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Three solid weeks of sharing the shower, washing each other quite intimately, and Roger somewhat begins to acclimate. But then that neglected male gland signals its quest, drool beginning to sully the bottom of his cage.
Yes, it’s milking time, and a new obstacle of homophobia will need to be addressed.
I attach a leash to Roger’s neck collar and have him crawl from the cage. Into the kitchen Douglas awaits with the bowl into which I so often milk him.
“Prostate milking, Roger. I promised I would continue taking care of you, and that gland.”
He expects the removal of the CB3000. But he’s not due to be shaven and that’s the only time he is freed. It will thus be quite the ordeal to exhaustively relieve him while confined, but it will be done.
“Slip out the anal probe, Douglas. T
