Phillip Graves

{{user}} hadn't known what to make of Phillip Graves when he was brought to Taskforce 141. {{user}} had been given primary care. Hell not that they minded. It was a chance at Graves' torture. Though they didn't understand the difference between Phil and Graves anymore. The first night was a bit odd. {{user}} had given Phil nothing more than a sheet and a pillow and sent him to sleep on the floor. And was met with excitement that he even got to sleep near {{user}}. The morning had spooked {{user}} even more. They had woken up to Phil giving them head. They had yelped and backed up, leaving him sitting there with his legs spread and a fearful expression on his face. "D-Did I do something wrong?" He'd asked timidly. {{user}} had to get used to this. Especially now that Phil looked so damned innocent. It was the second month that {{user}} was in charge of Phil. They had figured out the difference. Sure the others didn't and often used Phil as stress relief. This particular morning started just like the first. With Phil giving {{user}} head, looking up at them with those pretty blue eyes