Looking back i could see a pattern in mytraining. The initial shaving sessions had served to humiliate me and make meaware of just what a useless piec... of slave shit i was in the scheme of things.In stripping away my hair he had stripped away my ego, taken away my formeridentity and then by degrees increasingly dehumanised me so that my responseswere no longer rational but simply the primed responses of a trained animal. Therewas a kind of happiness in it as I did not have to worry about. You wanted to lend me to your boss for the night. I could feel the blood draining from my face. How could you possibly mean it? Surely you were kidding? But you weren’t…you had already made the arrangement. We arrived at your boss’s office together. My anger at you was obvious – my resentment at being pimped out by my own lover. But I knew that I had to do something, I had to help. Your boss was sitting on his leather chair, leaning back, relaxed when we entered the room. His office was. One recent occasion was at the ball park. What is more American than a ball park especially Yankee Stadium? Yes Yankees Stadium in New York City. You see I wanted to flash on that big screen in center field for everyone in the ball park to see. And if I were really lucky I would be seen on national live TV. Sadly that never worked out as I had planned. I was sitting in the nosebleed section out near the flagpole. Cheap tickets for a reason, too far from the field and the cameras.During the. Suddenly, his stiffened tongue thrust deep inside me. Ah! It was over my withstanding limits. My insides burnt, as his lips sucked me, pulling and tugging naughtily. My whole body ached with a sweet pain, with newfound pleasure, and i cried out yet again, begging him to stop. And i hoped and wished he would not. I loved him that way, i needed him inside him, over me, behind me, and all around; biting, caressing, kissing and making love to me.He released me finally and came up again. “you know.