In the corner of the room was a wood burning fire place. Next to it was a wooden washstand with a jug and basin, it was a beautiful room. In the priva...e en suite bathroom there was a jacuzzi tub, and candles. They unpacked their bags and went to the restaurant down the road for supper, when they returned to their room, the owners had entered the room on his request placing rose petals on the bed, and leaving a bottle of wine on ice for them. She excused herself to the bathroom, when she emerged. These were sweet emotions that he hadn’t felt for a very long time. He always knew that the emotions were there, hiding somewhere waiting to be rediscovered. Waiting to be set free. He knew they were there, he just hadn’t seen or felt them for a long time. He felt himself being drawn to the fire. He left the window and sat down in front of the hearth. All the while allowing himself to be continually drawn deeper into the moment. Then a warm hand reached out and softly touched him. This touch. Since most boys had heard terrible tales of being raped, they wereoften cooperative, hoping that they would receive a kinder andgentler opening.Sucking of the father's penis, and swallowing of his semen wasonly required once during the initiation ceremony, although somemen repeated it frequently during the night because they enjoyed itso much.Butt fucking the young son, however, was required as much, andas often as possible. The next day, when man presented his son tothe tribe as initiated, he. Thank you for thedress my master I said. Now first fresh up in the bathroom while I willpick your other clothes. Oh, and leave the door open so I can keep aneye on you. The bathroom was attached to my sissy room and with thedoor open I couldn't play any tricks with my master. While he was stillin the room and looking in my wardrobe, I quickly took of my ruinedmake up, washed my face and combed my hair.When I was ready I walked back to the bed and saw my master picked mynice white sheer.