 |
| My appointment book deal with how best to have harm done to these beauties! |
Between the time I arrived in Los Angeles and the day I married Jen in Hollywood, Florida, I used some money I had so far earned and purchased a storefront on the Pacific Coast Highway in Trancas, a section of Malibu situated about three miles west of my house. The purpose of this storefront was to open a teaching facility where young gay men can come and either enjoy themselves or teach young boys to learn how best to feel and/or bite male thighs and calves and lick male kneebacks. My office and training area was in the back of the storefront. The front office was where my gay secretary would welcome visitors and have them fill out their applications to the fullest before they would be escorted into the training area where they would find me shackled face down to an ornate table, dressed in such a way that my legs would be exposed from the top of my thighs to just below my calves and my kneebacks would be tightly stretched.
On a hot Monday morning during my second summer in Los Angeles, I awaited a single father who was bringing his two young sons into my business...he to bite my thighs and calves, his two sons to lick my kneebacks. My male secretary, attired in a short suit and dress knee socks, had the young man wait in the reception area while he helped me make ready for their appointment.
"Sasha, your morning appointment, David Tucker and his sons Michael and Daniel, have arrived", he said.
"Good. What's on their docket?"
"The man wants to bite your thighs and calves just hard enough to leave indelible teethmarks which you can display in public when you wear shorts. He wants his sons to learn how to properly lick kneebacks".
"Okay. Use the anchors and pull my body tight. My thigh and calf meat may be a bit difficult for the father to get a proper bite...but my kneebacks will be tight enough for his sons to enjoy licking them to their hearts' content".
Outside in the waiting room, the father was anxiously waiting to be ushered into the place that I called The Tasting Room. After waiting for fifteen minutes, my secretary came out.
"Mr. Kasdan is ready to receive you. If you and your sons would please follow me".
The young father took his sons' hands and followed my secretary. All the time he followed my secretary, the man kept glancing down at my secretary's kneebacks, licking his lips. But he came to this place to bite legmeat...my legmeat...and not taste my secretary's kneebacks. At the door to The Tasting Room, my secretary stopped, opened the door, turned and entreated him and his sons to enter. As the young father and his sons entered the darkened room, the door closed behind them.
The young man and his sons stood there in the darkness. Suddenly, an light from overhead illuminated my welcoming figure, resplendently attired in a white shorts suit with white dress below-the-calf socks and dress shoes.
 |
| How I met my "tasters". |
The overhead light went off. Soon, a second light came on, illuminating my real body, prostrate upon a table on which a hump under the front of my knees forced the back of my naked legs to be tight. I came into the light once again.
"Yes, Mr. Tucker...you were welcomed by a preprogrammed hologram of myself, dressed as I am upon this table", my hologram replied to ease Mr. Tucker's puzzlement. "Please...step forward and place your hands upon my meats so you can be assured that you will be biting real thighs and calves and your sons will be licking real kneebacks".
 |
| What Mr. Tucker and his sons would taste. |
"I told you, Mr. Tucker", my hologram said. "That which you shall be enjoying is my true body, ready to receive your teeth and the tongues of your sons. However, the kneebacks which your sons will be licking have no meat beneath the skin...only nerves, blood vessels and fat which lubricate the joints. Meat is solely beneath the skin of the thighs and calves. And do not worry about inflicting pain upon my meats. I have been duly sedated so you and your sons may enjoy biting and licking my meats for your entire visitation time. Do you have any questions before you take your first taste?"
"What if I can't get your meat inside my mouth?" Mr. Tucker asked.
"Open your mouth as wide as you can against my meats. As you begin to close it, my nerves should sense your teeth wanting to bite them and they will fold within your mouth. Then you may be free to bite my meats without any further problems", my hologram answered.
"Can my sons bite your kneebacks?"
"As I mentioned before...there is no meat under the skin of my kneebacks. The skin, however, will be tight enough for them to thoroughly lick them to their satisfaction".
"Where is the boundary between your kneebacks and the meat?"
As Mr. Tucker looked down at my meats, two dotted lines appeared at the edges of my kneebacks.
"These dotted lines shall stay on so your sons will know what are lickable kneebacks and what is meat which can be bitten", I answered.
"How hard may I bite your meat?"
"You may bite my meats as hard as you want...so long as you do not puncture the skin. My meats must remain undamaged so others may enjoy them", came my answer.
"What about teeth marks?"
"Teeth marks are acceptable. They shall be the stamps of honor that I would be proud to display in public. They shall show others that people love my meats enough to leave their teeth marks upon them. And now, if there are no further questions...bon appetit!"
 |
| Mr. Tucker's sons stuck out their tongues upon my handsome kneebacks! |
"These kneebacks taste great, Dad!" he said, joyfully. "And they smell nice and clean".
That said, Mr. Tucker opened his mouth and bit into my nearest thigh, biting down until he felt the meat crunch within his mouth, a sign that he was biting the meat as hard as he dared. He licked his lips as he smiled at his son.
"You're right!" he said. "This meat tastes delicious!"
Father and sons continued their enjoyment, the father biting my meats and the boys licking my kneebacks with fervor. They were enjoying themselves so much that they grew unaware of the passage of time...until my hologram reappeared dressed in black knee-length dress shorts, black dress knee socks and dress shoes.
"Your time is up, Mr. Tucker", I said, smiling. "Did you and your sons enjoy yourselves?"
"Immensely!" replied the highly satisfied father as his sons nodded.
"Good" Please tell your friends that if they should wish to taste my meats and lick my kneebacks, they can make an appointment by leaving a text message at 310-257-8311. An appointment shall be made and a text message shall be sent to them. Have a good day and please come again".
"Oh, we will!"
The hologram nodded and, before vanishing, opened the door, revealing my secretary. Mr. Tucker turned to look at him as he and his sons exited The Tasting Room.
"Will you be making yourself available for tasting?" he asked.
"Sorry, no. I just welcome the guests and give them a view of what they can look forward to from Mr. Kasdan".
"Shame".
"Why?"
"You have such delicious-looking meats..."
"And kneebacks!" his sons chimed, licking their lips.
"I shall speak with Mr. Kasdan and see what can be done about my being put on the menu!"
Mr. Tucker and his sons left the studio as the secretary locked the door and went into The Tasting Room. He approached my prone, still-sedated body and glanced at my meats and kneebacks. All the bites were deep and red.
"Boy, he really loved your meats, Sasha", he said. "These teeth marks are really deep".
He placed his hands upon my kneebacks, still wet with the saliva of Mr. Tucker's sons. He smiled and shook his head as he removed a towel from one of the drawers of the table and vigorously wiped my kneebacks as I started to regain consciousness. I turned and looked at my secretary, smiling groggily. By the look on his face, I could tell that David Tucker loved the taste of my thighs and calves and his sons loved licking my kneebacks.
 |
| I sincerely hope you loved this tale of how one man and his sons loved biting my meats and licking my kneebacks. If you should wish to do likewise, text me at 310-257-8311. Sorry...California residents only! |
|
| Who knows? These may be in your mouth someday! |
