His longer than normal hair gave him an effeminateappearance by the way it hung to his bare shoulders but he was definately a weak male lost in slaver... to his Mistress.The tall Woman walked thru the tiny waves that kissed the shore while her Slave's feet were only cooled by the hardpack. The Man wore only shorts if you didn't count the dog collar around his neck that the leash was attached to.The tall Brunette in a bright yellow bikini tugged on her Slave's leash leading him to the small. With the exception that it had neither label nor identifyingmarks, it looked just the same as any other ordinary can of soda. Ididn't know what was so special about it. All I really knew was that Iwas supposed to open it in the presence of one of the three footballplayers whose names they'd given me. However, I certainly had no way ofknowing how doing something so strange would help me pay them back.Damn it all anyway. I should have never borrowed a fucking nickel fromthem to bet on the damn. "What are you doing?" she asked with an evil smile. She knew, I know she knew, but she wanted me to be embarrassed and tell her."You saw me, ok...now get out." I said. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. She started to walk towards me while taunting me with, "why won't you tell me?" She bent down at the side of the bed to pick up the magazine I had dropped in a panic when she came in."You're a dirty boy, aren't you? Looking at these naked bitches and touching yourself. I should. My Stepdad and another man were messing around. As I watched, my stepdad rolled to his side and slid down this other man so he could suck his cock. I was so hard, I reached for my cock to begin stroking. My jeans made it difficult, so I took them off there in the hallway. So, there I was, half naked, hard, stroking and watching my stepdad give someone head. I was still very new to all of this; it had only been a couple weeks since I let him know I was awake and very much into what he was doing.