0 comments/ 2633 views/ 1 favorites Cruel Mistress Carnation By: justincbenedict JULY, 2005 Clausen Widdicombe pulled up just outside Enger Haverford's farm...She was the town dominatrix, and a bit weird, but Clausen had reasons for being here...he wanted to see Enger's niece, the wonderful Carnation!!!! Clausen got out of his little Miata convertible and sighed. Enger's youngest daughter, 20 year old Secondari (She and her sister Selina had spray-painted a green cock on Clausen's Dad's Mercedes the year before) looked at Clausen, grinning. "You comin' here to have my Momma whip your ass?" Thick, fluffy blonde curls bounced on bare tanned shoulders, and what a sexy tube top for one so young! Clausen tried to smile at the little prodigy. "I'm here to see your cousin Carni, she's staying here this summer, right?" Little Secondari smiled and stretched, causing the full young breasts in the lime-green tube to jiggle merrily. Clausen's cock grew and pulsated against the chicken-wire chastity cage. Oh, how he regretted making that damn thing. God, it hurt. Clausen had figured that having the cage would be so exciting for a submissive, he'd been reading all those chastity-oriented BDSM magazines ( periodicals he'd fished out of the Reverend Lessiter's garbage can next door) and the fantasies had so excited him. Clausen had also considered that being locked in a chastity device would help him to focus less on dates, and more on his studies. But regrettably, Clausen had spent most of his last semester at Princeton watching S&M porn tapes and trying to masturbate through the little spaces in the nasty, tight chastity cage. And did the wire seriously cut the tender skin of his poor rigid cock! The intense pain of his poor cock in that nasty cage. Clausen would rub and rub and even try to run his fingers up and down the wire, jerking as best he could, but of course his penis wasn't going to be able to cum, since it couldn't harden to its full length.... And his buddies would be knocking on the door of his single "Dude come out with us...what're you doing, choking your chicken?" Which of course was what he was doing. And now and then Clausen would go on a date...he was a good looking guy, and one of the richest kids at Princeton... Yes, and he'd end up making out with hot chicks who he couldn't fuck or even disrobe with...because of the goddamn chastity cage! Sure, he could have gotten some pliers and cut it open, but he was so in love with Carnation. Most of the time in his dorm he wasn't even looking at porn, just gazing at the hot little Polaroid's she sent him, what a hottie...five foot three with cantaloupe breasts that strained the tiny tops she wore... Sure, Clausen hadn't seen Carni since spring break, but she'd called him on the phone, throatily breathing and telling him all about the guys she was fucking and sucking at Almeida Central High School... "Don't you wish it was you, Clausen...but you're such a little faggot, I need a big, fat dick, you understand don't you...?" How had this happened? Carni had been flattered to the utmost when Clausen had first asked her out, some summers ago...they'd had a great time, until he'd confessed to her that he was a BDSM enthusiast, and what was her aunt the dominatrix like, anyway? Carni had become less available after this...telling Clausen that she'd prefer he just go down on her, and that she wasn't really into being fucked all that much. "If you can eat me out for maybe a couple of hours?" And she wouldn't let him mess around with her in the back of his car, no, she insisted that they rent a motel room, on his dime. For a time, Carni kept to the agreement, letting Clausen fuck her after he'd eaten her out, given her full body massages, bought her jewelry, but then this began to bore her...she told Clausen he had a pretty face, and that she' d like to make him up as "Claudia." Carni had put Clausen in a frilly dress with boob-falsies and high heels. She'd painted his face with baby-d0ll makeup and then had him go to the roadhouses and singles bars in town as a girlfriend. "This will be more interesting, and you know you want it honey...before we go, you can practice on a cucumber." When Carnation and "Claudia" arrived at a honky-tonk, to keep the truckers, drunken married men from discovering that "Claudia" had a wee-wee, Carni told them "Claudia here is part of the Christian virgin community, but she'll take it in the mouth and in the ass, if she can just pull up her dress and drop her panties." It had been the deal at first for every ten times "Claudia's" mouth and asshole were fucked full of cum, Carni would let him bring her back and fuck her (after eating her out) in the motel room. But then in the summer of '91, Carni had told Clausen that she wanted to make it more interesting, and demanded that he blow fifty guys for every time he could fuck her little pussy. This almost broke poor "Claudia's" jaw but he was so desperate for Carni's body that he'd do almost anything. By August of