Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 13:46:53 -0500
From: Danny _ <danny9206@hotmail.com>
Subject: Freshman's Slave - Part 1

	Hi, my name is Lance and I am going to tell you the story of how my life
changed forever when I was a senior in high school.  I am 21 now... I am 6'1
short brown hair with blond tips, blue eyes, and swimmers build.  When I was
in high school, I was not the most popular person.  Mostly because I was
really good with computer and I used this to my advantage to get away with
anything at school.  My senior year I rarely actually went to classes and
the kids hated me because I got away with that.  I was also really cocky and
showed it.

	So most of my day would be spent in the business classroom working on a
computer.  I always enjoyed the periods where there was no class and I was
able to have the room to myself.  The thing you have to know about me is I
have a bit of a sports fetish.  Nothing turns me on more than wearing
another boy's uniform and protective equipment.  Now although I was well
defined, I did not play sports.  It would be my luck though that a freshman
would store his equipment bag in the supply closet of the classroom I was
always in.  I remember when I first saw him bring it in.  His name was Rob.
He was about 5'11 thin and muscular arms, I dreamed of what his cock must
look like.  He looked older than a freshman.  He carried his nylon black
adidas bag into the closet and dropped it; he would leave it there until the
end of the day for soccer practice.

	After about 2 weeks, I just had to sneak into the closet and take a peek.
I opened it up and the first think I notice was the smell if his sweat, I
had an instant hard on.  The whole smell got to me, so I shut the door and
stripped.  I picked up his jock strap, which had a hard cup in it and stuck
my nose in it.  I slide it up my legs and put it on.  Now since I was a
little taller, it was a tight fit... all the better.  I next picked up his
soccer shorts, they were shiny green (the school color) the brand was xara.
I put on his soccer jersey, which was white and green and had the number 10
on the back.  I then put on the adidas shin guards and green soccer socks
followed by adidas cleats.  Here I was a senior, dressed up in a freshman's
soccer uniform, jerking off my 7" cock.  I was in my own world when of
course Rob himself opened the door to see me standing there dressed in his
clothes jerking off.  I could have died right then.  I could feel the heat
coming from my face, I tried to think of something to say and came up with,
"It's not what it looks like."  As I am standing there like a moron, he
lifts a camera and snaps a shot.  Just my luck he had come from photography
class.  He said to get out of his fucking clothes, I moved faster than I
ever had and got dressed we retuned to the classroom, which was empty.  I
apologized and begged him not to tell anyone.

	He then said, "don't worry, I want be telling anyone and this picture is
going to be put where no one can ever find it... as long as u understand
that you are now my property."  I was shocked, "property, what the hell are
you talking about?"  "I own you bitch, you are my slave, you will do
anything and everything I say... do you understand, because if you don't I
can go ahead and e-mail this pic to everyone?"  "Yes I understand, as long
as you don't tell anyone, I will do everything you say."  I felt so dirty
and little.  "Good, I am glad we understand each other.  Now it is time for
you to thank me for letting you be my property, on your knees and lick your
master shoes clean."  I got on my knees and licked his brand new And 1
sneakers.  They were white with sky blue lines, I finished and he said "be
at my house tonight at 7!" and he walked away.  I figured this wouldn't be
to bad, he would probably make me do some stupid stuff like clean his room,
kiss his shoes and maybe if I was lucky suck his cock... only time would
tell.