The yard was full of fresh air of late Spring... the grass, pushing up through the paving at the foot of the wall, was green and full of will to live and grow. Light breeze was playing with the hair of the naked man, hanging on the tripod by the tied ankles... his wrists tied to the two of the three poles. His head was just few inches from the ground.
His cock, still held in the hand of the other man, wearing a leather apron and rubber waders, was dripping the last drops of sperm.
This was the last load released... all of them were preserved in a glass jar.
Now, the time has come for the first cut...
