I picked Jean up; she struggled weakly."No!" she protested."Shut up." I headed for the door with her in my arms. She wasn't a feather, but she wasn't ... hundred pound bag of cattle feed, either. I plodded across the back yards in the pouring rain, through my slider and up the hall to my room, depositing her on my bed. "Get your breath. Somebody watch her." I went into the bathroom for a towel, dried myself off, then carried it back into the bedroom to work on Jean. "Help her out of those. Grabbing a pillow and tossing it to the middle of the bed, she slumps down and looks to me for further instructions. I think I married her for this very submissive nature.It’s the power of it all that gets me the most high, her simple submission to my desire is so hot to me. I’ve trained her well. Unzipping my jeans and pulling my boxers down below my balls, I lay down with my dick in her face and she gets to work. Bobbing that head up and down to get me hard, sucking hard to pull the blood to. As such, you have only ever been called Child of Mudheel Sneaktrapper. Today, though, you lose even that identity. Two moons past marked your eighteenth year of life, and so you now stand naked and unarmed in the center of Mudheel Village with your two peers, waiting for the village leader to arrive and begin the ceremony. You shoot a glance towards your father, Sneaktrapper, and reflect that twenty years ago, he was standing here, without a name, probably just as nervous and excited as you are. I quickly walked up to one of them, put my hand on his arm and smiled at him.I said, “Hey, can you buy me some beer please?” and handed him a 2000 rupee note. He just shrugged, excused himself and got an entire crate from the counter. Thanking him, I left. I and my friends chugged down a few pints and started dancing again as the music picked up the tempo.I was swaying my head around, with my dark black hair flying in the air. The sweat drops building on my torso and neck. One of my friends.