Yes, there were times when a well-muscled surrogate fucker could be a welcome help. Still, however, certain special treats such as that nameless doe-eyed slut—the one for whom, unacknowledged, he still longed wordlessly!—needed to be savored not just vicariously but most personally and intimately, with every quivering inch of one’s own plumped-up red flesh…
His face suddenly warm, the Captain swallowed. “Yes,” he said, bringing himself back to the present, “in certain situations these, ah…these c**k-slaves seem a useful lot at times.”
“Indeed, sir,” agreed the stableman, apparently not noticing the Captain’s sudden reverie. “Yet though I will indeed call in a number of such hardy lads…” He hesitated, then gave a little smile. “Well, my position, sirs, does entitle me to certain tradition
