I wanted someone to hit my buttocks or tits…hit me somewhere. And I shuddered with a fucking orgasm that could have broken through time itself when ...my Mentor slapped both my ass cheeks so hard that he later told me he worried he really hurt me. He did really hurt me and I felt like such a dirty whore for loving it. The dick in my mouth was about to pop and I wanted to drink that cum until it was dry. He exploded into my mouth and I swallowed the cum sucking the cock for more. The circle. It was more of a statement. He pulled back, looking me in the eye, declared it again: “I’m a loser, Mr. James.”“No, Ryan. You’re not.”“What I got that’s good, huh,” he snuffed, daring me to find his strengths in the pile of weaknesses that grasped my larger frame.“Son – yeah – you’re fucked up. But we all are. Fuck, k**. I’m a drunk. Holding on one day at a time. You’ll figure out your shit – in the meantime, you’re strong. You’re a very strong man. You can work like an ox. You been pulling. They were of the same mettle that the girls and I were. They wanted to carry their own weight and not ‘sponge off the rich guy’ – me. I think they worried about my silence, but then I agreed. I said, “OK. Tonight, you guys pay, and thank you. I know you’re always grateful, but having you around is such a treat for me. You are some of my best friends, and I don’t want to stress you financially because of my expensive tastes, but tonight ... you got it.”They looked relieved. I wasn’t sure how. His left eyelid felt sticky, like someone had spilled honey on him. He reached up to touch his forehead and discovered that he couldn't move his arm. He could feel his fingers move, but something was holding his arm down."Status Report," his voice sounded into the darkness, sounding dry and hoarse in his ears. He had no idea if his body monitor was working or not. His breathed a sigh of relief when it spoke, its output lead still attached to the bone in his inner ear."Heart Rate – 115 pbm,.