The rubbing against each other's bodies. What message was he sending me anyway? My winter ended with a sour note. I returned home to New York the even...ng they took the winner to dinner. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be in the same vicinity as he was without feeling stupid by the way he made me feel. He belittled me. Turning on the computer, I decided to vent at some random chat room. Of course, the room was not so random when I purposely selected the chat room for 'N Sync. It was late. Brought up by my parents to be more intellectual than emotional, I often had to soak in my feelings to really work out how I felt. Not confident to make a snap judgment and get it right. Standing there under those playful little jets bouncing off my soapy body, I felt a strange feeling of self-awareness.As if all the explicit events and memories of the last few months were magically merging with things I’d maybe not thought about in years. Or maybe never thought about. Things about Jill and me. Fortunately it was clean and I stuck my tongue out and started licking his ass hole. My stomach was twisting and turning at first, but it slowly settled down while my face was buried in his ass.My tongue slowly worked its way into this mans ass, then I flicked it up and down and back and forth while working it in and out. He seemed to like this. "You have done this more than once fagot," he said. It seemed like a half hour but was probably only ten minutes before he told me to service to his. He attached it to the collar Gary is making me wear and smiled. He said, "That looks better."He led me around the room by the leash for a minute. He seems to be finding my plight more and more amusing.He ordered me to lie across a large, heavy, threadbare old hassock he pushed into the middle of the room. While I obeyed he left the room. He returned a moment later with a piece of old clothesline.I didn't like the look in his eyes. I quietly pleaded, "Please, Mr. Gates. Let's just do this and.