Equerry

Story by Kalebthecat on SoFurry

Kalebthecat, Anatomically Correct, Boi, Boy, Canine, Character Development, City, Cum, Discipline, Doberman, Female, Gay, Gay Relationships, Humiliation, M/F, Male, Master/Pet, Multiple, Multiple Species, Mustelid, Naked, No-Yiff, Nude, Nudity, Otter, Plot Development, Seed, Series, Spooge, Story Progression, Various Species

Chapter 4

5th of April, 8:44AM

Stable lane, Nence city center

Nence, considering that it had one of the largest populations in Ezil, was a special case when compared to the other East coast cities; it was not poor, nor was it crime ridden, one might have the audacity to say that it was a paradise. With an economy fueled by historical land marks, a stunning mountain range and sandy beaches that were said to be of the finest grains around, it easily attracted hoards of tourists each holiday. With it being the 5th of April, most holiday makers had returned home in order to await the restart of their daily grind.

There were a few Vedish families wandering the streets, some looking lost or fascinated, but all of them were shocked when they saw Sodom walking his anthro pet in the light of day. The locals had similar reactions, they had thought that Sodom was no longer interested in their city. Everyfur in the city center knew him, he'd rent out a certain groomers every time he'd visited and terrorize people with his presence. They knew that beneath his clothes there would be one or two handguns, knives as well perhaps and the body guards who stalked him carried deadlier things in their bags. The police didn't dare to intervene, all they focused on was keeping the young and foolish cubs out of Sodom's path.

Shirtless furs in shorts, foxes and tigers mainly, littered the street kicking balls and playing, the fun stopped when Sodom's tailored white and crimson suit could be seen approaching down the street flanked by two more men in black suits. Two young girls who had been spraying light hearted graffiti on a wall were dragged home by their mothers, desperate to keep their cubs out of Sodom's grasp. The doberman was of course not interested in underage cubs, but the rumors spread by hateful locals certainly blackened his name. Cubs and those cub's friends were all brought inside like sheep to glare out of the window at the canine with horrible venomous eyes, but they all rushed the blinds down when they caught Sodom's stoic stare. Nate could not look up, he was too busy trying not to stick his forepaw in any discarded chewing gum. He could hardly keep up with his master who often tugged on the pink collar and leash he had fastened to Nate's neck where as the guards behind him stepped on his toes frequently, they did not apologize despite Nate's pained whimpers.

On his frail body he wore a sky blue jumper, not that it covered anything important. The sleeves were too long and concealed his forepaws, cushioning them slightly as he padded along the solid pavement; his knees were not so lucky and had scuffed several times. The jumper ended a inch below his belly button, therefore his balls his sheath were exposed for everyfur to see. Not only that, but the cum Sodom had left on him could be seen by everyfur. Nate could feel it running down his ass like the sweat dripping from his forepaws. His armpits were also drenched, the Ezillian summer heat was truly brutal. Sodom was no less kind to Nate and had forced him to keep his tail up by attaching the limb to his collar. Secondly he would often stop in populated streets to chat to his guards, so that everyfur around could see Nate's shame.

"Sodom..." Nate whined as Sodom came to yet another stop. Nearby teenage cubs whose mothers were not around caught sight of Nate, they pointed and laughed. "Sir!" Sodom snapped his fingers in Nate's fingers to make him bleat in shock. "You address me as sir. Not only that but you should only speak when you are spoken to. You are to be seen and used, not heard." "But, Sir." Nate hated using words like 'sir' and 'daddy.' "Furs are starting at me and I'm sweating too much, can I cover up with something less revealing and something more... silky? I'll were a dress if I have to." "Your jumper is intended to be ignominious. You are below everyfur else and therefore you must be degraded until you think like that. Must I be anymore invective?" Nate remained quiet after that, mostly because he didn't know the meaning of invective or ignominious.

"Now, Nate. I expect you to be a little more dignified than normal. Hold your head up, do not try to cover your behind and do not speak. Otherwise I will be forced to gag and fuck you in the middle of the groomers, is that clear?" Nate nodded in response, feeling that the quiet part of the orders were already supposed to be in effect. "Good pet. Did I feed you this morning? I can't remember." Nate shook his head to say no. "Ah. What a bother." Sodom coughed into a hanker chief. "And I'm afraid that no shops around here will serve you, nor would they allow me to bring a pet in. It's also not a good idea to leave you tied up is it? Wouldn't want any nasty cubs throwing stones." Sodom continued his solo debate until he suddenly came to a halt outside of a shop. "Guards? You two may leave. Meet me near the state mental hospital at 10:00, I want to look around first." His guards did not argue and were gone within a minute.

