Victor took the procedure of being named very seriously. He liked his new names, as he was being called Victor Jonas Dahl Arrondale. When he placed hi... hand on the stump that his father had carved, he got a splinter in his finger.He removed the offending piece of wood and watched fascinated as the blood welled on his finger. He then wiped it into the letter he knew was a ‘G’, his fingers tingled when he did. He squeezed out a new drop and wiped it into the ‘O’ and then again for the ‘D’ and. I didn't waste time worrying about his status. If not him, then someone else would do me, I was sure. Ravenous, with unfulfilled carnality, I approached the bar in hope a beer might quench my prurient thirst. A fortyish guy did the same. After a minute of small talk, he cut to the chase."You wanna fuck or be fucked first?" I want to fuck you, dude,” I said. I gotta get this load up someone's ass before I cum."Unceremoniously we made our way to a mat, and he raised his legs to take my seed. I. "And the permanence of our bonds is not without its own costs. If one partner is lost, it is often difficult for the other to live on, even more so than in the Human case. And there is no hope of a second chance, as there is with your people."The conversation moved on to less serious topics, and I went to bed with my worries completely resolved, faint though they had been.That was the last major event prior to the week that changed my life, and the lives of everyone around me. Over the next few. " You will call me Sir, cunt," the man commands as the others voice their "Amens".Another crushing bite of the belt drives you to new depth of degradation. "Yes, Sir ... yes, Sir," you beg as the stiff shaft still slaps your face and lips, "Please let me suck your dick, Sir." My big nigger dick, cunt," the man corrects as the others roar their perverse approval.The word is disgusting to you. It has always filled you with loathing for those that use it. Yet, you have no choice in the matter..