By Sorbus
“Ca. . . Cabin, Sir? You said something about a, uh, cabin?” The words tangled on my tongue. My cage was achingly tight, my arousal making it bob up and down like it was drunk. I felt light headed. . . obviously because all of the blood in my body was pumping down towards my waist.
“That’s right boy,” Stevens said with a grin. “But before we go there, I want to make sure Johnson and Rookie are on their way. I don’t think either of us really want to have to answer the kinds of questions those two would ask. So let’s just get comfortable, shall we? Let’s get to know each other a little.”
I started to get to my feet, but a firm hand indicated I was to remain kneeling. “Whoa there, cowboy. Just where do you think you’re going? No need to get to up. Besides, you’d better rest that ankle some more. We’ve got a few miles of walking before the day will be done. And before playtime can really begin.”






























