The first thing Dirk saw when next he opened his eyes was Ben, dressed only in a pair of tight leather breeches. His chest was thickly haired, with two large n*****s poking out of the tangle of hair like teats on some wild beast. The bulge at the front of his pants was eye-catching.
“How are you feeling, young one?” asked Ben.
Dirk began to struggle against the ties that bound him to the massive four-poster bed, but his attempts to break free were in vain. When the hopelessness of his situation dawned on him he felt the sting of tears. He’d managed to escape once. He’d been lucky. The brotherhood would not let him succeed a second time.
“I’m going to untie you,” Ben informed him. “I’m sure you are aware of how unwise it would be to make a second attempt at escape. You are ours now and w
