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“No, Sir.”

“We’ll be reintroducing you to that, then. Bet you were sore as hell the day after he fucked you that first time, huh?”

“A little, Sir. But it was the good kind of sore.”

“Don’t I know it.” I slap his ass. “No more jerking off. Don’t make me put a chastity cage on you. I don’t want to do that, but it’s still on the list, and it’ll make your job hiding this from your wife that much harder, okay?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up.”

He does.

I position myself in front of him and look him in the eyes. “Don’t fuck around with me, Ward.” I drop my voice again and point at the ceiling. “That man upstairs is my universe. So when you’re wondering to yourself why I’m doing something to you, what I’m getting out of it, keep in mind I’ve spent the last almost fourteen years knowing him and seeing what losing you did to him. You put him through Hell, and I’ve done everything in my power to try to help him through it. Understand me?”

He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Hands behind your back.”

He complies.

I reach down and grab his cock and balls and squeeze. “Then let’s beginyourtrip to Hell,boy. I’ll be your guide through the past.”