“It's very kind of you, really, to give us this opportunity,” continued Bob. “However, we won't keep you any longer in suspense. Let's start with you, Davenport!”

He leisurely knelt and proceeded to loosen Davenport's clothing, while Lawrence frowned with vexation. He could do absolutely nothing, however, and had to submit with the best grace he could, while Bob, who was determined to make a thorough job of his undertaking, pulled his captor's trousers down to his knees and turned up his shirt, exposing his flaccid prick.

Davenport went a deep red to the roots of his hair, as we all gathered to have a look at him. He was not a particularly well made fellow, being rather thin in proportion to his height, and his limbs were loose-jointed and angular. His cock was long and slender with a disproportionately oblong and misshaped head, and his balls, which were fairly large, hung flabbily beneath.

“There you are, you chaps,” said Bob, glancing at Elgar and the others, “You had better have a good look now that you have the chance.” Bob tweaked Davenport's cock forward and the later cried out.

They pressed forward, doing their best to hide their amused faces and adding greatly to Davenport's chagrin. Williams boldly took hold of his cock in order to examine it better, and pressed the skin back sharply, causing the owner to utter a sharp ejaculation.

“Stop it, Williams! Or you'll be sorry!” he shouted.

“It's all right Davenport; don't get excited,” exclaimed Bob. “You'll forgive Williams afterwards, I know. Besides, it is only tit for tat.”

When the others had satisfied their curiosity, Bob begged them to clear away.

“What are you going to do now?” asked Davenport, with some misgiving.

“Not much,” replied Bob, “I'm only just going to decorate you a little.”