Chapter Nineteen
Once the ice is broken, once having orally served, sucked Doodie’s withered sac well into the night, all of Max’s reservations concerning use of his tongue and lips dissipate. Though somewhat reluctant, Max knows to oblige. And in the seclusion of the plains, who is to ever know? And if his compliance results in his organs remaining intact, why should he not so serve?
For Luda the scenes are charming. Doodie tends to Max like a favored pet, leading him about by his nostril binding... feeding... massaging. And Max has learned to perform nightly. In tribute for his care, his tongue swirls and his lips suck to the sounds of Doodie’s sighs of delight. Then it becomes time to bundle. And every night Max must lie as a source of warmth as Doodie, in turn, services Luda. Her pa
