Chapter Six
With arms secured behind his back and leg muscles cramped to the point of immobility, Max lies in total restraint. He can somewhat wriggle about, squirming to move as would a worm. And the prairie grass is not entirely uncomfortable. But where is he to go? Naked and without use of hands.
So Max just lies listening to Doodie tending to various duties. When near, Max looks up to catch a glimpse of the male ingénue. Doodie’s fur covering ends at his waist, as Luda insists, forcing him to constantly display his girlish buttocks and his ringed p***s with missing balls. And though Max was disgusted by Doodie’s earlier oral service, Luda was most correct. In all his years no woman had ever provided such gratifying sensation. And Doodie’s knowing tongue and lips kept him at the very
