Amir, expecting kinkies which Gene so seldom made real in front of someone, untied Ad, kicked him to the table. Ad clung to Alon.

“Feed him, skunk!” Amir shouted excitedly. Stine watched, with a grin. Gene made up to something, and that meant the show would be bright. Alon pulled Ad to himself, clenched his jaws, unclenching them and spitting out chewed food to the boy's mouth. The Gene clicked his tongue, with a gesture called the order of Amir off.

“No, you just eat,” Gene briefly smiled.

Alon ate. Gene stood up, opened a medicine box for the slaves, looked over them, took some pills and dropped them into the glass of wine of Alon stirred with his finger. Alon fretfully thought it was probably a laxative, Ad would again have to eat the excrements, and Alon would have to defecate in front of everyone. Alon finished his meal. The plate was empty. Alon got an intestinal disorder; it made him sick. "Nauseam..." came to Alon's mind. The man jerked to stand up and threw up on the table. The room got a characteristic smell.

Ad shook, embraced himself for shoulders, the excitement was unbearable.

“Oh, you’re an idiot!” Aletta rushed to Alon, Gene stopped her, Alon again shook with the retching, when the content of the stomach was completely out, the man fell exhaustedly in a chair. Ad was warily looking at Gene, but the sadist wasn’t looking at him. Gene waited for Alon to catch his breath.

“Sorry, master, I'll clean that up,” dully said Alon.

“Don’t,” sharply smiled Gene and turned to Ad. “Kiss him.”

The boy hugged Alon, pressed his lips against Alon’s, licking with the tongue the mouth of the man. Ad was trembling. Alon groaned, realizing what Gene had come up with, shuddered, felt the erection. Ad will do that, and what a glorious pleasure it will bring to the masters... and to him. Do people such things for the whims? Ad reluctantly pulled away Alon, but he needed to breathe deeply. The arousal prevented to breathe.

Gene didn’t order Alon to force Ad; he looked at the man waiting eloquently.

“Eat,” quietly said Alon. Embarrassment mixed with desire. Ad thoroughbredly shook his head, the boy was pulled to the feet of the man, and now he was looking up at him. Alon sat him on his lap. “Eat,” said Alon louder.

The boy gulped, looking into the eyes of Alon, lowered the heavy eyelashes, blinking off the tears that immediately ran with crystal paths in the face, opened the clouded with bliss eyes, continuing to look at Alon.

“Don't make me repeat,” Alon quietly growled.

Ad staggered back, moved his head again.

Aletta, Stine, and Amir were stroking, and slaves, using the fact that nobody looked at them, too.

Alon poked his face into the plate by his hair, painfully excited flesh rested in the sphincter of Ad, the beast moved and entered him.

“Eat,” ordered Alon.

Ad woundedly began to cry, started to eat, lapping up the content of the Alon’s stomach, chewed up mush mixed with bile and saliva of the beast, the boy ate with guttural rumbling, hysterically-composedly moving on Alon. Gene admired the voluptuous humiliation. Ad was crying, loudly sobbing; finally, the plate was empty. Ad looked at the mess left on the table and the floor, cummed, and shook his head. Alon gathered a medley with the palm from the table, brought it to the lips of Ad. The boy closed his eyes, leaned down and began to eat from the hands of Alon, licked his palm, licked himself…
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