Chapter 142

Most of the seminars I went to after my mid-morning and lunch fucks were allegedly scientifically or medically based.

I learned things like the human body memorizes anything you do often enough - like never forgetting how to ride a bike. So the more often you orgasm, the easier it become to do so. And the faster you get there. Of course, it is also possible to teach the body how to control the urge and not orgasm until you wish to.

I went to a clinic on the six pressure points that will intensify an orgasm and the eight pressure points that will stop one. There was one on the dangers of toy misuse and abuse.

I made all the boys attend the workshop on sexual technique.

I was late for more than a few of the talks - during each break, I found a different boy and either left a deposit or took one. The boys wearing the jocks - Juan, Ivan, Yeuhan and Giovanni - were once again playing catcher for everyone else. I checked on them, but only let them blow me. I didn't want to ruin anything for bedtime.

Vanni spent his day wearing one of Zane's leather collars, which was connected to Zane's matching collar by a 6-foot leather strap. The strap was connected to a 6-foot leash, held by Keoni. Who looked like sex on steroids in one of Zane's leather slave outfits. He bought himself a white rubber jock, white latex nipple rings, and a white dildo-with-a-tail to stay with the day's color scheme.

"Actually, Boss," he told me when I asked about it, "I bought a set in every color I could find. It's kinda like being in uniform again." He grinned.