All Stu could remember was the wanting, the needing?and how much heneeded this nasty boy to be in charge of his orgasms. ?B-but can I cum tonight,Sir?... Stu?s eyes were begging, and Donnie toyed with Stu?s cock, meditating onGod knows what?bands, piercings, girls? Whatever boys wanted.And Stu would make sure Donnie got whatever it was? Donnie stroked Stu?s cock for afew moments, and Stu began breathing faster as Donnie stroked just a littlefaster??You like that don?tcha?? Donnie asked in a. Later in the day, I was relaxing in the living room while reading a magazine and sipping some iced tea when I heard a familiar voice in my head. I glanced around to see who had spoken, but quickly realized I had only imagined it. At first I ignored it and went back to my magazine.But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he was definitely not in the room with me. He had been dead for ten years already. But it was his voice for a certainty."Melanie..." he. He had no idea whatwas that thing. Torture device? Don probably wanted to get his revenge.If it's so, then he'll be surprised. Cloud smiled. He was trained as asoldier to endure any kind of physical pain. No torture could break him.He looked at the wall. There was huge screen. Cloud noticed his ownpictures there.Machine begun to buzz. Cloud was doing his best to free himself fromthat devilish thing, but he couldn't break the leather cuffs, no matterhow hard he tried."Begin scanning," machine. I said to myself that I love watching cocks.That night when my uncle got home from work I watched him undress and put a bathrobe on. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out and was sitting on the bed I asked him if I could talk to him about something. He said yes. I told him about what had happened today and I noticed that his cock was peeking through his bathrobe opening and that it was getting hard. He asked me what I thought about it and I told him that I liked it but.