Foreplay with some young stud
Although we let an older guy watch,
he soon got bored and left
Stud had a ceaser haircut
Mine was a mowhawk
Mostly rubbing up against each other
but some unique rather skillfull
Attention to the contours of a mans body
would make one scream
i licked his thigh and he wondered
of course we were not allowed to do this-given our clan state
so we were forced onto a bus and given injections.
One in the knee, one in the shoulder and one in the brain stem or neck
We were tested, our blood and matched
Doubled up as sex slaves, traded off
On each other.
Apparently love is ....breaking the law here.
Luckily most of the guys got the choice of several types of penal communities
I, on the other hand just refused all, in complete awareness of the water like state
Is all good.
I got promoted
My job was to go into a room filled with men
Massage them, get them ready for treatment.
The one guy that got my file wasn’t impressed with my jokes and riddles.
His chair would soon be empty i theorized
Of course there were many ways to escape.
Would i want to?
I mean i get to massage abs and pecs and biceps
Although i did try,
They did find me, and brought me back laughing
Unlike normal society they were skilled at giving needles in the neck.
Is ok
I can deal
As long as i am drugged
A huge operating place or room
Where dozens of very hot men were getting “massages”
My role, or job was to bring essentials like ice water and other supplies.
I never asked what i did
Or what was being done
Because i couldn’t see
They wouldn’t allow me
I only saw the male form
And dozens upon dozens of sleeping men
Being pleasured
Divine right to rule or sickened self belief in the nature of existence.
You decide.
My mind is made up. - Shaun A. Delage