" "WHORE" was tattooed up one side of my neck and "PAINSLUT" up the other.Rick was nearly out of the picture now, the men were coming in a steady stre...m. All he did was arranged dates and places and take money. He kept me healthy with protein bars, lots of water, vitamin injections, and forced workouts every morning before my first cock showed up.For a while, he passed me around to lesbians and had me work the glory hole at a gay bar but he didn't get turned on by any of it and quickly quit.. Betty put bowls of mussels on two trays and then led Blake into the diningroom. She placed her tray on the sideboard and left Blake to serve. Blakestarted with the man to Dan's left and worked his way around the tablebefore finishing with Dan. Bread and bowls for the mussel shells had beenplaced on the table minutes earlier. "Shetland mussels, gentlemen. I hopeyou enjoy them," Dan said and then everyone started eating.Blake stood almost at attention by the sideboard waiting to collect thedishes. I was sexually frustrated for days on end, especially since I couldn't make myself cum no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I thought of her. Maybe I just wasn't doing it right. One day, out of anger at her disappearance and frustration at my lack of self-pleasuring abilities, I ran outside of the house, ignoring my father's unintelligible screaming, heading in the opposite direction of the park.I walked for I don't know how long, hoping the air would clear my head, but the silence of. Josh was grasping my hard cock with both hands and gently jacking me up and down. He had a wonderful hand job technique that he liked to call “Twist and Shout.” This involved gently twisting his hands in different directions as he went up and down my shaft, with a soft flick of the thumb across the head on each up stroke. As usual, he had me to the edge in no time, and I must have been a bit vocal in my appreciative moans. Suddenly, we were both startled by a woman’s voice. “Is this a private.