081413 #worm Feigning a struggle, Me lets Marud tie him to the barnboards, pants off, legs wide in total defeat. Me is hard, of course. He knows the willow-haired girl is watching this, somehow. Through gaps in the floor up above? He knows she is laughing at him, and the knowledge makes him harder. Marud's chest is dark where Me's is pale. His pectorals are buff where Me's are gentle. His nipples are tiny, tight; Me's are obtuse. Marud spits on his hand, and rubs the slickness on his bullish cock. One meaty hand clamps each of Me's bound wrists above his head. Marud's smell overwhelms all--the faded horseshit, the dirt, the mold, the weedy night outside, the traces of the girl's perfume--everything gives in to the pungent musk of Marud.