He was moaning, “So good, so good, so fucking good,” as my wife and his buddy watched after she had satisfied him. She understood how much I wanted to have Kevin. How many men and boys will be watching did you say?”
The word was that George expected his inductees to dress to impress for him and his audience. Admiring the size of it. I soon learnt most of the men with ankle bracelets were married men, closet gay men. He was naked from the waist down while his buddy was naked apart from a crotch-less jock strap, both of them sitting side by side on high stools, in front of a large wall length mirror, admiring their erections just as my wife and me were. One of the boys clamped my wrists to the straps hanging from the ceiling, my legs spread, before another boy smeared oil over my back, my torso, my ass, while George watched.
