This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 22
Hangover
I awoke the next morning, in a strange bed, in a strange room. I had a
blinding headache. It was so bad it was agony just to open my eyes. The
room was lit from a small window up near the ceiling, but with my eyes so
sensitive it felt like the sun was shining directly in my eyes.
I rolled over to try and hide my eyes just as my stomach decided to rebel and
without any warning I was spewing all over the place. I was covered in my own,
really foul smelling vomit. It was hot and slimy and the smell so bad it made
me start gagging and spewing more.
I tried to get up off the bed to get away from it, but couldn't maintain my
balance and fell to the floor. As I fell I put my hand out to try and protect
myself, by my balance mechanism was so out of whack I didn't know which way was
up and which was down. As luck would have it, I shot my arm and hand up
instead of down and I hit the floor with a thud, landing on my opposite
shoulder.
Now as well as a blinding headache and a stomach that wouldn't stop, my fucking
shoulder was on fire. I guess I must have cried out when I fell, because a door
opened and I heard feet running towards me.
"Easy, Harold, easy." I heard Pete's voice say.
"Take it easy man, your ok. It is just the effects of all that beer, last
night. Come on I'll get you into the shower. That will make you feel a lot
better." he said, helping me up and then supporting me as he walked me into a
bathroom.
He got me under a shower and turned on the cold water. I gave a shout of
protest, but he insisted I stay under the cold water. The water was fucking
freezing. Soon my whole body felt like it had been in a deep freeze. I
started to beg him to turn on the hot water, but he refused.
The cold water kept pounding down on my throbbing head. Each little spray
felt like a hammer banging and tapping away to beat the band. But eventually I
got so damned cold that all I could feel was the bloody cold.
"Come on Pete, let me out please, man I am freezing." I begged.
"How's the head?" he asked.
"It's eased up and feels much better, but I am really cold, Pete. Please turn
on the hot water." I begged again.
I guess he must have felt sorry for me because he finally relented and let me
turn on the hot water.
"Stay under the shower until I return. It will make you feel better, believe
me. I am going to get something that will settle your stomach and help ease
the headache. Pat convinced Charlie that Dinky was not a good idea this
morning, so there is no rush to do anything except feel better." he said.
"Ok, I'll stay right here until you come back." I promised.
Hell I wasn't going anywhere anyway. I don't think I could have managed it on
my own. As good as it felt, just standing under the shower was taking all my
concentration and remaining strength.
Pete was only gone for about five or ten minutes. When he returned he helped
me out of the shower and used a big fluffy towel to dry me down, while I held
onto a wall to keep myself steady.
He then helped me back into the other room and over to the bed. To my utter
amazement there was not a trace of the mess I had made here only a short while
ago. It looked like the entire bed had been replaced by a new one.
Pete had me sit on the edge of the bed, then handed me a glass with a cloudy
looking liquid in it.
"Now Harold, that is the worst, most foul tasting stuff you will ever, and I
mean ever, have to put in your mouth, but within five minutes of it hitting your
stomach, you will feel great. All the rotten feelings you have will disappear.
So just put it to your lips and chugalug it. Don't let it sit in your mouth
or you will be very sorry you did. The foul taste will be your punishment."
he said, giving a little giggle.
I felt so rotten I figured I could handle anything that would make me feel
better. Besides, I didn't think there was anything in this world that would
ever taste as bad as those dirty feet I was forced to clean with my tongue a
week or so ago.
I brought the glass to my lips and started chugalugging. I didn't have to stop
to get the foul taste. Those dirty feet were the sweetest nectar on this earth
compared to the foulness that invaded my mouth. I wanted to spew it out, but
didn't dare.
How could anything that tastes so foul be good for you. Anyway I wasted no
time drinking the shit. After that first taste I just made a couple of big
gulps and it was gone. Well the stuff in the glass was gone, but the taste in
my mouth was still there.
"Oh gawd, Pete, give me something to get this horrible taste out of my mouth." I
said.
"Sorry Harold, you can not have anything for at least fifteen minutes. We want
that stuff to start working so you will just have to live with the taste for the
moment." he said apologetically.
He had me lay back and said he would return shortly with a simple breakfast that
would help. It would also get the taste out of my mouth.
