“It’s a shame that you haven’t had a chance to really test the bed out.” It was time to find out if this was a game or for real. I walked over...to her, put my hands on her hips, pulled her close, and kissed her. She kissed me back. It was a long, tongue battling, soulful, sloppy kiss that I could feel down to my toes. I knew she could feel my erection. She pushed her breasts and nipples into my chest. “That was nice.” she said, as our lips separated. Jeanine backed away a little, took my arm. ” I wasn’t sure what the hell it was. I ran down to my room and turned my computer on and searched the word “Sybian.” The website said it was a riding machine that women sat on. It came with a clitoral attachment and two dildos and one large dildo sleeve. If you wanted any extra things, you'd have to order them separately. During my research, I read that it was about forty pounds of pleasure. It was called an orgasm machine. It delivered high-powered orgasms. The more I read this information, I. I don't know why she seemed to have aproblem with it, I certainly didn't. I didn't want to pressure herthough.I felt very comfortable being around women and domesticity, and feltquite the opposite being around almost all boy's of my age. I onlyreally had one good friend at school, called Michael who was quite'macho' but for some reason we still got on, I wasn't sure why he likedme but I was glad he did. He was doing his work experience at a Garageworking on cars. It was only Michael really who. .. he hated his life.The day went much the same as the first. Shower, electrolysis,breakfast, stretching/walking/squats/sit-ups, gay porn in his room,supper, rape (ass), sleep..... The only break in the routine was adoctors visit where Steven was given a shot, and they started giving himpills to take throughout the day. The next day went much the same withthe brothers switching back and forth from his ass to his mouth, and soon.It was about a week into his enslavement when Steven was being.