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  8. Where did you get (or give) your last load?

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    Talking to a sub online in Puerto Rico this morning got me horny to find a guy I could manipulate. I headed to the Jewel on Broadway in Boystown to find my mark. I tossed a couple of one-pound bags of almonds into my tote -- expensive almonds. I walked around the mostly quiet store until I found the right target. I saw him from behind: blond hair; 5-7 and lean; wearing a white and blue ringer-T with the number 7 on the back; jeans fitting perfectly and showcasing his ass. No wrinkles. Everything fit just right. Not a hair out of place. More promising were the white canvas shoes. They were old, but they were spotless. We were in the snack aisle. I came up beside the guy to glance at the front. College age, but with a sligtly receding hairline. Nice face with dark brown eyes and pouty lips.

    The key to this is the introduction -- taking charge from the beginning and never giving any ground, always taking. He had a backpack in the bottom shelf of his shopping cart -- the sissy, two-level shopping cart that should only be pushed by girls. I put the almonds into his cart. "Put those in your backpack and meet me outside when you are done shopping," I said. I had nothing to lose by trying. "What?," was the reply. "Into the backpack," I repeated. "I will be outside after you pay for your stuff." The kid looked at me with misty eyes that almost begged for me to take the almonds back and go away. "It will be okay, you can do it," I told him. "Are you sure?," he asked. "Yes. See you outside. And I will be checking your receipt." Then I walked away.

    Well, that had gone even better than I had planned. I must have picked the right target. I paid for my stuff and waited outside for about five minutes before the kid showed up with his backpack on his back and a small bag of groceries in one hand. "Let's go," I said. We walked away from the store toward my condo building. When we were out of the parking lot, I said "receipt." He handed me the receipt -- no almonds. "Almonds," I said. He stopped, took off the backpack, and retreived both bags of almonds. "Put them in your bag." He did. I began walking again, and the kid followed. After a couple of blocks, he asked where we were going. "Almost there," I said, and added, "be quiet." He practically wimpered a "Yes Sir."

    We finished the walk to my condo building and he followed me through the back lobby, into the main lobby and onto the elevator. "Ten," I said. He pushed the button. When we arrived on my floor, he followed me in silence. We went inside.

    I knew the kid had some perishables in his bag, and I took mercy on him. "Put your shit in the refrigerator and then get undressed and wait for me while I put my shit away," I told him. "Where?," he asked. "On the bed, Dickhead." Again he managed a "Yes Sir."

    After I put away my groceries, I headed to the bedroom. The kid had his clothes neatly folded on one side of the bed. He folded the shirt retail style. The kid was sitting on the edge of the bed with a half-boner that looked like it would grow to the 7 that he advertised on the back of his ringer-T. He looked good. He had some dark blond chest hair that made a perfect T across the the top of his pecs and down his sternum. Tiny nipples. Dark pubes -- trimmed, of course. I pushed his clothes off the bed onto the floor. Then I got undressed.

    "Blowjob." His pouty lips were on my cock in an instant. Felt good. He gave a great blowjob, and I almost shot down his throat but managed to hold back.

    "Turn around so I can fuck you." He stood up, turned around, and kneeled on the edge of the bed. "Show me." He leaned forward, exposing his hole. There was some even darker blond hair, but trimmed. Then he pulled his cheeks apart. I ate his hole -- couldn't resist. Then I put my cockhead against his compliant pucker and drove in. I fucked him for a few minutes before I couldn't hold back any longer. He got a good load. I pulled out. Nice and clean. No shit.

    "Can I fuck you?," he asked. Where did that come from? The kid was finally showing some spine. "No. Get out of here," I said.

    The kid got dressed, and retrieved his shit from the refrigerator.

    As I was showing him the door, the kid showed some more spine. "Can I text you?," he asked. I left him standing there while I went and got my phone. As I expected, he was standing right where I left him when I got back. I pulled up the messgenger app. "Number?" He gave me his number, and I typed it into a new message and hit send: "I'll text you when I need you again, Faggot." He left. Fifteen minutes later I got the reply: "Yes Sir."

    WOOF!! Wish I was that guy

  19. Training and selling slaves?

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    I agree with Raw Top on the $200... That seems not the amount for a real sale.

    Also with MexPigMaster on the weekend "slaves". Most of them do not even know what it really means to be a slave and to be owned. On the other side, a lot of "Masters" also don't know what it takes to own and protect...

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