New friendships were quickly made as I was welcomed into the barracks. It was a much more relaxed atmosphere than training camp. As I said, I was give... a job in the postal section, sorting out both incoming mail, internal as well as external, and was given a bicycle so that I could deliver mail to different sections around the camp. I would drop off the incoming mail, and pick up any mail to be sent out, even if it was to other sections in the camp. I soon relaxed and quite enjoyed the job as. As small as I felt before, I felt even moreso now. This was a man's penis I was seeing. It looked thick and veiny, the head was practically purple and the tip dripped clear liquid from it. Mr. Beechem spread this liquid around the head, adding a bit of his own saliva to the mix. I didn't know what was coming next until he put the now-slick head level with my asshole."Tell Daddy who you belong to," he said.I couldn't lie. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck. "Hey, Betty--what the hell are you doing? Look, I have to grab some toast and coffee, get to work--"She knew him too well; she realized he wouldn't forget a possible broken lamp, that he would fret over a broken bulb or frayed cord, until he checked it out. She had to make him forget it, so that her son would be protected, so that her marriage would be kept intact."I'm doing something I always wanted to do," she said, nibbling into this belly with insistent teeth. "Something I should have done. Blood coursed out of the long gaping wound to his back as he toppled over, curling into a fetal like repose. ‘For … forgive me … master.’ Nicholas had no more strength to speak, he felt his life force ebbing away in the face of his masters’ wrath. He felt his masters hot bile drip slowly onto his cheek. Looking up he found ancient fangs only inches from his face. He did not pull back, he held his place as best he could as his master spoke one last time. ‘Kill him Nicholas, rip his heart from.