My dick ached in the confines of my pants. Naked, with cum dripping off her huge tits and out of her pussy, her ass beet red from the slaps, her tits ...ith bite marks on them she never looked sexier. After awhile she got up looked me in the eye and squeezed my hard throbbing dick as hard as she could. "That turn you on did it?" She quizzed. When I didn't answer she squeezed again harder. "Yes, yes, it was pretty erotic?"With that she got an evil glint in her eye. She grabbed her tit still. I couldn't figure out how I could tell if my head were getting reprogrammed or not. I thought about it for a bit, but I couldn't even come up with a protocol that would tell me if something had changed. It was the classic case of the observer affecting the experiment. All I could do was continue to watch and try to be alert for any further enhancements in my senses or changes in my behavior.When I checked the towel, it was still only lightly damp from me drying off with it. Nothing had leaked. The afternoon's violence hit home. The adrenaline that had kept his body going was receding leaving him feeling weak and shaking like an old man.He'd been caught off guard — but the men who had captured him didn't understand how strongly David would object to threats of imprisonment and torture. They had taken his gun, but Josh's knife had remained a comforting promise of revenge nestled into the small of his back. Driven out to this god-forsaken spot, they had hauled him from the car.He had. And, he loved Nek in a quite special way. Nek had come to ‘bacha bazi’, literally translated as boi play, from being a street orphan. He was considerably younger then. His owner and master was a high ranking military commander. He was the favorite pet of the ‘brid jenral’ - a rank equivalent to a 1-star general - until he grew older and was replaced by a fresh, immature face. The general sold Nek to Afrooz at a bargain.Afrooz had entered Nek fully in one thrust. His 8-inch-by-6-inch tool.