that year, Carni felt she was being stretched out too much from (the rare) penetration of Clausen's dick, and she changed Clausen's reward to giving him a hand job after he'd sucked off a hundred guys. When Clausen objected, Carni stripped him, tied him down and thrashed him with a cut off cord from Auntie Enger's vacuum cleaner. In the summer of '92, Carni told Clausen that she didn't like befouling her hands with his scummy dick, so after he'd blown 100 boys in drag as "Claudia" he could just jerk himself off and play with her boobs as a reward... And this saved money on the motel room as Carni made it a quick operation in the car...but of course Clausen was quite disappointed. By June '93, Carni told Clausen that she was uncomfortable being nude in front of him. "It's just a weird thing, honey. I have a boyfriend I really like. But I'll let you jerk off and look at me in my French underwear, how about that?" And then she paused. "I was thinking of you had your teeth pulled—I know you're awfully young for dentures—but if you had gums, you could give more blowjobs sexier, and it would make you more popular...and you'd have more time to see me, right?" Clausen had been horrified at this, but Carni had unbuttoned her halter as she'd spoke, and jiggled her magnificent cleavage at him...and he'd succumbed reluctantly. One of Mistress Enger's submissives was a dentist, and the operation hadn't been as horrible as Clausen thought it would, and his dentures were classy looking... So hard to eat with, but. It was true, now that he was on his knees in the Men's restroom of the Fox and Hounds Singles Club, he was able to tally many more BJ's...which made Carni happy! But the following June Clausen's appeal began to lessen. As he was now maturing out of his twenties and into middle age, Clausen was more hirsute and even with heavy pancake makeup, "Claudia" was less attractive and feminine to the louts in the roadhouses and singles bars in the small town. Now that he was more manly, even in drag, poor Clausen was only averaging two or three blowjobs a night... So he took time off from work to blow a few homeless men in the alley, recording how many times he swallowed. (Clausen probably could have lied and told Carnation that he blew more men than he actually did, but as a Pentecostal, he was committed to honesty—lying was a sin.) Making his quota was rough, but "Claudia" worked her ass off...what a "gal!" In the summer of 1994, Clausen was just too big and ungainly to pass as a girl, and so Carni told him that he could do something else to earn jerk-off sessions, although now she was to be fully clothed, only showing a little cleavage while he pumped in front of her. "My aunt, the dominatrix, is now branching out into renting tranny slaves to be fucked and whipped by gay male Masters. I will let you jerk off every time you go through a session, but you have to man up, `cause some of them will burn you with cigarettes. And they'll love your gummy blowjobs!" Whenever Clausen backed off from showing up to be a tranny slave, Carni would come visit him, and rub her scantily clad body against his, the young full breasts just bringing him to absolute ecstasy...and then he had to go and do the tranny torture...just to get a little jerk-off time! But now that Carnation had locked poor Clausen in chastity, all bets were off! The worst time during the months between Spring Break and visiting Carni here, was when Clausen had gotten a knock at the door and it had been Seneca, one of Auntie Enger's daughters who Clausen had seen around the Princeton campus, and understood was the head of Food and Landscaping Services. Seneca was a voluptuous redhead, and Clausen was quite pleased to see her, until she said "We are having a labor dispute between our hunky Hispanic gardeners and dishwashers and landscapers, and the school. Since we can only offer them a three percent raise, we need an additional incentive." Clausen had looked at Seneca, puzzled. "What has that to do with me?" "Well, my cousin Carni says that you're good at pulling out your teeth and providing pleasure. So she told me to order you to put on your lip gloss, you're going to blow seventy-six Hispanic workers!" Ah, the anguish...it had been quite a difficult time...but finally he was back out of school, and would be visiting his beloved Carnation! Now Clausen looked at Secondari, who snickered. "Before you go up t' see Carni, take off your pants. I'm goin' t' whip your ass with this fishin' pole!" Further up the hill, Carnation Kray left Auntie Enger's farmhouse, shaking her head to get the Methodist minister's screams to leave it. Enger was really giving it to poor Reverend Lessiter; and Carni had never been less than amazed by her aunt's ingenuity with a hair curler on a man's junk. In the bathroom, Enger's twin 19 year olds, Soraya and Salowa were administering an enema to a County Commissioner who was giving Enger fits about zoning issues...that would be resolved quickly, Carni thought. Just