#shellone

“I thought a lot about this”, Eric said, circling the beautiful figure tied to a post behind their house. Shell was naked and vulnerable but his eyes were soft and trusting as they looked up at him.

“I love leaving marks on you. But none of them have ever been … lasting enough...”

Eric strolled over to the fire he had made before tying his pretty toy up. There was a red hot iron already prepared in the embers. Grabbing the protected hilt he turned to face Shell. Green eyes were hazy by now.

“Let’s change that tonight, shall we?”

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