True to his word, master ungagged Fred and kissed his mouth. “Now comes the fun, slave.”-The frame that Fred was tied to was spun until he was ups...ide down. The audience stood up and moved nearer to him, smiling and started to masturbate furiously. Clara took her position behind Fred and told him not to worry, that this would be beautiful.As the first man shot his cum onto Fred’s face, Clara pulled the plug out of Fred’s hole with a ‘pop’ The fountain of cum ran down both sides of his body, over. The frown and deep creases in his forehead remained. I almost started to cry again, but I managed to blink the tears away and hold my gaze steadily on his eyes.He studied me silently for several minutes, my hands relaxed inside his. I could almost see the wheels turning. I wondered what he was thinking, but knew better than to ask. I stayed quiet.Finally he appeared to come to a decision; I was suddenly terrified. 'What if he says no? What if he doesn't want to have sex with me? Oh God, I. Oh, by the way, did I happen to mention that part of the Becoming-a-Colonist deal, was having your physical age retracted to about eighteen years old, or so? Think we might be able to draw a few bees with that honeycomb? After all, how many of the folks out there do you think have ever wished for a chance to live their lives again without the mistakes?''Michael, we're not talking about eternal life here, are we?''Oh Lord, no. It's just one more trip around the mulberry tree, but this time they. He was floating, it seemed; he felt like taking a purifying steambath.That was when he started sobbing - more salt water leaving his body. Hemust be soaking the sheets and the mattress.Knuckles rapped on his door.They might have been doing that for a while before penetrating his cloudof misery. He tried to answer, but his throat was stuffed withsandpaper.The door opened, letting light stream past a silhouette.He knew who it was - the straight hair, the short robe covering thetall, gangly.