before she stepped out, Carni pushed a peanut butter sandwich under the door of the hall closet where poor Sleighton Kepps was locked, and he pushed a hundred dollar bill through the little space after the sandwich was received, and Carni shoved it in her top, snickering. Carni toyed with her (this week henna-red colored) locks, and abstractedly opened a button or two on her blouse, and then discarded it by the pig-pen altogether, happy to be clad in a polka bikini top and tiny snug cut-offs in the July sun. This was her last fun summer staying with Enger before she went away to Choate, and she really was enjoying it. The pig-pen was a little disheveled. The night before Enger had cuffed the Mehta triplets, Ashesh, Prakesh and Ramesh in the middle of the mud, and the usher of the town movie theater (owned by the Mehtas) had peed on them as the three had rolled around...it had been surreal! Carni jiggled her boobs in the little polka dot top, and arrived at the barn, and there he was—Clausen Widdicombe...looking uncomfortable. Carni grinned and pointed a finger, and the lanky Princeton junior sighed and undressed. "Hey, Carni..." Clausen smiled gamely as he dropped his shorts. "I heard you got the full scholarship to boarding school, that's fantastic." Carni sneered. Mistress Enger's oldest daughter Selma was married to the chairman of the classics department at Choate Rosemary Hall...and using persuasion of the cane, Selma had ordered him to provide admission and scholarships to all the girls in the family, and most of them, including Carnation were C students! Carni smiled. Poor Clausen's buttocks and legs were covered with long red welts. Apparently, little Secondari had gotten to him first. Oh well, it saved her needed discipline on the boy. Carni noticed with approval that the tiny cage that he had constructed with chicken wire over spring break was still locked on his meager penis. She smiled. Poor bastard, locked in chastity, unable to cum with all those hot Princeton girls around...Spring break was in April? Two months, eight weeks, damn. All that frustration. And to think that Clausen had built the chastity cage...and then asked her to lock it on him, with a clumsy combination locker type Yale lock keeping it shut. And his dick, locked in the cage looked so purple! "Well, Clausen, it's going to be a long summer." Carni said with some satisfaction... And Clausen burst into tears! November 2011 "Carnation milk, best in the land, Comes in a can with a little red band, No tits to pull, no hay to pitch, Just punch a hole in the son of a bitch!" Carnation Kray had never liked her first name much...but Momma had said to her "The first time I saw your Daddy, not as a client, you know, naked with the dog leash...he was wearin' a tux and had a carnation in his lapel...and it inspired me!" And now, Carni was looking at Walden Pincus, her own client, and he looked scared to death...and he should be! Walden stood uncertainly. "Take down your pants, Walden" Carni said, smiling patiently. "If I have to do it, to undo your drawers, it will be worse for you. You're such a baby anyway, crying and bitching when I whip your pallid little butt...we might as well begin the misery now!" Carni tapped the thick wooden paddle, which caused days of welts for Walden each week...she tapped it with a long purple nail, significantly, and he knew he had to take his pants down, but as always, he was terrified. And aroused, though he couldn't get his erection to straighten in that damn Tube. Mistress Carnation was so hot! Curly dark hair tied in a cute bun this week, Carni's few extra pounds showed well in the full breasts straining the spaghetti strap purple camisole. Walden's cock attempted again to harden but of course this was painful in the three inch chastity tube. "Be grateful" Carni had once told him. "I could have given you one with little spikes." Walden had a healthy six inch penis, once called "massive" by one of his session attendees after he'd rogered her in his suite at the Tallahassee Ramada Inn. His big boy was quite cramped now in the steel tube. But what did he expect? Mistress Carnation had warned him that chastity training programs would not be the stuff of his masturbatory fantasies...masturbation was over for poor Walden, anyway! "Walden!" Mistress Carnation now spoke in slight irritation. "Stop woolgathering and take those pants down, and the shorts, too. I hope you wore panties like you told me your Dad used to make you wear when he whipped you. That was a great story, him making you put on pink panties and then drop your panties in front of your brothers and sisters in the woodshed. And they called you "Woodshed Wally!" Walden paled at the horrific memory. He should never have told Mistress Carnation that story, but he seemed to tell her EVERYTHING. "Come on, Wally, Mommy's getting mad now" Mistress said crisply. Walden sighed again and his dick once more attempted to lengthen in the miniscule chastity tube, and it crushed