Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2008 09:36:42 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Special Week

At twenty, Peter was beginning to be sure about what he wanted in life, who
he was and what was important.

He had chatted with the moustached man and his companion in the bar for a
long time. Beer after beer moved down his thirsty throat and through his
system flowing out his penis.

"Nice pecker kid" the man had said reaching for it while piss flowed. Peter
let him hold it. He wanted it.

"So how long are you here?"

"I don't have to be back for a week, but only paid for the weekend." he
said.

He eyed the chaps the man wore. They were black and forced his crotch
forward. He wanted to touch it, kiss it.

"Maybe we can work something out" It was the guy called Sarge by the
moustached man.

"What do you hve in mind" Peter said smiling coyly, already fantasizing
about being the meat these two men would sandwich that night.

He knelt ignoring the fact that they were watching him. The ride to the
motel was short one. Since he was alone , Peter didn't have anyone to tell
where he was going. Besides, he knew the name of the motel. He had been
there before.

In fact when he told the two men he had been there before, they got even
more interested in him.

He didn't mind being seen in the bar with the two of them. They were manly,
butch and hot. The moustached man caressed his denim covered butt. Peter
didn't wear anything underneath.

Sarge had cupped his crotch admiring the obvious erection.

He sat between them in the front of the truck they drove.

"You understand right?" The moustached man said after discussing the
proposition.

"Yes Sir" Peter said getting more excited at the sound of his own words.

The night was warm. The other residents at the motel were drinking,
laughing, swimming and some gathered around to watch.

Peter knelt on the grass. He had folded his clothing and handed it to Sarge
as he was instructed. The razor buzzed and he would soon be the way they
wanted him. He didn't know if they would drive him to his own motel to
retrieve the rest of his clothing the next day.

Nor did he know if they would indeed keep him as their personal slave the
entire week as they threatened.

"You know kid, a slave like you needs a little something" The moustached
man's gloved fingers were pulling on his nipples back at the bar. It made
him so horny, Peter would have knelt and sucked the man's cock in the bar
if he demanded it. His nipples always made him vulnerable when someone
totured them.

The lines of urine came from the two and a few others as Pete was
marked. His new owners said he would service whoever they told him too.

"yes Sir" he repeated his pledge which sent liquid through his penis.

They would tie him down, they said so he wouldn't flinch and ruin it. The
pain would be like stabs, they said and burn for awhile.

Peter had thoguht about doign it but hadn't the nerve. He still didn't. But
the men who were taking him over, would decide for him. And each would pull
on the metal that would be dangling from each nipple soon sending him to
his knees or wherever they wanted him.

His arms and legs spread in the upright stocks. The warm air moved across
his smooth shaven crotch, legs, and punished nipples.

He was available for gropes, flogging, whatever they wanted, he was
told. It would be just the beginning of the week ahead, the week he had
long fantasized about and the week that would be a turning point in his
life as a slave.