The shop didn't look very inviting; the windows were barred, the curtains were drawn and the door appeared to be locked by chain, key or both. Stepping forwards Sodom knocked on the door twice, paused for a moment and then knocked once more. He then moved backwards and waited patiently, "Don't say a word." Sodom warned. There was a sign hanging above the door. It simply read, 'Groomers.' Almost as if it was on cue, the door opened wide. "Sodom!" A female's voice chirped, "I just got back from the hospital." "Good. Good." Sodom smiled and walked inside without permission, not that the female did anything to halt him. "Hope you don't mind me asking you to groom another fur."

"Of course not, especially when he's as cute as this!" Nate had only just walked through the front door (Sodom had dropped his collar and so he assumed he was allowed to stand) of the shop and already he was being subjected to the attention of another doberman. She pulled Nate into a hug, causing him to press his face against her breasts by mistake. When she finally released Nate after what seemed like years, Nate saw that she was nearly the splitting image of Sodom. Well, except for A) She looked to be in her early twenties, B) She was female, C) She had no gray hairs and D) The hair on her head was long and tied back in a sharp, brown pony tail. Sodom had dropped her collar

"Now what's your name, sweety?" She slapped her knees and bent over. "Nathaniel Todd." Sodom answered. He loomed over the counter, scribbling something down into what was probably a ledger. "Oi you! I asked the otter, not you. What's your name?" She stood up tall and crossed her arms. Her slacks were covered in fur that was not hers. "Nate Bleak." Sodom glared at Nate to make him feel small, "No. "Nathaniel Todd." He quickly corrected. "Don't act like I didn't see you intimidate Nate just then!" She clicked her fingers at Sodom. "It's alright sweet pea. I'll call you Nate." "No you won't!" Sodom howled, storming over the wooden floor boards to pull Nate away from her.

"Or you'll what? Have me shot? Like any other groomer in the country is going to let you bring in your pets." She smirked. "They will if I give them money or threaten them." Sodom growled; he sounded like a grumpy cub who had been told to go to bed. "Fair enough. But I'm good at this, so I know you won't have me killed. Now then, why don't you leave Nate here with me? Your other pets want to see you. I bet that they must be feeling awfully lonely without their Sir."

"Right. Could you feed him for me? I forgot to do so this morning." Sodom admitted, the second doberman tutted him. "Of course. Of course, you always forget to look after them properly don't you? I'll make sure he's fed." "Thank you." Sodom smiled in relief. "Best be off. I'll come calling at about midday, so take your time." With that Sodom removed himself from the room leaving behind the jingle from the bell above the door made.

"Annie!" The female doberman chirped, holding out her forepaw for a paw shake. Nate, who was still stunned from what had just been said, awkwardly held out his forepaw. Annie snapped hers forwards and vigorously shook Nate's. Only then did he realize how small he was in the doberman's presence. For one his forepaw had been entirely lost to hers and she towered above him in every way. Squeezing her would probably make confidence, pride and strength ooze out of her like honey, if she didn't overpower you before you had the chance to squeeze.

"Well, formalities aside, Let's go! I normally hate being so quick about my job, but Sodom gets pissy when his pets aren't groomed and you are a mess." Annie looked over Nate quickly and picked out flaws to be improved on. "You stink too." Nate tried to pull his forepaw out of Annie's, but she was already dragging him towards a door. It looked like a door which would open into an X-ray room or a surgery. It could have been nothing, but for a woman of Annie's size she was being extremely delicate with Nate.

The otter was taken through numerous corridors, all of which were empty. Either all of the other employees were busy or Annie worked alone. "Where is everyfur?" Nate asked curiously. Annie answered without letting a second pass. "Sodom scares a lot of my workers, so they don't get involved with his contracts. That and we're closed. It is a Sunday after all." Annie pointed out. "It's a Sunday?" Nate blurted in confusion, he didn't have a calendar in his prison cell, but he could have sworn that it was supposed to be a Wednesday. "Yeah, do you need me to take you to church for Sunday mass? Have the reverend purge your soul of homosexuality?" Annie smiled, "I'm joking." She added quickly when she caught the insulted look sitting on Nate's face.

