“Brad, hold his arms down to the bed for me!” Roy commanded Jesse’s usually quiet brother. XXX “No Shit, idiot. He used a wash-cloth to plug up the over-flow, and brought the water-level up to his little nipples — far above the “line of damage” to his insides, and let the warmth sink into his gut. If Roy could do that to him any time he wanted to, death might be better after all. Maybe he could just say that he and Roy just weren’t getting along, and he was tired of arguing. Finally, Roy let go of his legs, and pulled his cock out of his ass.