Well, with no option available I lay there trying to think of anything but that
foul taste, didn't work though. Isn't it amazing how slowly time will pass by
when you want it to fly. That fifteen minutes seemed more like two hours.
The moment Pete walked back in the room I sat up expectantly. I really wanted
something to get rid of that taste.
There was another young lad following behind him, carrying a tray. They walked
right over to me. Pete grabbed a large glass of what looked like orange juice
off the tray and handed it to me right away.
"Drink the orange juice Harold and the taste will go." he said.
I didn't have to be told twice. The moment the orange juice hit my mouth it
killed the bad taste. I took my time with the juice, swishing it around and
gargling. Pete thought it was funny and laughed, after I swallowed the juice I
laughed as well. It was then I realized that the hangover was gone as well and
I felt great.
"Hey that stuff is a miracle cure." I said.
"Yeah, if it weren't for the fact that it tastes so bad, Charlie could make
millions from it. A market test was conducted and the testers tried it once
and swore they would rather have the hangover then put that stuff in their
mouths ever again." he laughed.
"I don't blame them." I replied.
"The lab is still trying to find a way to at least give it a milder taste,
however as soon as they put anything in that makes it taste better, a chemical
reaction takes place that renders the stuff useless. They have been working on
it for ten years and still have not found a solution."
"Well, maybe there isn't one." I said. "You know what they say. If it tastes
good it is no good for you."
We both laughed at that. The breakfast consisted of toast, jam, hot oatmeal,
and coffee. Now that the foul tasting stuff had cured my ills, the breakfast
was welcome and it didn't take me long to get it down.
The young lad that had carried the tray in had left but returned just as I was
finishing the last of the coffee. He had my cloths with him and laid them out
neatly on the bed next to me. I put down the empty coffee mug and began getting
dressed, it didn't take long and thankfully I was going to get to wear the
leather pants again today.
"Well now that you are all dressed and are feeling better let's get on with some
relaxation therapy. How would you like a nice blowjob?" he asked with a smile.
"Would love one, as long as I can reciprocate." I answered eagerly.
"Well maybe, lets see how well you do getting the blowjob first, then we'll
decide whether you get to reciprocate or not. Come on." he said heading for
the door.
Oh, oh. This is not what I thought it was. I thought he was propositioning
me. Obviously there was something else up.
We were in the good part of the complex, only a couple of doors down from my own
room. Pete headed straight back to the run down, dreary section with me hot on
his tail.
Back in the old section he went straight to the cell room. He opened the door
and went right in, I followed close behind. The room had not changed at all,
except instead of me, the kid was locked in the cage.
The moment we walked in he jumped off the cot and was down on his knees in the
rest position. The poor little bugger was sure learning his lessons, that's
for sure.
Oh no, I thought, I don't want to be involved with violating the kid. Shit
this stuff just wasn't right. Taking a young kid like this, training him as a
sex slave and then selling him to an Arab was fucking wrong. Just plain
fucking wrong.
However there was one thing I knew for a certainty. Nothing was going to stop
Charlie from having the kid trained and then shipping him to the Middle East.
Now I could either cooperate with Charlie and live relatively pain free life or
I could go against him again and live in agony.
I am sorry to admit that I am a coward, I opted to cooperate. As much as I
hated the very idea, I would do what I had to do to protect myself from more
agony. I was sure that whatever was about to happen would end up causing me
more than a few sleepless nights.
"On your feet, Fuckup, but keep your eyes down on the floor." Pete ordered.
"Yes, Sir." the kid answered back sharply, as he climbed quickly to his feet.
"What is only reason for your existence, Fuckup?" Pete yelled out.
"To serve my Master in anyway that pleases my Master, Sir." he answered back.
"What are you main duties?" Pete yelled again.
"To suck cock and provide pussy service, Sir." he answered.
"Do you like to suck cock?" Pete yelled.
"Yes Sir. This slave loves to suck cock, Sir."
Pete went over, unlocked and opened the cage door.
"Go to the centre of the room and go into the rest position." Pete ordered.
The kid quickly went to the centre of the room and adopted the position.
"Your Master is here, what do you smell slave?" Pete yelled.
