[After this sort of treatment, who would want any one else? Wary after so much time and then to be so lucky with this sort of an enthusiastic man playing pitcher, why on earth would he want any one else? That's how the old man figures it. Freddy's carved that place out just for himself. He's done with experimenting in that sort of way, or so he thinks. The kid has years on his life. He can and should go about doing what he wants.]
Okay. [Another gulping swallow.] Okay man.
[There it is. Even though he's ready for it, there's still a long low moan. Way to go, Mr. Orange. You fucked him tender. Clink of the straps that hit the floor. And he rolls on over obediently. Paws come up too to hold onto him.]
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Okay. [Another gulping swallow.] Okay man.
[There it is. Even though he's ready for it, there's still a long low moan. Way to go, Mr. Orange. You fucked him tender. Clink of the straps that hit the floor. And he rolls on over obediently. Paws come up too to hold onto him.]