<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">It hardly seemed like he was giving much choice, and in the end it hardly mattered if it was now, or in the future. He didn't think he was overly ambitious is what he wanted out of life, but no, he wasn't broken, at least not in the way that most foreign slaves were. He would pray later that evening, when he had time alone for strength to get through this period in his life. Surely, it was some sort of test, and not just from the Captain himself. <br/>
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“You can let go of my hair,” Altair told him, looking up to him from where he'd been pressed to his knees. It was stated to sound like a request, but clearly it was something he didn't appreciate. “We're for more than pounding away until you're satisfied, and I'll show you that without you pulling me this way and that.” Preferably, Altair wanted him to just be still rather than an active participant. Some men, he found, didn't want to give up the control to let him so as he'd been taught, but that was their loss. <br/>
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Altair placed one hand carefully on the Captain's thigh, the other wrapping around his flaccid cock, with would no doubt grow to considerable size. He imagined he was probably lucky he was only asking to have his cock sucked. He didn't enjoy having sex with men that were unpredictable, especially someone of size. Perhaps if he dazzled him enough, the rest of him would be left alone. <br/>
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And so Altair lowered his head towards the man's cock, first brushing it across his lips before wrapping a wet mouth around the head, trying not think where this man had been. He didn't look up to make eye contact because he wanted to imagine he was sucking off someone else. He hoped the man kept his word about protection, though he expected no comfort.</span></span>