"I smell the wonderful aroma of the Master's cock, Sir." he answered.
"Well sniff your way to the Master's cock, but stay on your knees and keep your
eyes down." Pete ordered.
The poor kid started making his way as quickly as he could towards Pete. Just
as be began to get close, Pete would move away and the kid would change
direction. Pete kept this game up for quite a while.
So far he had stayed away from me. I watched fascinated, but at the same time
hating the way Pete was making the kid grovel. Suddenly Pete made a bee line
straight for me. He indicated I was to stand perfectly still as he passed by
me. He went behind and stood about three feet away.
The kid would have to practically touch me as he went by to get to Pete. I
almost jumped back from the surprise when the kid veered, just as he got to me,
and came up and pushed his face into my crotch.
"Don't just stand there like a fucking dork, do your fucking job slave." Pete
yelled.
The kids hands came up real quick unzipped my fly, placed his hand in, pushed
the pouch aside and withdrew my now almost fully erect cock.
He started licking the head right away and his warm little tongue felt
unbelievably good. I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.
"That's it, faggot bitch, lick that cock. No more pussy for you bitch, your
now a faggot, you only get to eat cock and asspussy from now on." Pete teased.
The kid by now had the whole head of my dick in his hot mouth and was swirling
his tongue all around. Whoever had been teaching him to suck cock had done a
pretty good job.
"Did you suck the Master's balls, faggot?" Pete yelled at him.
"Get that fucking faggot mouth around the Master's balls, make sure you lick all
the man sweat off. Little faggots like you don't have man sweat. The only
way you get man sweat is to lick it off of a Master." Pete continued to torment
him.
The kid pulled his mouth off my cock and licked all around my balls and then
took each one in a sucked gently, swirling his hot tongue around giving me the
most wonderful sensations.
I was really breathing hard now and was even finding it difficult to just stand
here. I would enjoy this a whole lot better if I were laying down on the
floor. But Pete hadn't given me permission to do that, so I just stood as
steady as I could.
The kid now had my cock down his hot, young throat and was furiously face
fucking himself. I looked down at the oh so innocent looking face. It was
hard to believe he was 18, he didn't look much more than 15 or 16.
I was willing to bet that right about now he was wishing he had never pissed off
those cops. He would probably regret that until the day he died. Well it was
too late now, he had made his bed, he was going to have to lay in it.
He had become really good in a very short period of time. I felt my balls
lifting and knew I was about to blow my hot load down his young throat.
"Oh yeah." I yelled out.
"Oh yeah, suck that cock, kid. Suck that cock." and I started to shoot my load.
He never lost a drop and never let go the rhythm until my balls were dry. He
then did a clean up, placed my nuts and dick carefully back behind the pouch.
Then zipped up my trousers and went to the rest position.
"Ok Fuckup, you got it right this time." Pete said.
"We will feed you. Now go back to your cage and lay down of the floor. You
are not to use the cot again until given permission, now go." Pete ordered.
The kid jumped up and headed back to the cage. Once inside he lay down on the
floor and curled up in the fetal position. Pete motioned to me and we left the
room.
"Thanks Harold, that was exactly what I needed for you to do. I know you don't
like this shit, but we really have no choice. But the bad things are only just
starting for the poor kid. His new owner has demanded that he be castrated
before shipment. We will be sending him to Dieter tomorrow. He has much
better medical facilities then we do.
The castration has to be performed according to ancient customs. A mullah or
holy man or whatever they call them will perform the castration." he said,
shaking his head.
"The kids nuts have to be dried and are then sealed in a little earthenware jar
that he will wear around his neck for the rest of his life."
Was that a tear in Pete's eye? I couldn't believe it. He got such a kick out
of hurting people I would have thought he would really enjoy this.
"I wish Charlie hadn't sold the kid to those bastards, I have taken a real
liking to him. Well nothing I can do about it, I am only a slave myself." he
said sadly.
I just stood there stunned for a few moments. A whole lot of serious shit had
just happened and I was trying to sort it all out in my mind.
"Go to the bar Harold, coffee time." he said.
"I have to go back in and feed the kid. He gets the same thing you used to
get. Dried kibble and water." he said as he turned and reentered the room.
