The Builder’s Guild was the happiest guild in the city, mostly because they’d managed to get back into the good books of the Dark Brotherhood.To b... entirely honest everyone in the city was now a little bit afraid of the Brotherhood. For starters, they turned a Guildmaster of one of the big eight into a messy rain of blood and flesh. Then to top it off they dismembered another one, all done while 5 other big powers of the city watched from not 10 feet away.Even the three clans who’d been working. ."Turns out that Number Four was a guy I could see since he was sitting in front of me. He stood up and took a pair of scissors from Adam, right in front of me so I could see.They disappeared out of my field of vision.I could feel Number Four grabbing the butt of my speedo and then I could hear the scissors cutting through the lycra. He asked Number One if that was acceptable, which it was.Number Four came back in to my view and sat down. I heard a belt jingling and then a zipper, I'm assuming. I put my cock through the hole ever so slightly and his fingers came through and fondled the head of my swollen cock a bit. His hands were smooth and there was no hair on the fingers. They were artistic hands. Very cleanly clipped fingernails. I knew from this that the person was very careful about his personal hygiene. Now there are definite sensations one feels when his cock is through the hole. You can usually tell when he is just playing with your cock with his hands or actually putting his. "This is a special collar", he explains. "It will change size when you change forms. You will not be able to cut it, stretch it, or burn it. The only way to get it off is if I remove it from you. This symbolizes my dominance over you." I smile. My very own collar. I really am his. He tells me to change to my human form, so I do. He lifts my chin and kisses me, then attaches a leash to the loop on my collar. He lays down in the grass. I look down at him, confused. "You will learn when to service.