The gentle hands and caring words come from a handsome man with a taught and slim body, his muscles etched from many years of work in ancient steam. He sits next to me and replaces the cool cloth on my forehead with colder saturation. I was made to be used, abused if it’s their wish.Bushy mustaches and beards, swinging cocks, hairy balls, fuzzy legs; dark eyes, sly smiles; acres of hairy, sweaty flesh look down at me. Gay sex I smile at him and he pats my shoulder as I hear a sigh of relief pass his lips. I want to be disciplined when I disobey and humiliated when I feign disgust. I want to be told what to do, want to be pushed beyond my limit, want to be shown the place in my mind that I refuse to see.And, I want to look up to see the seed-rain burn my face, burn my soul. I want to be branded, mark for their exclusive use and marked as their grateful soil.