I just stood there for a few moments lost in thought. The poor little bugger,
first he looses his freedom, then he gets sold to an Arab, now they want to take
his balls. Shit there is no justice in this world.
Finally I headed for the bar. For the first time, Charlie wasn't there. I was
almost in shock, this had never happened before. The whole place seemed empty
without Charlie.
The table was empty. I walked over, unsure whether I should sit down or just
stand there and wait for Pete. The question was answered for me as Harry came
out carrying a mug of coffee.
"Thanks Harry." I said. "Where is everyone?"
There was no sign of Pat and Larry and only a few of the regulars spread around
at the tables where they normally sat.
"Don't know Harold, just happy they is away. Ain't no pain when they ain't
here." he said.
"Ya, I know what ya mean." I answered.
He turned and headed back to the kitchen. I sipped at my coffee and thought
about the poor kid. Well he really wasn't a kid, he was almost as old as I, but
he looked so damned young.
It wasn't long before Pete showed up. He came in a sat down. Harry brought
him a coffee almost before he was seated.
"Thanks Harry." he said.
That was the first time I had ever heard Pete thank Harry or even be civil to
him. Things sure were different when Charlie wasn't around. We talked about
the kids training and about what still had to be done. The castration was
going to put a big delay on things. It may be a month or more before the kid
would be ready for shipping.
I was about halfway through my coffee when the outside door opened and Charlie,
Pat and Larry walked in and over to the table.
"Coffee, Harry." Charlie called out as he sat down.
"What a fucking morning." he said.
"Good morning Harold, how are you feeling?" he asked sympathetically.
"Much better now, Sir." I answered.
"Well ya did me right proud last night Harold, I won the whole fucking pot, $1,
650.00. I chose nine. Would you believe most of these assholes thought you
were a wimp, other than Killer with 8, not another one of them had the balls to
bet hirer than 5. I just about killed myself laughing while I watched Pat
taking the bets. But you surprised even me, you got 12 down before you
crashed, but I don't think you were with us while you drank them." he laughed.
"In any case Harold, you did me proud again. Half of that money has been
deposited in your retirement account." Charlie said with a big smile.
"Thank you, Sir." I managed.
Half, you should have given me the whole fucking thing, prick, I thought to
myself. After all I am the one that had to suffer for it. Oh well, I guess I
should be happy he gave me any. I couldn't believe it, I drank a dozen mugs of
that rotten beer, no wonder I was sick this morning. Hell it is surprising
anyone can handle more than one of the damned things.
"How did it go with the kid, Pete?" Charlie asked, turning from me.
"He passed the test this morning with flying colours, Sir. Harold did a good
job as well. He didn't much like the idea of getting it on with the kid, but
he obeyed my instructions completely, Sir." Pete answered.
"Good boy, Harold. I knew you would work out." Charlie said, patting my on the
shoulder.
"Ah....Sir.... may I say something Sir?" Pete asked.
"It's about the kid, isn't it?" Charlie stated.
"Yes, Sir, it is." Pete replied.
"Ok Pete, I can see you really have to get this off your chest. Let it go
boy." Charlie said in that fatherly tone he used sometimes.
"Sir, I think it is wrong to have that boy castrated. I don't give a damn what
the Arabs do with their own, but I think it is wrong to let them castrate a
Canadian Boy. He is a good boy, Sir. He is a fast learner and is doing
great. I think you could have done much better for him then the fucking Arabs,
Sir." Pete said vehemently.
"How do the rest of you feel?" Charlie asked.
"I agree with Pete." Larry said.
"No matter how you cut it, it is wrong to cut off a young boys balls. We may
have taken a straight boy and made him into a bitch, but he is still all male.
You go cutting off his balls and you take away his masculinity, and I don't
think any Master should have that right, Sir."
Charlie said nothing, but now turned to Pat.
"I am afraid I agree with both Pete and Larry, Sir." Pat said.
"I think it is wrong to castrate the boy just for a whim. If he had done
something seriously wrong that called for that type of punishment, then I could
go along with it. But in this case, no. It is wrong."
Charlie then turned to me. I was totally dumfounded. He was asking me for
my opinion. Me a nobody, that couldn't even sit at this table without his
permission.
