Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2009 23:50:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jim Cooke <jsub49@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 7, Stopped by for a drink

Stopped off for a drink Chapter 7

A tale of bondage and discovery

slave jim was spreadeagled awaiting the restart of round two...the crowd
was excited and the break went a little longer so that the waitresses could
take and delivery more orders.  One of the guards was standing beside jim
and had his arm around his restrained body, grasping jim's helpless cock
and balls with his right hand and playing with is ass cheek on the left
side.  The guard managed to get jim's cock erect almost immediately causing
many of the patrons to laugh and point at him.  From his position jim was
visible all over the bar, and of course, he could see all over the bar too.
He noticed that the construction worker and Erika the softball captain were
in the corner talking.  This could not be good, it could only mean that
they were planning something.  There were three finalists, Erika, the
construction worker and the executive from jim's company.  One of them was
going to win the opportunity to discipline poor jim for jerking off this
morning. The crowd became hushed as the the strawboss moved to the
microphone.

"The owner just called me and has decided that following the discipline
session tonight, there will be a midnight slave auction!  The midnight sale
will be for three slaves and the sale will be outright.  The highest bidder
will own the slave outright.  Afterwards there will be a public slave
contract signing before the slaves are bonded to their new Master or
Mistress.  The surprise is that slave jim, being disciplined tonight, will
the the third slave on the block.  Because he is a raw slave, there will be
a special public slave branding following the discipline session. The owner
will now buy a round of drinks for everyone before round two of the
competition begins.  Enjoy!"

slave jim was shattered.  There was no hope now, he was to be branded as a
slave, disciplined, then sold to the highest bidder. His hopes of being
saved from this fate were dashed.  He tried to pull at his bonds and he
effort only served to tire him more.  The guard at his side laughed and
commented: "you are doing to be an owned bitch by breakfast...hey...that
rhymes...maybe we will make you beg for that."  The guard then gave slave
jim's balls a vicious twist that caused him to cry out making the crowd go
wild with excitement.  The cat calls started then as the construction
worker stepped up to the barrier and reached for his first tennis ball.
The balls had been in the ice water for a couple of hours now and were both
wet and very cold. Winding up like a major league pitcher, the construction
worker fired his first ball at the helpless jim.  The tennis ball hit jim
square in the chest, not a five ring shot but close and it hit him hard.
Side bets started again as the guard again fondled jim's helpless cock and
balls causing it to regain its full on enlargement and heft. The worker
would up and fired another cold wet tennis ball at the helpless jim, only
23 feet away, half the distance from a pitchers mound to the home plate.
This time the ball hit his hip, glanced off and smacked jim in the wrist
adjacent to his exposed balls.  It was clear now that he would not win
since Erika had already more points than he did but he still had a ball
left and was determined to be sportsman like.  He wound up and fired the
third time, his aim was true and the wet cold tennis ball hit slave jim
square in his helplessly vulnerable balls!....a bullseye!

jim recoiled in pain screaming and causing the crowd to go wild.  The score
board was updated as Erika stepped up to the barrier more than ready to win
this contest.  The guard at jim's side rubbed his hand down jim's naked
flank.  In the corner a worker was starting a charcoal brasier.  jim
shuttered when he realized what it was for.  Erika stepped up to the
barrier.....