"Embrace it. This is what defines you as a man. How you handle justthis kind of--" Pete punched an arm and the metal shattered. Doc Ocklooked surprise.... "No Whitt's repartee this time?" Four Arms smashedabout the dancing and evading boy. The last Pete caught, then used themetal tentacles backswing to help launch himself at Doc Ock. "That'show I know you're scared, little boy." No, that's how you know..." I rejoined the fight, blindsiding Octaviuswith a brutal head kick. "He's serious!" I. I want to see you without all the clothes you are wearing. I want to see my submissive in all her glory," I told her."But, Sir... my legs..." she said."Yes, I see that you have two of them. So do I. So what?" I asked."They are... not right Sir," she said, looking down in her lap."Hannah look at me," I said. She looked up and I could see sadness in her eyes. "Do you want to be a good submissive or not?" I asked her."I do, Sir. I want to please you, really. It's just -" She said."Then do as I say. ”“That’s rich coming from you after what I just saw,” I countered with a flash of annoyance.“There's a big difference between being gay and good old fashioned, man to man pleasure,” Thomas quickly shot back.“Really?” I asked in disbelief.“I'm not interested in semantics right now, pussy-boy,” Thomas retorted, as he pushed his cock up against my lips. “Now do what your mouth, and arse, were meant for and stop overthinking this.”My contempt for the idiot was totally trumped by the build-up of. She seemed to be constantly chattering, although she didn’t seem to have much to say.Sharilla had just reached sixteen and was also quite a pretty girl. That, in combination with an amiable disposition, meant she was deemed a considerable catch in the marriage stakes. However she had so far spurned all suitors and that was causing one or two busybodies to speculate about her.Phyllendra was a plain girl and quite dour and taciturn but, on the rare occasions she did speak, I found her points to.