That wasn't what was grabbing my attention so much though... There is a... scent, an odor that is unique to men, a sort of primitive flag that says... "why yes, I DO produce testosterone, thank you for noticing." It's one of the things I love and hate about men, because it can quickly become overpowering and, frankly, offensive. But then and there, standing just a few feet from my unnamed benefactor, there was the barest, smallest of hints of it mingling with the scent of freshly laundered. However if you do sign there will be some amount of pain before you will be ready for work; we must make that clear”. In the terms the main issues concerned breast enlargements, hygiene and daily sex with my minders without complaint. I noticed that all enhancements would be deducted from my pay at a future date. I summed up the pros and cons and signed the papers; not that I really had an alternative. “Good I am now your Boss; any grievances are to be brought to me and only me. Gentlemen you. I don’t ever think I saw an A on your report card.”“But, but, daddy!” I began to protest.“Now, now, young man, you are going through with this and that is final.” I didn’t say another word the entire trip to Uncle Justin’s farm.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------“So you are ten years old today.” My Uncle Justin said to me as he took our coats. He was larger than my father, standing at six foot three. I shivered thinking about him spanking my cousins. "Then you can't really sit here."And they stared. And we sat, waiting for something to explode."Fuck you." Chloe said. But she got up. She gave the rest of us a look, waiting – I guess to see if we'd follow. Then she turned and walked to a different table."Why?" I asked."Same reason as with you. She has to join. She has to commit."But I hadn't. The ritual hadn't worked on me. I cast Renee a harsh look, but when she turned her gaze to me, my eyes dropped.Soon, it was our turn to go to the.