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23
Jun
17

Courtyard games

Doing the business

 

For weeks he’d lived with the threat.  When she got bored, she’d dispose of him.
He “disappointed”.  He’d done the business.  No use to her anymore.
The gods were kind  ..  he might be needed still.  To be kept on-hand.  Just in case  ….

Kind?  Left in that sister’s grip?

22
Jun
17

Command

Doing the business

 

He’d done the job.  He was dispensible.  No longer needed for the business he’d been bought to do.
SHE wasn’t going to put him out to grass.  He doubted this family would award him a pension for life.

Done the business.  Now what …..?

 

21
Jun
17

Disappoint

Doing the business

 

How he felt about it?  Confused.  Uncertain.  Humbled?  Proud?
But what was he?  Man-seed.  A hard cock.  NOTHING.

What really counted .. how SHE would react ……

 

 

20
Jun
17

Done

Doing the business

 

He knew it could happen.  Maybe in his travels he’d done it before  ..  just passed on before he knew.
And what-the-hell-else had he been doing these past weeks?  Sticking it in and jiggling it about a bit  …..

But when it happened .. when he heard .. how was a free-living young man to take the news?

19
Jun
17

Abandoned?

Doing the business

 

She was as good with the mental torture as toying with his cock.  Keeping him guessing.  On edge.  Toying with his fears.
It happened, didn’t it?  A man and a woman didn’t gel?  He’d never set out to make babies before  ..   he’d never had any doubts.

But WHAT IF  …..  What if they didn’t gel?

 

 

 

18
Jun
17

Uncertainties

Doing the business

 

Actively going for him, punishing him physically.  Playing with his mind, working on his fears.  Keeping him guessing.  She’d done this before plenty of times before, she had a store of surprises up her sleeve.  He couldn’t even imagine what.

Freezing his butt off in the cellars.  Plenty of time to think.  And worry.  

 

17
Jun
17

Cellars

Doing the business

Days fused into weeks.  The mindless drudgery of procreation.  The soul-destroying turmoil in the bitch’s hands.  Always getting the jump on him.  Never knowing, always wary.

Physical, mentally.  Always on edge.