“Another initiation, brother Cliff,” I heard a booming voice announce. The hood made it difficult to hear, but I did hear that much. And I heard the comments that followed, and then felt a dozen hands jabbing and slapping and inspecting me as if I were meat.
“Nice body.” Someone took my n****e and shook my breast hard.
“Nice ass,” another voice chimed in.
I imagined a circle of randy c***s waiting for the moment to strike.
Was that possible? Would Dale do this to me? And who was in charge? These men or the master I served?
The crude inspection went on for some time, so did the men’s rude comments. They pointed out flaws, and noticed how my ass had been marked enough to show the remnants of the punishing blows from Dale’s wooden paddle. Not even the burn from the penny went unnoticed.
