Of course, after the beating Hogg had given him, he might not be so interested. And even though he had the skin for it, Hogg pumped out his dick so much—eight, nine times a day—there was no way he could leave it long enough to raise a crop of cheese like Red’s. (I still wondered if Red’s dick had freckles on it like the rest of him. It had been so dark most of the time I was sucking him, I didn’t know.) Rufus wasn’t so bad in the cheese department, either. Red and Rufus had said they’d leash me up inside the scow cabin. I wondered how they’d feel when they finally noticed I was a nigger. (That’s all the two guys who’d got me off in the burned-out place on Federal Street had been interested in—calling me “nigger that” and “nigger this.” I kind of liked that part. One of them was black, too. But the rest of it hadn’t been fun at all. There was no rough stuff in it, both of them were cut, and they were all into talking ’bout how they really loved me and only sucked on me and wouldn’t let me suck them off or pee on me or fuck my ass or nothing. For three days, I mean, before I could get loose! It made me feel all dirty and helpless and really scared.) It might make Rufus raise an eyebrow, but I didn’t think it would bother Red. And though they’d probably been nice people, Mona and Harry wouldn’t be around now to guess what them guys were doing with me and get all twisted out of shape.