I guess I hesitated too long because he spoke:
"Well Harold, you heard what my three most trusted people think, what is your
opinion?" Charlie asked calmly.
"Ah, well Sir, I too think it is very wrong to do such a thing to a young boy.
Amputating any part of his body goes way beyond the limits of civility. You
making a man a slave against his will is one thing, but when you start cutting
up his body to suit your own purposes, you loose the right to call yourself
human." I surprised myself by saying even that much.
Charlie sat back in his chair and didn't say anything for a while. He would
lift his coffee cup and take a few sips. It was plain he was wrestling with a
problem. The rest of us just sat quietly and sipped our coffee as well, waiting
for Charlie's reaction to our unanimity. Eventually it came.
"I think you are very right, Harold." he said.
"But Harold, we do it already. That is what happens at the parts farm. We
kidnap healthy young men and ship them there. Parts are taken as needed to
fill a trade in human body parts. You are right, we, myself and the other
Master's involved in this trade are lower than animals, we have lost the right
to call ourselves human. But Harold, that's the way it is boy, so get used to
it." he said, looking me in the eye.
He then turned to the other three.
"You heard what I just told Harold. We have been doing this for years and all
three of you have been involved in preparing those bodies for shipment to the
farm. I am now wondering, what is so special about this boy that you are all
fired up worried about him getting his balls snapped off?" Charlie said,
softly.
"There is more here than meets the eye, boys, so 'fess up, what is going on?"
"The cops lied to you Charlie. This kid never did any of the fucking things
they said he did. One of them was pissed off because they rousted him and a
couple of other kids that they thought were up to no good. They quickly found
out that the kids hadn't been doing anything wrong, but decided to give them a
hard time anyway." Pete said.
"They forced two of the kids to suck cock and take it up the ass." Larry
continued.
"This kid refused and fought them the whole way. As I said, the cops got
pissed off and decided that if he would not cooperate they were going to fix it
so his whole life would be fucked from now on. That is what they told him
Charlie, that they would pay him back for not cooperating, then brought him to
you. They fucking lied to you Charlie. They are supposed to be your friends
and they lied to you. If they want to fuck kids, that's fine, but they have no
damned right to come here and lie to you."
"You know Charlie that we can get the truth out of anyone." Pete said. "It
didn't take much to get him telling us what really happened. Pat went out and
talked to the other two boys involved and they back up the kids story. I don't
think we should send him to the fucking Arab. He is smart, he learns fast, and
would make a good slave to a good Master. I know we can not let him go home,
but I think you should chuck the deal with that fucking Arab. This kid did not
do the things the cops said. He deserves a better deal"
Charlie sat back again. He sipped his coffee in silence. I could almost hear
the wheels clicking in his head.
"The cops lied to me, huh?" he said absently.
"Yes, Sir." Pat answered.
"Mother fuckers." he said vehemently, the fire was in his eyes.
He went back to silence for a bit longer. He sucked back the last of the coffee
from his mug.
"Harry." he yelled. "More coffee."
He looked at all four of us in succession. But still said nothing. Harry came
over with the pot and refilled everyone's mugs. As Harry headed back to the
kitchen, Charlie's face suddenly lit up and he seemed to relax.
"Pat, call Dieter. I want officer Wajoski and Franks picked up. They go to the
parts farm but first they get three weeks of intensive punishment. They are
also to be fully informed of what is going to be done to them and why. Let the
word out onto the street that they lied to me and have now been punished. That
is all that will be needed to scare shit out of the entire force. They are
already scared shitless of me anyway. But they better get the fucking message
they don't fool with us."
He then turned to me.
"Harold, you don't want the kid to loose his nuts, right?" he said.
"That is correct, Sir." I answered.
"Ok, here's the deal. I will cancel the contract with the Arab as of right
this moment, however it all depends on you. Are you willing to do anything to
save the kids nuts? I mean anything at all?" he asked me in that fatherly
voice.
He had me by the nuts now and knew it. The key words here were, "anything at
all." Was I willing to do anything at all. Shit I couldn't go through
anymore pain, I just couldn't. Oh Charlie please don't put this back on my
shoulders.
