Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2018 20:57:41 +0000
From: subservient bottom <olderbottom4u@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lawyer Owns Me -- Part 5

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Sunday morning

Simon and I are still in bed when Mike comes through the front door.  Mike
and his friend Rich have spent the night with two women they met at a
restaurant Friday night, took to the beach Saturday and fucked Saturday
night.

Simon is a mentally-challenged cousin of one of them, who lives with them
and disrupts their social life. Last night I served as Simon's baby sitter
so Mike and Rich could fuck the women at their place. Baby sitter is a
euphamism for being Simon's fuck toy. Dirty and disgusting, Simon had his
way with me all night, fucking me and getting blown. As per Mike's orders.

Now he is here to take Simon home. "You come too, Faggot," he
says. "There's some work to do over there, we made a bit of mess. Wear
those shorts with the elastic band, no undies, to give Simon easy access if
he wants to fuck you again."

We drive back to the girls'place. Simon and I are in the back seat, he is
kissing me and fondling me and I am trying to do just enough to hold Simon
off, yet convince Mike I am cooperating.

"Oh, I love Faggot," Simon says, as we pull up to their place. We walk in
together, Simon holding my hand. "We had such a good time," he says. "Can I
do it again?"

"Of course you can," Mike says. "Faggot would like that. Wouldn't you,
Faggot?"

"Yes, Sir"

Simon suddenly decides he is tired and says he is going to bed for
awhile. "Goodbye, Faggot," he says, and gives me one last disgusting kiss
on the lips.

The girls are sitting in the living room, watching TV. It is a mess with
beer cans, booze bottles and empty potato chip bags. Laura, the girl who
was Mike's "date", looks a little embarrassed and starts picking things up.

"Don't trouble yourself, Laura," Mike says. "Faggot will clean this up,
after he makes us breakfast and before he does the laundry."

So that's what Mike has in mind for me this fine Sunday morning.  I go into
the kitchen to start fixing breakfast and Rich is at the kitchen table
reading a tabloid newspaper. I see that it is the "Weekly Gay Times" a
paper that is handed out near the beach where the four of them were
yesterday.

As I work, something catches Rich's eye. "Say, what is the Alma Street
Festival? It's on today. Is it something we might like?"

"God, No," Rachel, the other girl yells from the living room. "It is a gay
sex fair for perverts, almost all black. They rope off three streets, pay
off the cops and do all sorts of disgusting things. I have a couple of gay
friends and they have told me about it. They aren't prudes but they will
never go to it again. It is too far out even for them."

That seems to satisfy Rich, who turns the page and does a double take at
what he sees. He obviously turns the page back to the street fair ad, and
then to the second page. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Hey Mike, come in here and take a look at this."

As Mike is walking over to him, Rich says, "Remember what Rachel said about
the Alma Street Festival? Look at this." He points to the second page and
then points to me.

Mike grins. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I sure am," says Rich.

"Wow," says Mike. "That would be so fucking great. You are pure evil."

I finish cooking them breakfast, clean up the living room while they eat
and return to the kitchen to tidy it up. I hear the four of them talking
softly and giggling.

"Don't look at the table, Faggot," Mike says. "Keep your eyes on the sink."

I hear a page being ripped out of the paper. "Here, we can glue it to some
cardboard board so it will be sturdy," Laura says. "We can attach the chain
to both sides so it will be like a necklace."

She looks at me and starts laughing. "Boy, I wish I could be there to
watch."

"Come on," Faggot," Mike says. "You can finish the laundry another
time. Right now Rich and I are going to the ball game and we are going to
drop you off on the way."

We go to the car, Rich is carrying the cardboard with the newspaper page
pasted onto it. But he won't let me see it. When we head out and Mike
doesn't get on the freeway but heads toward the Jefferson District I am
afraid I know where they are going. Alma Street is this way.

When we are about three blocks from Alma Street the traffic gets bumper to
bumper. We inch along and stop at a light. The car next to us contains
three black men in their late 20s.

"Perfect," says Mike. "Rich, hand Faggot the sign. Put it around your neck
Faggot, and hold it so those guys in the car next to us can see it. Don't
you look at it, though."

I do that, with the sign on my chest, still not aware what it says. Mike
honks the horn to catch the attention of the occupants of the car next
door. One of them sees me, takes a long look at what I'm holding up. He
immediately calls it to the attention of his fellow passengers. They all
take a good look at it and one of them rolls down the window.

"Hey man, are all you guys punks?"

Mike rolls down his window. "No, just the Faggot here," he says jerking his
thumb in my direction. "We are going to drop him off and then go to the
ball game."

"Wow man, that's cool," he said. "We will be at Booth 1. We can meet you
there. And it would be great if he kept that sign on."

"Sure thing," Mike says.

After a few minutes we pull up to Booth 1, which is just outside the fair
boundries. And despite its label it isn't a booth at all, but a store
specializing in sex toys, particularly S/M ones.

"Ok Faggot,' Mike says as he pulls up. "You can look at it now."

I can't believe what I am seeing. Against an alternating background of
black, red and yellow stripes the following is clearly visible:

"Whatever member of the inferior white race displays this sign, offers
itself to perform unlimited sexual favors for ANY member of the SUPERIOR
BLACK RACE".

Aside from the content of the poster itself, ominous enough under any
circumstances but especially frightening considering where I was, the
pronoun "itself" was terrifying. So for as long as I wore the sign, I was
to consider myself an "it", not human.

