An old-fashioned Bunsen burner was heating an old tin pan of water. The placard on the table described the gold rush of the 1840's and how these devic...s played their modest roles in feeding the miners. But, there was another, darker reason for the display of these simple, mundane utensils."You've already triggered this insidious device," the proprietor was explaining, "so let me demonstrate what happens when it reaches body temperature."He placed it into the pan of warm water and stood back,. "And I will take good care of you," Mr. Bradford continued. "I will be your Daddydom and treat you like my princess. I will give you love, tenderness, understanding. I will buy you nice things. I will take you to nice places. You will be my babygirl." Oh," I said. "That sounds so nice." Do you want to give it a shot?" Mr. Bradford asked."I can fuck anyone else that I want?" I looked at him smiling."Yes, because you are a slut and need to fuck anyone you want," he said. "I would never ask you. Heeven took off the ankle bracelet and placed it carefully in the back ofhis sock drawer. Jeff emailed him again, but Bobby didn't respond. Hemanaged to get all the way to Friday without masturbating while thinkingof Jeff, Jeri or Gina. He focused on the cute girls in his class. ButFriday was different. He wanted to dress again, and he wanted to wraphis arms around Jeff. That morning in the shower that is what he thoughtabout as he took care of his morning wood.Bobby put the ankle bracelet back. They were not of just any man they were of him. His face shone up perfectly in the pictures, illuminated by the light from the camera he was holding. The expressions on his face, at that moment, of sheer delight had been captured for all time and for all to see.The emotions that overtook his body were like nothing he had ever felt before. A mixture of anger and rage, pity and sorrow, ebbed and flowed through every follicle of his skin. The realisation of what this implied if it got out would.