Listening to Sex (The Third Gender Book 3) by Grace Mansfield

Author:Grace Mansfield
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Gropper Press
Published: 2020-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

They walked into the kitchen. Renfrew was on his knees kissing Mamie’s pussy. He was so engrossed, making such loud slurping sounds, that he didn’t hear Mattiss.

Mattiss walked up behind the man, grabbed his hair and threw him aside. Renfrew sprawled on the floor and looked up in anger, but when he saw it was Mattiss he flipped over on his belly and groveled.

“Renfrew, I have told you not to indulge yourself without permission.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Mamie looked at the floor.

“Not your fault, my sweet. You simply enjoyed a willing tongue. It is this dolt who is breaking the rules.”

“Master! Master!” Renfrew pressed his head into the floor and turned his head back and forth against the tiles.

“One more time, you oaf, and I will whip you bloody!”

“Yes, Master! Yes, Master!”

Watching the scene, Johnny was reminded of the Lord of the Rings, Gollum begging piteously.

Mattis ignored the begging man and continued through the kitchen and down the circular stairs, the ones that led to the dungeons.

“What is wrong with Renfrew?”

“Wrong? There is nothing wrong with the man. He is just in the middle of life.”

“But…”

“Why do I chastise him?”

Johnny didn’t think threatening to whip a man bloody was simple chastisement, but he just kept his mouth shut listened.

“Renfrew is learning, and he is in the middle of thinking the world is one big pussy, and the pussy loves him. As such, he has no self control. I must beat him until he listens. When he listens I can reduce my efforts, then he will respond to reason, and not just the whip.”

“Oh.”

They reached the bottom of the stairs.

Mattiss led the way to the chair at the end of the big room.

“Have a seat and take out your barbell.”

Johnny sat in the chair, it was exactly like the one in Mattiss’s workshop. He unscrewed the barbell while Mattiss went to a work bench and looked for something.

Mattiss came to him, sat in a rolling swivel chair between his legs.

Johnny again experienced the odd sensation of another man handling his penis. His penis was beginning to have sensations now, but it wasn’t growing erect.

Mattiss pushed a circular bit of jewelry through his penis, then he dripped a bit of liquid from a tube into the end of the ring, and screwed the two ends together.

“This is permanent glue, young Johnny.” He focused on making sure the ring was tight and unable to be separated. “Now, over here.”

He led Johnny to a cell half way down the room.

The cell were pretty much the same. Stone and mortar, a ledge for sleeping at the back of the cell. A drain in one corner.

Mattiss pointed at a slight indentation in the middle of the floor. “Lay on your belly, and attach yourself with this.”

Johnny lay down, the floor was cold, but not freezing.

In the center of the little indentation was a metal ring. It was much like the rings that Janet had been fastened to on the roof.

Johnny glanced up at Mattiss, who waited, then placed a small padlock through the ring on the floor, and through the ring on the end of his dick.

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