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morning and night. Mark helped Qhan take care of me. They tried to move
me as little as possible. We spent most of our time in Master s bed, Mark
holding me and reciting poetry or translating the Algonquan vids for me.
Time blurred. By the end of week three, I d become one large, throbbing
erection. Mark learned how to climb in and out of bed without disturbing me
because although I craved the comforting contact of his body around me,
jostling me usually triggered a series of explosive orgasms that left me
barely conscious.
The vet examined me. Our good behavior earned me the ability to stay
curled on my side in the bed, Mark restraining me by holding my wrists to
appease the man while I was quickly examined. Not like I could have
moved if I wanted to. A brief three-way discussion took place between
Mark, Qhan, and the vet before the vet left. Master had gone away
overnight, apparently on business, but was expected back late that evening.
 Time to start stretching you, baby, Mark told me. He d started calling
me that a few days earlier. I liked the way it made me feel.
Loved. Protected.
But right now I didn t think I could stand being moved. I groaned,
trying to protest.  Don t move me. Please, for the love of the universe, just
let me lie here. I wasn t in pain, that was the bitch of it. I felt pleasure so
pure and aching, the likes of which I d never experienced before. While I
couldn t wait for it to go away, I suspected that as soon as I healed from
dropping, I d be craving it again.
Yeah, it was that worth it.
He chuckled.  I warned you it was good, didn t I?
I groaned.
They didn t make me move. Qhan carefully slid some towels under me
and handed Mark a jar of the same goo we d used on him, along with a butt
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plug. Moving slowly so as not to jostle me, he lay down behind me and
started working the stuff in.
It felt good. I d progressed well past any squeamish reactions about
touching another man, or having one touch me. What he applied to my rim
felt nearly as good as the incessant pleasure torturing me. Cool and
soothing, almost like it had a minty herb in it. Just the slightest bit of
numbing, as well, although when I d applied it to him I didn t notice any of
those sensations on my skin. Maybe it was specially formulated to react only
with our most sensitive tissue, I don t know.
Didn t care.
All I knew is that he started with one gentle finger, working slowly, and
by several hours later he had his whole fist in me and put the plug in,
expanding it a little to keep me loose. He washed his hands and returned to
bed. Qhan brought his dinner and my drink in and examined Mark s
handiwork. He nodded approvingly and patted Mark on the head before
leaving us alone again.
Mark held the bottle for me. I couldn t drink very much before I was
full. They d given up on trying to get me to eat the day before.
I drifted in and out of sleep, catching a few undisturbed minutes here
and there until I awoke to the sound of Master s soft voice talking with
Mark. They disappeared for a few minutes, and I assumed Mark was getting
fucked from the happy sounds I heard down the hall.
Lucky bastard.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to lie still. I was dying to feel that
again, yet just the thought of moving nearly sent me into another spasm of
climaxes.
They returned a while later, and Mark repeated the massage. Master
watched, approving and discussing things with Mark. I tried to go to sleep.
This time Mark almost had two full hands inside me by the time he stopped,
and the butt plug was sized a little larger when he reinserted it.
Master laid down beside me and let Mark hold me. It felt good being
securely in the middle like that. Comfort from both sides.
As we all settled in, they to sleep as I tried to get what little sleep I
could, Master kissed me.  Love Kal, he said.
I managed an exhausted smile.  Love Master, I said.
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It was five days before my estimated drop date, and I wasn t sure I d
survive. I couldn t sleep, I couldn t move under my own power. I could
barely talk.
But damn, what a fucking fantastic way to go.
Whatever exact combination of things were happening inside my body,
it was like someone had mainlined an electrical connection to the pleasure
center of my brain, flipped the switch, and walked away. If the damn grunt
that tried to choke Mark had experienced this, he no doubt would have been
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