against the unforgiving steel. Despite Mistress being fifteen years younger than Walden, he loved it when she referred to herself as Mommy. Walden's original Mommy had not used the razor strop as Daddy had, but she'd often whipped Walden quite viciously with a Ping-Pong paddle as well as a hairbrush. She had been much harder on Walden than his brothers and sisters, as he was the brightest, best looking, and the future of the family's hopes. While Walden's brothers could wear Black Sabbath shirts and sport Mohawk haircuts, get straight D's and stay out all night, Walden's parents had made him wear a bowtie and vest-sweaters, and had caned him mercilessly if he fell off the Honor Roll. Walden's curfew had been six o'clock—dinnertime, and his bedtime was right after, unless he had to study for a test. Now of course Walden was rich and famous, but he was quite envious of the childhood of his siblings, most of whom worked as or were married to body shop employees. Mamma had also whipped Walden's poor penis with a long wet willow switch, a penalty for masturbation...of course the situation he was in now, was FAR worse. Now Walden smiled timorously at Mistress. "I wasn't daydreaming, Ma'am, I was just thinking about how beautiful you are." He stared at her full breasts in the little purple top. Oh God, she was beautiful! Carni snickered. She was quite fond of Walden, although she tried to keep a professional distance. Carni's grandmother, Arch Mistress Themis who had run the largest dungeon in Muncie, Indiana had advised, "Pray for the nice, worshipful low maintenance clients. They're the ones who don't try to top from the bottom, and they are your bread and butter. They'll go bankrupt coming to see you two or three times a week, sometimes, and often leave money to you in the will, honey." Grandma had been right. Although he didn't come to the appointments more than once a week, Walden was a heavy tipper, and was so polite, trying not to obviously drool all over Carni's boobs. Carni would whip him until he sobbed, and tease his cock afterwards, watching it swell between her delicate feminine fingers. Sometimes her painted talons almost caused poor Walden's cock to burst, the pre-cum oozing out of his pulsing head (she put him in a steel cock ring to effect stimulation, and once dropped a Viagra pill in his Earl Grey tea.) After poor Walden would quiver in his bonds, the scarves tying his wrists to Carni's bedposts, Carni would take her hand away, untie Walden and make him jerk off into a pair of her thong panties. Walden had confessed to Carni that he used to jerk off while wearing his Mama's support hose, and this had given her some inspiration for his pleasure. And what a happy fellow he was...he'd told Carni that Mother had made him suck his semen out of her hose as a punishment, and of course Carni had followed suit. And then one Tuesday, as Walden, with a bitter face had sucked the last of his spooge from the thong, Carni had told him "Consider yourself lucky that you get to cum at all. My chastity boys get whipped and teased just like you, but then I lock them up again. I only let them jerk off once in a great while...and they pay the same five hundred a week plus tips that you do, Wally dear." Walden's eyes had widened. "I've always had chastity fantasies, Mistress Carnation." With his confession came a new tumescence to his already wasted penis. "You sure, Walden?" Carni had asked gently." It's tougher than you might think. On the other hand if you can stay chaste for 90 days I'll let you see my bare breasts while you jerk off...you've never seen my titties in the raw before, honey." Walden had been fitted with a tight little chastity tube that very day, and after a week in it, he'd returned, looking a bit strained, the following Tuesday. A week of no jerking off or fucking whoever he dated...wasn't easy. At the end of Walden's usual tease, after stroking and then slapping it, and then stroking more, and pulling her hand away... when Carni normally untied him so he could pound his pud, it was different. "So close to making a messy this week, honey." Carni had said softly, running her nail up and down Walden's stiff dick one more time. She'd gone to the fridge and brought back an ice cube and begun rubbing it up and down his penis...and Walden was puzzled. "What's going on, Mistress?" Walden had asked. He noticed that his cock was slowly losing its blood, although there was a very backed-up feeling in his testicles. Carni had looked at him patiently as she gave his now shriveled penis a final rub with the ice cube. "I brought down your erection, Wally. You know, so I can fit your dick back into the tube. If it's all stiff and purple it won't go in. Cruel Mistress Carnation Some of my clients I order to go limp on their own, and if they don't I beat their dick with a straightened coat hanger, a car ariel or a curtain rod, but you are a beginning chastity boy..." Walden had looked wounded, and implored Carni to let him just cum