The odds of me surviving till next Winter are practically nil. The older I get, the more interested I am in the future, that there must be a future. I...ve had enough glory and now I want to survive. I wish Rhykov was here, he'd tell me what to do." But, John, Rhykov is not here and I don't think you're likely to see him again. Men like Rhykov have no futures, they only have the present. Death stalks them, is their constant companion. You, on the other hand, have a future if you're willing to. All this attention increasing his already heightened responsiveness. Magnifying his sense of vulnerability and helplessness. Priming him for the pain to come.And quite soon the ladies grew tired of teasing him and started to prepare for the proper proceedings. Eager to start hurting him.A whipping was a typical way to start a session, so each went to choose a proper tool of one of the numerous different ones hanging on the walls of the torture chamber. Ashiahe attached metal clamps on the boy's. It came as no surprise when he laid me back against the pillows on thebed. I looked up at the canopy overhead, absently noted the floraldesign, and then turned my head toward him. Our lips met in a soft,affectionate kiss. It seemed so innocent --- to indulge in this warmtouching of mouths. I snuggled closer in his arms, trading more andmore kisses. He could tell I was becoming aroused and kissed me morefirmly, more wetly. His lips were full like a woman's and his tongueso warm, slowly. He had actually put a stack of five records on the spindle. When one record was done playing, the next one would drop down and start playing.As the records played one after another, we caressed and explored each other’s body. Slowly he brought me not to one, but several climaxes, practically one after the other. With the last climax, my body was shaking as he finally reached his own climax. Collapsing into each other’s arms we drifted off to sleep.Several days passed while waiting for him to.