He had taken the youngster in just over four years ago, when he had come across the then fifteen year old living on the streets and taken pity on him....The year had passed quickly, the boy’s training fast taking shape as his lodger turned into the perfect fuck toy and house slave.?Push that arse out. Let me see your cunt.? His fingers twitched over the buckle of his leather belt as he fought the temptation to tear it from his jeans and lash the boy’s tender, freshly tattooed flesh senseless,. Nick looked her over. ‘Not bad,’ he thought. Nick glanced back down at the monitor, American Express had declined the loser’s card. That meant one of two things, either the card was stolen, or he didn’t pay his bills. Nick approached the desk. Looking him straight in the eye Nick requested, “May I see some identification Mr. Marsh?” John Marsh glanced at his feet and then stammered, “Is there a problem?” “No, sir, I just need to verify who you are.” “Of course.” John fumbled around and pulled. Lisa and I got chatting to a young man around 25 years old. As we chatted, I noticed him stealing glances at Lisa’s tits. After a few more minutes, I decided to take a chance and leaned in closer to this young guy’s ear as I simultaneously grabbed his arse and said, “She’ll suck your cock if you want.” He seemed completely lost for words, but after a quick check around the room to make sure he really wouldn’t be noticed, he nodded. I moved my hand around to the front of his jeans and squeezed. Do you have the nail with you?”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”‘It’s just like Nelson said; Hosts are compelled to lie in order to protect their possession of the nails. I lied because I took the nail as evidence, but he’s lying because it’s twisting his soul like Gollum and the One Ring.’“Achieve death. Do those words mean anything to you?” The phrase struck the manager like a slap and he staggered back his face eclipsed with fear. “Who are you?! Have you been watching me?! Are you.