Waiting to be the last one in the locker room, I knocked on his door. Seeing he was alone inside, I walked in and closed the door behind me. No words ...ere spoken, none were needed. He was sitting behind his desk and I walked over to him and he turned his chair to face me. Moving to my knees in front of him, I ran my hands up his big, inner thighs. I thought I would be more nervous, I thought my hands would tremble, but I felt comfortable in my role, comfortable and purposeful. Coach slid down. My ankles were shackled and a chain was linked from my wrists to the ankle chain. A steel collar was placed around my neck and another chain ran my back, linked to my wrists.I was led on a long walk down the road. People gathered to watch. They screamed and hooted.So primitive. So uncivilized, I thought. The few times we paused, I was given water to drink. The crowd remained orderly throughout. My collar was linked to the back of a pickup truck that drove slow enough that I could walk at a. The yard was large, cut out of a large undeveloped woodland. Large, too, was the house behind him, a four bedroom monstrosity way too spacious even before Dad had scooted off with his penis between his legs. He and Mom rattled around in it. She said the extra rooms had been for the expected large family, but that outcome seemed unlikely now. Certainly, she didn't seem like she was trying to go in that direction with a new man. Not with Grandma now living here.Movement.He sent his eyes over. ... This is a cock...got that?" Then he grabbed my hair aggressively. "Say COCK..... Say I love cock." I turned my head and said. "This is your cock.....I love your cock."With that he kissed me and guided my face to his underwear clad cock. I kissed, fondled and nuzzled before licking just the head, sticking out of his delicious underwear. I looked over long enough to see Chad, looking at us and Tim really sucking his cock. " Oh.... You wanna suck cock....Go ahead, suck my cock." Barry.