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fucking me would be on a par with fucking a dog, and I damned
sure wasn’t a dog.
    Alright, so I wasn’t prime beef either. I
was slightly aged beef, but I kept in good shape. I was no great
beauty—like he was—but mirrors didn’t crack when I looked in them
either. Men, human men, usually gave me at least one look when I
passed them.
    I studied him speculatively for several
moments, my hands on my hips.
    Superior fucking asshole!
    “You’ve done a dandy job of freeing yourself
so far,” I taunted, unable to resist the temptation to take a stab
at him. The poison dart hit its mark. He gave me a look that sent a
shiver down my spine.
    He was better at ‘the look’ than I was.
    Shrugging it off, I went back to considering
my plan. Finally, I decided I might as well have a talk with his
cock since I was here already. His cock might not be as fastidious
as he was about mixing with the lower order.
    The cross presented a problem, though.
    After studying the ropes holding it up for
several moments, I discovered with little surprise that the freaks
had used a pulley system to lift it. Moving to the wench, I grasped
the rope, found the release and braced myself. Fortunately, it
didn’t just disengage. After a bit of a struggle, I managed to
lower the thing until it was against the floor.
    Striding back to him, I stepped across the
post he was bound to, placing a foot on either side of his hips,
then squatted down for an inspection of the plumbing. Catching hold
of the sarong around his waist, I flipped it up. I was a little
surprised to see it looked pretty much like any other cock—slightly
disappointed, actually. I was hoping for something a little
different. All the same, it was pretty impressive equipment. It was
adult sized, even flaccid.
    At least this was going to be fun.
    I stood up again, bent to grasp the zipper
at the hem of my jumpsuit and unzipped the leg to the crotch,
glancing at his face as I finished.
    He was frowning, his eyes gleaming with
suspicion and dawning outrage. Ignoring him, I squatted over his
thighs again, grasped his cock and said hello big fellow. I heard
his teeth grinding as I sucked on it experimentally.
    I’d never figured out why they called it
blowing when you had to suck the thing to inflate it.
    It tasted pretty damned good—which was both
a relief and a pleasure since necessity dictated blowing him and I
wasn’t keen on giving head—a little exotic, but meat just the same.
In about two seconds flat, the monster awoke and it was fully twice
the size erect as it had been flaccid— very impressive!
    Unable to resist, I lifted my head. “He says
yes.”
    He snarled at me, trying to jerk his cock
from my grip. Shrugging, I returned my attention to what I’d been
doing. Since time was of the essence and I figured I might have
trouble moving fast enough to jack him off while I was astride him,
I fell to work with a will. After a few minutes he stopped trying
to get away and held himself perfectly still—as if that would avail
him! Ha! I was a world class tongue flapper. Nobody talked
more than I did, even when I was completely alone, which was most
of the time. I had a tongue, and jaws, of steel. I could’ve sucked
a blister on it if I’d wanted to.
    He gave up trying to hold still, a clear
signal that I’d gone way beyond his control. He began to make
short, breathless sounds, trying to keep from groaning.
    It turned me on big time. My own juices
began to flow. I could feel my body burgeoning with desire.
    Not that it mattered to ‘the plan’. I hadn’t
really considered getting off myself since it wasn’t necessary, but
I was turned on now. I got so carried away, I lost sight of the
goal and almost screwed the pooch. When his cock abruptly jerked in
my mouth, it snapped me out of it, though.
    St. Helens was about to blow!
    Panting with my own arousal as well as
exertion, I pulled his cock from my mouth, scooted up his thighs
and lifted away from him, shoving his cock head