The doberman coughed to clear her throat and then she was back to using her booming voice. "So do you know what you're here for?" "Sodom didn't tell me, but there was a sign outside which said 'Groomers.' So am I here to be groomed?" "Correct-a-mundo!" Annie bellowed, "That and you're having the chop." Annie held the lie for about three seconds, then she burst out laughing because of Nate's terrified face.. "Again, I'm joking. Sodom doesn't have his pets neutered. Unless of course you go around trying to breed every female you see." "That won't happen..." Nate mumbled under his breath. Annie gasped, "Don't let Sodom hear you saying that, you won't die or anything, but you'll certainly become his number one fuck toy. He loves gay twinks, and you fit that bill perfectly."

Finally they entered a spacious clinical room with enough space inside for much more than two. There was a slightly larger than average bath pushed against the far wall. In the middle of the room there was a surface the size of a table tennis table. Above it there was a focusing light and beneath it there were several cabinets, each one was full of different scissors, razors and clippers to cut back claws, fur or hair. Along the closest wall there were more cabinets, however this time they were filled with fur care products. A mixed aroma of strawberries, mangoes, passion fruit and chocolate made Nate's noise itch.

"Sorry about the decor," Annie apologized, pointing to a point on the wall where there was what seemed like a blood splat, "I can promise you that this isn't some kind of murder business." "Why is there blood on the wall then?" Nate growled in an attempt to hide the fear that was mounting up. "It's fake! A nice way to scare Sodom's pet into shutting the fuck up and sitting down. So, why don't you do that before the blood on the wall becomes real?" Annie growled and exposed a sharp set of teeth which reduced Nate into squeaks and squawks of terror. "Nah! Just joking again. You won't die here, Sodom isn't mad with you." "Errr.... Right." Nate bit his lip as he did his best not to meet Annie's unnerving gaze.

Nate shuffled onto the table awkwardly, half terrified and half amused by Annie. She was certainly breaking down the stereotypes. Nate had assumed that they were all horrible dogs who had a tendency to bite first and ask questions later, but there Annie was being excessively jocular and affable. "I'd put down something for you to sleep on, but fur and blankets don't mix too well." Annie mentioned,

"Right! Where to start? Do I wash you or do I clip your fur? Or your claws? Hmmm.... Or should I castrate you first?" Annie picked up a pair of scissors and snipped them in front of Nate's face."No!" He shouted and went flying over the other side of the table. Annie burst out into laughter again and dropped the scissors in order to help Nate back onto the table. "I'm just messing around, Sodom specifically said that if you loose even an ounce of blood I'll be hanging from a tree!" Nate forced an awkward smile and managed to say, "Nice joke." He settled down on the table again and crossed his legs. "I'm not joking. If I don't carry out the orders to the letter he will kill me." Annie put on a serious voice and her face took on a solemn expression. Then everything began to pick back up, "But that won't happen, will it? Now where do you want me to start?" "Er... claws?" Nate asked. "Perfect! A true gay." Annie smirked and burst out laughing again when Nate kicked her arm. "Still adorable!"

"But first!" Annie announced as she reached behind Nate's neck with an object which looked sharp; Nate flinched, but didn't move away for fear that by moving, Annie would slip and cut his neck. He heard a click and felt his tail drop down to rest on the table, only then did he realize that Annie had unlocked the collar in order to let the suspender fall away. She then tossed both the iron bar and collar away, "Nasty, humiliating things..." She hissed under her breath.

"Arms up!" She demanded as she began to tug on the sky blue jumper in order to get it off. Nate did as he was told and allowed the sky blue jumper to be pulled off. "It's a lovely color." Annie smiled as she turned it around to observe it, then she noticed the size of it. "Ah, that explains why Sodom had you wearing it. Cheeky, audacious imp." She mused and tossed the expensive material into the nearest bin.

Annie set out about clipping his claws one by one. First she did it with claw clippers to cut them down to a size where they were no longer dangerous; then she set the claw scissors on them, shaping them to be round and smooth. After that she dug the edge of the scissors under his claws to clean out all of the dirt that had collected there over the past few months. Finally she ran a claw buffer over them to shine, smooth and even out his claws. All of the actions she made whilst clipping down his claws was adroit, possibly unmatched in skill and finesse. "There!" She announced as she put the buffer back under the table, "Very sorry about not talking, but that process needs my full concentration. Any questions?" Annie asked. She leaned in towards Nate as if she was trying to pick up gossip.

