“How on earth are you still storing semen in your testicles? It really seems like a kind of witchcraft. I just cannot figure out how you can refill ...those sacks in such a fast way. Maybe you follow a special diet?”Mobu laughed. “Look, my white friend, you have to accept that I am an African man, not a spineless guy like your useless-in-bed husband. You are just surprised because in all these years you did not meet an African stud yet.”Suddenly, he hesitated, worried that he might have gone too. Copyright held by author and may be downloaded for personal useonly. All other use strictly prohibited unless approved by the authorand all standard disclaimers apply. Constructive comments may be sentto [email protected] BittyPeyton Daniels was an only child and named after his father's favoritefootball quarterback. He was raised in a typical upper middle classneighborhood and was an average teenaged boy. As he grew up likedsports and participated in some. Never very good,. Clearly, the idea was that they were to be used sexually at some point; equally clearly, they were frightened and not consenting.The fifth girl was brought to Malcolm."This is your initiation test, don't fail. We will help you, but you must strip her and strap her to the central frame, facing the altar."He looked at her and their eyes met. Her eyes were dark brown, her hair a dark brown, (in the poor light he couldn't see the red lights in it) framing a face he thought quite perfect; oval. I dare not follow you with my eyes. I know if I do, I will be in trouble. Walking back to the side of the bed, you position yourself to sit on the side of it. Looking at your hand, I can see that you have your belt. Holding the open ends together, you grab the middle with your other hand and pull the belt sides flat, making a very loud cracking sound. After several times doing this, you see the fear in my face and notice that my body is trembling, though not a sound comes from my lips. A smile.