Chapter 7
“I think I want this prisoner to suck my cock,” Stace said. He reached over Jared’s head again and loosened the knot to let the thongs slacken. “On your knees.”
Jared knelt, feeling the four thongs slip enough to let him down, yet their hold did not totally release. Once on his knees, he found his face just even with Stace’s crotch. That magnificent mahogany cock seemed to be reaching for him. As if hypnotized by the sight, Jared lifted his right hand to grasp it as he leaned forward to touch his lips to the single shimmering drop on the tip. The liquid sparkled jewel-bright in the firelight. He captured the drop with his tongue, then widened his mouth to slip over the crown. He nearly had to unhinge his jaws like a snake’s to take it all in. What an incredible dong!
Stace rested one hand on the top of Jared’s head, fingers spreading across his skull. “If you do a good job, white man, I may not have to punish you.”