"Err... Yes. Why did you say that Sodom would kill you?" Annie seemed to flinch at the question, but she hardly let her surprise show for longer than a second. "I'm not avoiding the question, but what do you want next?" "Fur clipping please." "Right." Annie reached under the table and produced a large pair of scissors. She then set to work clipping down the wild parts of Nate's fur. All sorts of nasty things fell out, dead bugs, dirt, clumps of fur... Nate made a bilious gag and had to look up at the ceiling to prevent himself from throwing up his last meal, which in his mind happened to be his 'last meal'. "Sodom cares about his pets." Annie said out of the blue.

"Pardon?" Nate asked, so far (in Nate's opinion) Sodom hadn't shown any form of care or aid. "You asked why Sodom would kill me. He'd kill me because he cares about you and all the others." "No he doesn't. He doesn't care one bit." Nate pouted. "Stop being a cub Nate and open your eyes a little wider. Why do you think he brought you here?" "To have me groomed. This is a groomers after all." "And that implies?" "You sound like my old English teacher...." Nate mumbled. "That he wants me to be clean and look nice?" "Which suggests?" "That he's a neat freak?" Nate smirked. "Stop avoiding the point!" Annie snapped, "You know what it really means." "Okay I suppose that you're right. He cares a bit... But if he really did care he wouldn't forget to feed me." Nate argued.

"One more peep out of you and I'll gag you!" Annie threatened with a smile. "And then Sodom will be mad at you because he doesn't want me hurt!" Nate stuck out his tongue and nearly bit it when he caught what he'd said. "Hah! You even said it yourself. Sodom cares about you deep down, face it." Annie smirked back at Nate as she swapped the pair of scissors out for a smaller, more precise, pair. "Now I'd suggest showing some more care towards Sodom. When he comes to pick you up, walk out with pride and show that you don't care about what you are. That you enjoy being his pet and that you're not going to abandon him."

"And what will that get me?" "A whole lot of love from the big man. For one, he'll be a lot happier knowing he's done something good. Secondly, if you keep up the devotion he'll get rid of the collar and everything else until you can walk about the city on your own. Trust me I know." "So you're one of his other pets? Or are you his wife? Sister?" "Me? Gods no. I'm just the dog who catches all the gossip." Annie giggled like a girl cub, "When your main source of income comes from grooming gay pets who don't get to speak to outsiders often, you learn a whole lot of things about the client. I speak to the pets and tell them the current events, they tell me more about Sodom and sometimes they speak about their own life. So what about you? Mind telling me your life story? Please don't be cagey with me, blarney is a specialty of mine. Go ahead and tell me how you got into hell."

"I thought that you said Sodom would be kind to me..." "Oh I did, but in no way did I say that he'd go easy on you. There'll be a pain train coming your way some time soon if Sodom treats you like the others. But forget that! You won't die and Sodom will stop if he thinks you're at your limit. Which for a small otter ,such as yourself, probably isn't much." "Oh er..." Despite the insult Nate decided to just continue the conversation with asking anymore about Sodom. "Well he picked me up from death row." "Ouhh! What were you on death row for?" "I shot my boyfriend." He whimpered as memories of the night returned.

Nate heard Annie hiss as if she'd been punched in the gut. "Well. I'm sorry for bringing that up. What happened to him?" "I don't know. I ran after the bullet hit him, the police arrested me." Nate said with a break in his voice as he began to recall all of the events. "The court said attempted murder" He gagged ",but I wasn't able to contact him at all whilst I was in prison. I sent a letter to him the day I was supposed to die." Nate broke out into a mess of sniffs until Annie began to speak. "Well. I hope that he's alright and that he's framed your letter on the wall." "Me too..." Nate mumbled. Annie stepped away from the table and finally put down all of her instruments. She leaned forwards and wiped away a few tears quickly with her tongue hanging over the side of the mouth. Nate managed a quiet chuckle.

