“Are those . . .” I squinted in the low light. “Do you have . . .penises stitched into your jacket?” “My goodness, look at you! You wake up with your limbs tied, in a strange place, and you immediately notice the cocks littering my jacket!” He tsked at me, leaning back with a smile. “I can already tell you’re going to push my limits.” He turned his face to the side a little, still looking at me, his smile now coy. “Yes, they are dicks. I have forty-three dicks on me at present. Given you’re a prisoner and have nothing else to do, I figured I’d give you a task while you wait for the alpha. Find
...more
