I called into work, took the day off, and went to the local booths, spending time at various glory holes within but it wasn't doing it for me.I texted...a few hookups in the area and while they gladly came by and got themselves off it wasn't doing it either. I kept feeling that itch that couldn't be scratched and it was starting to annoy me.As evening rolled around I found myself in front of my computer on Craigslist, browsing through the Casual Encounters section. Nothing really jumped out at me. ”She pursed her lips for a moment. “Hmm... What about sixty?”I shook my head. “Sorry, that’s barely more than I paid for it. Honestly, I don’t know that I’d take the hundred. I really need to get home.”She reached out and grabbed my arm. “Wait.” Her voice then quieted, and she asked, “What about sixty and I’ll show you my boobs?”That caught me off-guard. “Are you serious?” I asked.She gave me a one-shoulder shrug. “Sure. You were staring at them, so I assume you like them.” She. I stop laughing to start choking on the water that went down my throat. Several minutes later I’m settled down and calm.A fourth male voice says, in a commanding tone, “Who are you?” I tell him my legal name. He continues, “The author of ‘Living Ethically’ and ‘Hire the Right Investigator’?” I acknowledge my claims to limited fame. He asks, “Why does the ID you’re carrying say Jack Campbell of Australia, born in Glasgow, Scotland?”I’m very calm when I reply, “It’s a cover identity set up by my. “You haven’t even come close to earning my tool, slut slave, and on top of that, you stink! Didn’t anyone tell you to bathe every now and then?”i knew enough not to answer. i just stood there, the scent of his dried piss filling the air around me, some of it still wetting my diaper and little boy underwear. My hands were up behind my head, and i was glancing downward toward my feet.Cock-Master got out of bed, grabbed a leather strap and attached it both of the restraints on my legs. There was.