"I'd say that I've done a good job..." Annie said to herself as she looked over Nate, "Hair... Wash first or cut first? Cut." She answered herself and reached for a pair of scissors. "How do you want it done? Assuming that the grease doesn't make my scissors just slide down." Annie bit her lip to stop herself from laughing when Nate pulled an frustrated face and glared at her. "Just cut it a little shorter. Leave my fringe. Make sure that my hair ends at my chin. My fringe should end just above my eyebrows." He delineated with his demands.

Annie set to work once again with her blades, cutting away at the strands of hair to make them fall to the table. "So... Any questions about the big mystery that is Sodom?" Annie asked with a chuckle behind her voice. "Why he is doing this to me?" Nate queried without any warning. "So forward." Annie commented, "What do you mean by 'this?'" "Raping me." "Nate. It may feel that way, but you agreed to it when you signed up. So stop complaining and lift your tail up high for him, otherwise he'll be very cruel to you and your body." Annie warned, "Trust me. When I say 'cruel' I mean to the point where you'll be bleeding and begging to die. He cares about you, but God help the fur who provokes him too often." "Noted."

"On a more lighter point, I actually have a few theories as to why Sodom has a collection of you males. Sorry." Annie stopped herself and closed her eyes to make them lose their excited glint, "I must sound like such a fan girl. I think that Sodom keeps you as pets to act as a sort of family." "Well then, this family is very messed up." Nate laughed. "Trust me, his family must have been ,and are, a very odd bunch." "Must have been?" Nate quoted with a squeak. "You heard me. Most of them are deceased. Want me to go through his life story?" "Do we have time?" "It's half past nine now, so yes." "Go on." Nate sighed in regret, knowing full well that Annie was going to chat on for the next few hours.

"For one he was adopted at the age of three by his father, Sodom Sr, since Sodom Sr's entire family line has had a history of infertility. After spending a year doing the whole father and son bonding stuff, little Sodom was put through extensive education for god knows what. Then, ten years later out pops fourteen year old Sodom; a miserable little shit who's too big for his boots." Annie giggled. "Anyway, he traveled around the globe for the rest of his years until he reached adulthood which is when he took over a lot of his father's business. When he was thirty his wife gave birth to a little female and the whole world went to shit. He ended up having them both killed, drowned in a lake from what I've been told, or burned in a car, or crashed a plane into the sea or just plain old shot dead. Either way, they're dead and Sodom had them killed."

"That's horrible!" Nate cried, "He's a sick bastard. Why would you even want to kill your family?" Nate questioned. "It's not justifiable in any way, but he was trying to be kind to them. The Sodoms, in case you don't know all ready, are one big mafia family. A two headed freak show. Sodom Jr is one head and Sodom Sr is the other. The older one handles finances and cover ups whilst the younger one sets up all the delightful corrupted acts; murders, rapes, blackmails, thefts, arson, destruction and once, a bombing. You name any big crimes, the Sodoms have probably had a forepaw in it. When you're so dangerous and heinous, you make enemies and Sodom knew a few would torture his loved ones. So he killed them in a kind way. The only ones left are the ones who can fend for themselves, him and his father." Annie paused to take a deep breath, then she was back to doing her job.

"I thought that you said he was caring..." Nate shivered, but froze back up when he heard the snip of scissors. "Ah! Let me finish my story. A few years after that nasty event, Sodom, junior that is, started to break down." Annie paused and thought for a moment. "You know what? I'll call the Sodom you know 'Sodom' from now on and then his father can just be called Sodom's father. Got it? Anyway. Sodom was found running around the streets here in Nence whilst he was high. That period of his life lasted for ten years, bringing the sorry git to forty. How he didn't die from liver failure is a miracle, but eventually he got so drunk he pissed on a cop car, whilst the cops were sitting in it." Annie had to stop again, this time because she was snickering too much. "They arrested him, charged him with a bunch of things and then sent him to rehab. He was in there for a year thanks to his drug abuse and then he was put in prison for another two. Normally when Sodom got put in prison his father would bail him out, but he begged to say in and learn his lesson."

"And did it work?" "Hell no! Sodom's even more corrupt than the police force, but he does have a bit of a heart. When he got out of prison, he funneled millions into the maintenance of Wall Sturr and made sure that it was well staffed and equipped. Do you know what Sturr is?" "The wall up north which keeps all the humans out.. Everyfur knows how important it is." "That's more or less correct. Anyway, he just said that he wanted to do his part in helping the country. Sturr is one reason why the Sodoms haven't been arrested or trialed yet; if they go, Sturr goes with them."

