He invited his best man to help himself in any way he wished. He was being repaid for the brilliant job he did in his wedding duties, helping and supp...orting. The husband told him, nothing was off the agenda, any hole, any restraint or within reason she could be beaten.The new wife was slightly uneasy at quite the no holds barred offer; she wasn’t too keen on the sound of being tied up or hurt. But the best man was a gentleman, well sort of. He had her kneel between his legs and remove his. She was right, she looked hot as hell. I could feel my monster waking up, so tried to hide it. I was literally speechless. That scene still gives me a hard-on.P: Dekhte hi rahoge.. ya kuch bologe bhi!!Me: hmm?? oh haan…P: kya haan?? vaise bolne ki zarurat nai hai… (and she pointed towards my dick which was standing and saluting her)Me: (now I was a bit embarassed) sorry (was all I could say)P: hmmm.. sorry to tumhe kehna chaiye… itni hot ladki tumhare samne hai and tum bas khade ho!!I could not. It’s real bad. I cannot imagine how that must affect you.”“Yeah, well that’s for sure. Nobody can know how that feels who hasn’t experienced it,” I said.“I’m sure that’s so. I’ve read some stuff about guys who come back from the war zone with injuries like yours. Some of them adapt, some of them don’t. I sure as hell hope that you are one of the ones who does,” she said. I snorted.“Yeah, well I’ve been trying for fifteen years that should tell you something,” I said. The college boys raised. I was pretty happy with my new clothes, I have a very slim body and lack significant facial and body hair, I always hated that about me, but now I feel thankful for it.Next thing on my list was my anal capacity: I decided to be realistic, there’s no way I’d be able to fit an entire horse dildo in only two weeks, so I bought a butt plug instead, three to be exact, the smallest being as wide as my index and middle fingers combined, and the largest being the size of a small fist. I started wearing.