There’s nothing I find more sexy – more incredibly hot – than a strong, masculine man with tears in his eyes. You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me, Grif.

Your super powers are safe. I made sure your magic underwear is in place, Jockboy.

There’d been rules agreed upon for these particular types of torment sessions. I was rarely restrained, but I was to remain absolutely still. I was to keep my arms and legs where he’d placed them, or where I’d laid them when the session began.

Dude, you can’t just imply a guy’s gonna get a blowjob and then pull back! I mean there’s some sort of rule about that... blowjob etiquette or something, isn’t there?

So long as we understand each other, Grif; you wanna suck me, and I like blow jobs... nothing more to it than that.

Words, Grif. Tell me how you’re feeling.

There’s nothing I find more sexy—more incredibly hot—than a strong, masculine man with tears in his eyes. You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me, Grif.

So long as we understand each other, Grif; you wanna suck me, and I like blow jobs...nothing more to it than that.

Cocksucker! You’re a fucking Cocksucker, Grif! My Cocksucker!

Dude, you can't just imply a guy's gonna get a blowjob and then pull back! I mean there's some sort of rule about that... blowjob etiquette or something, isn't there?