"Sir, I like the kid and I would like to help him, but Sir I just can not
handle any more severe physical pain. I just can't." tears had started to
flow down my cheeks, I was feeling so fucking selfish.
"Sir, I would be willing to do anything as long as it doesn't involve severe
physical pain. I know it sounds selfish but I can not help myself, Sir."
tears were really flowing now.
"Stop your crying and relax. You are much too sensitive, Harold. What I will
ask of you does not involve even mild physical pain to your body. I know you
have suffered recently, but you deserved it and needed it. Now I am going to
restate the question, Harold, would you be willing to do anything, that does not
involve physical pain to your body, to save the kid's nuts?"
I thought for only a moment and then answered:
"Yes Sir, I will, Sir."
"Ok, Harold. The Arabs contract is cancelled. You take over the kid's
training effective this very moment." he said with a little smile.
I was completely taken aback. Take over the kid's training. Fuck I couldn't
hurt the kid. What the fuck have I done.
Charlie must have seen the effect the shock had on me. His smile just got much
bigger. He lifted his cup took a sip and had that self satisfied look, the
look of a man that has just pulled off the big one.
I swallowed hard and said the only thing I could, I didn't want that poor kid to
loose his nuts.
"Yes, Sir."
"Pete and Larry will help you of course, I know you have no training in this
area. They will help, but the training is your sole responsibility. To make
it easier for you and to enusre your authority with the kid as his Master, Pete
and Larry will remove my marks from your ass and pubs. I like the Eagle, so it
stays. In fact I am going to have everyone of my slaves marked with the eagle,
so you won't be centred, it will be normal."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I answered.
"I will brief you every morning before breakfast on exactly what you will do
with the kid each day. Every evening before dinner you will brief me on his
progress." he instructed.
"Yes Sir." I answered.
"There is something else. We have that parade coming up. I want the dogs
there just as I mentioned the other day. You are going to have to start
training the kid on being a dog right away. Remember will be have a couple of
practices in the evenings this week so get at it right away."
"Yes Sir." I answered.
"You will not be required to do the four hours a day of doggie duty until
further notice. If you fail to carry out your duties and train this boy as
instructed, I will personally cut his fucking nuts off with a pair of scissors,
stuff them in your mouth and make you eat them, is that clear?" he said,
looking deep into my eyes.
"Yes, Sir. Very clear, Sir." I answered a bit shaken.
"Good. Now does that make you all happy?" he asked looking around the table.
Everyone had a big smile and they all thanked him. It was easy for them, they
weren't going to have to do something they absolutely did not want to do.
As I continued to drink my coffee, I only half listened to the conversation
going on at the table. I was thinking of the kid. Would he ever understand, or
know that what I was doing to him was to save his nuts? Probably not, the kid
would probably hate me for the rest of his life.
The other thing I was thinking about was Charlie's Marks. They had told me
they could never be removed, but Pete and Larry were going to remove them.
When if ever do they tell the truth around here?
Once we were finished coffee Pete and Larry led the way to the punishment room.
They had me strip and lay down on the table. Pete wheeled the cart with the
laser over while Larry got the other stuff they needed.
My asscheeks and pubs had been shaved yesterday so I was hairless. Larry
wiped me down with the disinfectant. Pete put the same type of pad that had
been used to burn the SLAVE word on over my pubic area. He pushed the button
and the whirring sound filled the room.
When the whirring stopped Pete removed the pad. I looked down and the SLAVE
word was gone. I felt real happy about that.
I then rolled over and the antiseptic was applied to my rear end. The pad
placed, the whirring and it was all over. I got up and got dressed.
"There ya go Harold, make you feel better?" Pete asked with a smile.
"Oh yeah, Pete. I really hated those. I like the Eagle and I think I am glad
Charlie left it there. He said he was going to have all the slaves done, did he
mean you, Larry and Pat as well?" I asked.
"Possibly." Pete answered.
"However, I think he may ask us if we want it done first. If he asks me I will
say yes. I like that eagle too." he answered.
"Just wondered." I said.
"Well, Harold. Your slave is lying on a cold floor, naked. He is probably
scared to death about now. I think maybe you should get the days training
started." Pete said.
Train my slave!!!!
Oh how I hated the sound of those words.
To be continued.
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