"I'm assuming that you haven't finished." "Correct again! About a year on, Sodom's father began to take an interest in pet play. He bought males and females on mass, slaves that he could just fuck and torture. Sometimes he killed them, but the decision to do so was always arbitrary. Always random, some were perfectly healthy some were ailing. Most of time the ones who were ill had ended up that way because of him. All of his pets were terrified, so Sodom Sr tried to relax them by giving them a few treatments here in my shop. They told me everything about the Sodoms and I told them everything they wanted to know. I never saw any them after our sessions, their corpses turned up all over the globe. But let's not talk about that right now." "And then Sodom Jr started to join in? And I'm basically a dead otter walking?" "Not at all, Sodom Jr condemned his father for the practices. But clearly, his opinion changed over time thanks to a lovely little cervine who was gifted to him 6 months ago. Horribly abused, but he's a sweet, you'll love him."

"Back to the subject, Sodom was appalled by what he'd been given, or rather what had been done to his gift. So he started to help the guy get back on his hooves, but then he started to take in a few more troubled furs. About five months ago he had a whole mansion of them and one got it off with him, then he realized how much fun he could have with his pets, his sodomites. Four months ago shit took a bad turn, Sodom became sadistic and well... horrible things happened. To make up for it, he started booking appointments here for his pets and then he gave them a few rights. One happened to be the right to leave, which was when nearly all of his pets got up and left without a word. The only ones that remained were the ones who couldn't leave, Sodom was traumatized as were all of his pets. He sent them off to mental places, to make sure that they were going to be okay which left him alone in his mansion. He started inviting males around, fucking them and doing things to them before he payed for their medical bills and let them go back to a normal life. Three months ago, somefur offered to become his pet on a few conditions that I can't remember. They agreed that after three months, the pet would go free. Three months happens to be to be today, this is also the day when all of the pets he had in mental wards are released. And now we have come to the end of our story, everyfur off the story train! Chu-chu!" Annie giggled, "That and I'm finished grooming. Go hop in the bath, use whatever you want. I'm going to go and order a pizza. Is pepperoni good?"

"Fine." Nate smiled. As he got off of the table, little bits of fur fell away onto the floor along with something else. He heard the unmistakable splat and froze in his tracks. Annie turned around, "Oh dear." She put a hand to her mouth to stop herself from saying anything offensive whilst she thought of a solution. "I'm sorry." Nate sniffled, he too had no idea about what he should say. It wasn't exactly a situation he thought he'd be in. Well, he'd considered that he and his boyfriend might one day get up from sex to find that the fur who had bottomed was dripping the remains out onto the carpet or the bed sheets. But of course, they'd be able to laugh about it and shower together whilst they plotted how they'd dispose of the evidence.

"No tears, there's no looks or words of contempt. No derision from me." Annie incessantly said, then she realized that Nate probably didn't understand what she was saying. "It's perfectly fine, I see it all the time when I'm grooming Sodom's pets. There's nothing to cry over." Annie fussed with more basic words as she walked over to the table and pulled out a cloth. "I assume that Sodom is the one responsible." Nate nodded in shame, "Ah. Well, try to take pride in it. Sodom's clearly already taken your dignity, so don't let him take your pride as well. The next time he does something like...this." A pause, "Show it off. Make it look like you enjoy being his pet and everything will get better. Now, wash yourself well and dry it all off. Don't worry about getting things wet, I'll sort it out." Annie wiped down the puddles Nate had left on the table. "Do you think that the pet who leaves Sodom today is ashamed? I don't think that he is. I think that he might regret some things and he knows that what he's done might be wrong to somefurs, but he must know that he's made Sodom happy. You've done that as well, made Sodom happy. Which ,trust me, is a very hard thing to do."

"T-thank you." Nate managed to say between his sniffles as he climbed into the tub and let warm water flow out of the taps. He moved over to the cabinets and picked out the strong scented shampoos along with soft, luxurious towels to wrap around his body. "There's nothing to thank me for; I'm only doing my job." Annie smiled as she left the room leaving Nate to sink into the water and relax. The first thing Nate did was wash away the cum that nestled between his cheeks. Then he sunk into the bath and let his mind wander.

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