once more before he was locked up again. "It's been a tough week. I've had trouble adjusting to total celibacy. Besides, I get a lot of hugs from pretty women at my lectures. It was really rough this week, and I couldn't get to sleep some nights, my cock was so uncomfortable in the tube." Walden was an inspirational speaker, who charged thousands in lecture fees, (as well as additional revenue from books and DVDs) and sometimes he had to fly in from all over the country for his appointments with Mistress Carnation. " Dr.Walden Pincus's Five Steps to Successful Romance and Finance." Groupie chicks were all over Walden after his speeches, and Carni could imagine how being locked in chastity might get him excited, and painfully, especially if some girl was rubbing her boobs on his narrow chest, and whispering in his ear that she was free to drop by his motel room that night...since he was such a hot shit speaker. But Carni had shaken her head, and reminded him that they'd signed a contract, and didn't he want to see her bare breasts in ninety days? And, tears coursing down his face, Walden had allowed her to put him back in chastity. Week after week he'd shown up for additional teases and torture, and been locked up and sent home, and of course it had been hellish for him. Carni had made things a little tougher, taking down her panties (while keeping her top on) and making Walden lick her to many, many orgasms before being sent home. And now he'd shown up, her Wallie...three months denied, and today was his masturbation day, and he was pissing her off, by not taking his pants down! What kind of shit was that? Carni got up and walked over to Walden, and slapped his face, hard. "What the fuck's going on here? Why aren't you taking your pants down?" Carni reached down and unbuckled Walden's belt, and unzipped his pants. "Jeez, Walden, I'd think that today of all days you'd be obedient...since it's your jerk off and see my tits day, right?" Carni led Walden, shuffling with his trousers around his ankles, to the bed. She sat down and pulled him over her knee, pulling down the panties she made him wear to his sessions. Walden shook his head dizzily. "Is that this week? I thought it was next week, Miss Carni." Carni laughed. She lifted the thick wooden paddle and slammed it hard against his pink buttocks. "Well now, it may be next YEAR, with the attitude you're having." WHACK! The paddle landed again, and then she slammed it yet again, crisply. Walden bit his lip. He always had a difficult time taking the paddle. Usually it was thirty with the paddle, and then fifty with the strop and about ten to fifteen with the cane. How could he forget that today was his orgasm date? He'd been suffering for three months! After Carni had hit Walden about eight times, he began his usual blubbering, and finally was tossed on his knees to rub his red and singed behind. Carni then ordered Walden to disrobe completely, and she cuffed his hands behind his back, and his ankles, and proceeded to do her efficient business with the strop and cane. Finally, Carni rolled Walden over, and unlocked the chastity tube, and put it in the dishwasher, and then bathed his quite stinky cock and balls, before beginning to gently stroke his poor penis. "I just can't believe you forgot." Carni mused as she tickled his growing cock head, making the glans swell in ultimate frustration. "Maybe getting a squirt isn't that important to you, hey Walden?" Carni began jerking his cock faster and faster, to the point Walden was raising his hips to meet her thrusts...but then she pulled her hand away quickly. "I am so offended, Walden that you would misbehave on this day." Carni said, pretending to be very huffy. "I am shocked, actually. I may keep you locked up for some time." "No, oh no, please Mistress Carnation, it's just that I've been so busy, and I thought it was next week, and I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, I just am a bit afraid of being whipped." Walden was shaking in terror. To be locked up again for a YEAR. Carni shook her head decisively. "I think your cock needs a bit of physical punishment. I know you don't like cbt, but there' s just no hope." Carni reached over to the other side of the bed, and picked up her long straightened coat hanger, that was fashioned with a bit of electrical tape on one end to use as a handle. She'd just had Congressman Jerome O'Bramwellon (R-Connecticut), in earlier, and had given him a lively whipping with the coat hanger...it was quite a little party. she'd given poor Jerome a lot of shit about his antics on C-Span, and now she could use the hanger again...to torture yet another idiotic but powerful white male. Carni tapped the hanger on her hand. "You can use your safe word if you like, Wallie, but I might either let you see my boobs today OR let you cum, you can't do both...but you have to take your punishment first." Wallie, looking wary, nodded. Carni massaged his penis a bit with her purple nails, and then