Something about it seemed to draw her eyes, sending them moving underneath her eyelids to follow the patterns as they danced and swirled before her. H...r hazy, sleep-muddled mind tried to process the situation. How long had she slept? When did she…she tried to blink the exhaustion away, but opening her eyes even a tiny bit hurt, so she kept them closed. She realized she could hear soft tones in her ears, ascending and descending in time with the dizzying lights to complement the disorienting. She wiped up the water dribbling down her chin as she stared with the kind of amazement that was out-of-place for someone with a whole stable of cockubines. "Is that Apis?" She whispered, surprised. Confused, Lauren nodded, and Chrys tip-toed over, staring down at Apis. "Is he asleep? On your lap?" Uh, does he not do this with everyone?" Does- what?" Chrys put a hand to her head as she stared down at Apis. "Callie, he's been here for over a year and he's never even let me touch him! I don't. And, he showed nothing but kindness and honor when speaking with her. Of course she responded to the attention, Flattered, she responded to his attention. She was young and foolish, unaware that his attention was turning into a violent obsession. Soon, every make she spoke to was "warned" off by him, he was determined to posses her. When he asked the Shaman for her hand he refused at first to give it to him. A week later his home burnt to the ground, And the Shaman reluctantly agreed to perform. “Fah real?”“Yes, sir!”Zain maneuvered down and put the older boy’s dick in his mouth.“Oh, Zain! Suck dis dick,” whispered Cortez.Cortez went inside Zain’s tight young poop shoot.“Fuck me,” Zain cried.“Yeah, faggit! Dis pussy squeezin’ mah dick!”“Yes, sir!”“Dis young boipussy da truth, yo!”“Oh my god!”Cortez nutted eventually.Things progressed. The State allowed Cortez to stay at Renaissance Foster Service through his 19th birthday. He was fucking Zain nearly every night.Cortez passed the G.E.D..