Hidden deep in some, but always there and people tend to forget that. Porn sex there she goes again…”
It was strange, I suppose, being talked about that way. I just felt safer in the dark. I couldn’t stand up at all. There was a conflict inside me. He would shush my brothers, or call them by name, like when the Indian had taken my head in his hands so he could feed me his penis. Shit … “Bet your wife never did that.” My Master had moved closer, standing there above us. “Christ almighty…” the Indian was saying, ” … Sometimes I’d dream of Whitecloud touching me, making his art on my body, piercing my flesh without pain, but rather with pleasure. And below them was another piercing, one that took me completely by surprise because I truly had no memory of it at all. It was stiff, but heavy enough that it didn’t stick out straight, but seemed to curve away from his body and downwards. I wondered if the man was shy for some reason, or perhaps he found the idea of having sex with a dog repulsive. My piercing would rip out of my flesh before the bolt splintered the wood or the chain would break. The satisfaction in his eyes made me proud and happy that I could serve him