pulled her right hand away and whacked him with the left, the one holding the straightened coat hanger. She actually hit him much more lightly than she'd ever done to O'Bramwellon, but Walden burst into tears anyway. It was a bit too much, apparently. "Don't be a crying little bitch, Walden" Carni scolded. "Your father was right about whipping you and putting nail polish on you to make you more of a man, but you probably needed a lobotomy." Walden's lip was trembling and his eyes were filled with tears. "I-I'm so sorry, Mistress Carnation, but that hurt so much...the steel of the-oh, God." "Well, I only let big masculine boys see my bare titties, and to prove you are one, you'd better be able to take five more shots to your dick without a lot of tiresome whining." Carni said, and from the look on poor Walden's face, she knew he'd just been expecting the one swat. Carni tried to keep from giggling as she saw his horror. Lifting the coat hanger, she swung it, but not low enough to connect, and son of a bitch if Walden didn't pee himself! "Now that pisses me off!" Carni said, enraged. She reached behind her and picked up a sharp dart from a bar dart-board and threw it right into Walden's nipple, and he screamed again. Then Carni swung the coat hanger down, HARD, and gave Walden what for with the straightened coat hanger. Before he could react, she hit him two more times, and then two more as he screamed and cried. "Because I have to do my laundry now, you fucking wimpy bedwetting asshole, I am going to lock you back up, and NOT let you see my breasts this week." Carni locked Walden back up in the chastity tube. "You are such a baby, you should go to a hardware store and get some pliers and take this thing off and never see me again. Now get the fuck out before I rape you with my monster dildo. You are such a faggy little bitch." The following week was absolute torture for Walden. He couldn't rub or put calamine lotion on his damaged, aching dick, and of course it became super-hard whenever he thought of what Mistress Carnation had put him through. And he was stimulated by everything—the Wrigley twins on the TV commercials, when he bantered with his secretary...and of course all the lecture groupies. Walden had had quite a sex life before he'd begun with Carni...should he take the chastity tube off? But it hadn't been as fulfilling. Having a gorgeous blonde 20 year old airhead suck you off somehow was not nearly as exciting as wondering what cruel Carnation had planned. It was a mystery to Walden...but all his girlfriends, all his dalliances, his two ex-wives, none of them had ever excited him like this girl, who at most had a seventh grade education in everything except teasing and administering pain! And poor Walden had trouble going to sleep at night haunted by the bare breasts he'd not seen, and he took lots of cold showers, and counted the days until he could see Carni again. He'd called her for a second appointment that week, but she'd refused him, telling him to show up on Tuesday...but to send his fee electronically ahead of time. Why was that? Well, Walden found out. When he came into Carni's apartment the following week, he was greeted by a large black man named Styles. "Who am I, motherfucker? Who you think I is, you white supremacist shit? Carnation tole me what a fuckin' bitch you is, an' I'm doing the session this week, Strip and get on yo' knees." Walden's mouth and asshole were raped that afternoon, and truly, he wouldn't have paid for such um, domination, had he not sent the money ahead of time. Styles unlocked Walden and washed his penis briskly, and then locked him up again...and Styles was much rougher with the paddle and cane than either Walden, Sr. or Carnation herself had ever been, and Walden was glad to get out of there. The next Tuesday Walden showed up yet again, really worried that Styles might be doing a return engagement, but his beloved Carnation was there, and she kissed Walden tenderly. "I'm sorry, did Styles give you a few boo-boos? I was just trying to emphasize how hurt I was by your poor discipline, Wallie..." This week, Mistress Carnation whipped Walden, and then bound him and caned his cock, which he took with gritted teeth. When she finally told him that she'd be ready to bare her breasts, though, Walden handed her a little box, which contained a huge diamond engagement ring. "I'd rather wait until our wedding night if you'll have me, Mistress Carnation. I don't really deserve to see your beautiful breasts until then, and to tell the truth, I shouldn't cum until then either...will you marry me?" Carnation smiled. Wally really was a cute little guy...and well heeled, really. But she believed in long engagements. Eighteen months later, Walden was allowed to masturbate on his wedding night, while watching Styles suck Carni's boobs. Walden then licked Styles's balls and held them in his mouth while the huge Negro fucked Carnation, Walden's now wife...but such things are what love is made for, right?