 Mike grabs the sign from me and puts it around my neck again. There it
was, on my chest visible for all. "Put your hands behind your back," Mike
says.

When I comply, Mike produces his handcuffs and secures my hands behind my
back at my waist. "Now you won't take it off. Go kneel down in front of the
store," he says, indicating "Booth 1", and wait for your new friends. We
will be watching from across the street. And when you kneel, keep your eyes
down. Don't raise them until somebody tells you that you can."

I was kneeling in front of the store, an obvious captive of some sort, with
an invitation to be used and abused across my chest.

I see two pair of large feet stand near me, but I can't look up to see who
they belonged to.

"Man, you come around here with that sign, you is going to get fucked a
lot," I hear him say. "Is that what you want?"

Without looking up I say, "That is what my master wants, so that is what I
will do."

He hit me across the face with an open palm. "You look at me when you talk
to me, boy."

"I am sorry, Sir, I was told to keep my eyes down unless given permission
to lift them."

"You can look at this," he says as he grabs his dick through his pants and
rubs it. "I have got to meet somebody now, but if I see you later, you are
going to get it up that white ass of yours. Hear me, boy?"

"Yes, sir"

Those two leave and then three more sets of feet approach me. "Well, here
he is," one of them says. "All gift wrapped for us."

Just then I hear Mike's voice and hear him crossing the street. "Hey guys,"
he says. "Here is the faggot at your service. My friend and I are going to
the ball game. It's noon now, why don't we meet back here at 5:30? Until
then he is all yours. Do with him as you will. He won't give you any
trouble. If you have any questions here is my cell number.

"And this store gives me an idea. Here's a credit card with his name on
it. You can buy some toys to use to play with him today. His treat. (Mike
loads the card with $1,000 every month, my allowance. Not that I have time
to spend it anyway).  Just give them to me when I pick him up. I might have
some use for them.

"Oh, and here is the key to the handcuffs. Don't lose it, it's the only one
I've got."

Mike gives me a pat on the head. "You be a good fag, and do what these nice
men want. You know what happens if I find out you don't."

As Mike wanders off one of the men says, "Stand up fruit and let's have a
good look at you."

I struggle to my feet, it is hard with my hands shackled behind me. The
three of them take turns walking around me, pinching and poking me.

"Let's have a look at his package," one of them says and then rips down my
shorts, which immediately fall to my ankles, leaving me naked from the
waist down.

Mike has removed the chastity belt, so my dick is hanging there, exposed.

"What a little worthless excuse for a pecker," one of them says, then gives
my cock a slap. "Don't matter though, it ain't going to be used much
today."

Another has put a finger in my ass. "Bend over boy and give me a better
look," he says. "This looks mighty good for fucking."

By now there is someting of a crowd on the sidewalk, all of them black and
most men. They were whistling and giving catcalls. "Man I wish I had seen
that white dude first," one said. "He would be riding my dick right now."

"He is going to be around all day," one of my new captors said. "And we
might even take him to Booth 12."

That announcement is met with cheers from the sidewalk audience.

"Can I ask what Booth 12 is?" I say, as respectfully as I can.

"You'll find out," one of them says. He then yanks up my shorts, grabs my
manacled elbow and pulls me into the store.

"Come on, let's see what we can find for you."

The four of us go into the store, which is lined with all variety of sexual
paraphenalia. Most of it is for use in kinky acts.

Just inside the door we stop. My lead captor (I will call him Number One
from now on) reaches up and grabs one of the blindfolds on display. "Stand
still," he says as he puts it over my eyes and ties it tightly around my
head.

"Can you see anything?" he asks.

"No," I answer truthfully. My eyesight is totally cut off.

He swats me on the ass hard. "I want the truth. Can you see anything?"

"I really can't."

"Good. Now we can check things out."

Two of my new "friends" get on either side of me and guide me down the
aisle. Then we stop. I hear something taken off the shelf. "We've got to
make sure you don't run away. Let's try this on. Raise your head as if you
were looking at the ceiling."

I do so and I feel a metal collar clamped onto my neck, which is totally
enclosed. Then I hear number one attach a leash to it. I feel a pull and
start moving forward.

"Come on, Faggot," he says. "That is your name isn't it? Faggot."

I start to answer when he slaps me across the face. "You answer me right
away when I ask you a question. That is your name, right?

"Yes, sir, my name is Faggot."

"Glad we've got that straight. You know, I don't like the look of that
collar. He can't put his head down. It should be bowed in the presence of
his betters."

"Here," a voice that I will call Number Two says. "We can try this one."

My stiff full neck collar is removed, and replaced by a thinner, leather
one, much like a dog collar. It just big enough to pull over my head. Then
it is tightened around my neck.

"What do you all think?" I hear Number One ask.

A whole bunch of voices respond.

"Looks great."

"It was made for him."

"It makes him look like the dog that he is."

And so on. I then realize that I am not there for the amusement of just the
three "friends." We have drawn quite an audience.

"Well let's see what else we can find," Number One says as he gives the
leash a tug and leads me into another aisle. We go down a few feet and he
stops.

"Wow, check this out," he says. "It is really something. Let's try it
on. Take his shorts off."

Suddenly my shorts are down around my ankles and someone is pulling
them. "Step out of them. Now," somebody says, who then slides them away.

Now I feel something slide up my legs one at a time. Then it is being
fitted at my waist. Mike has had me in a chastity belt most of our time
together, so I recognize the feel of a cage being place over my cock. But
this time I feel something from the back, too.

"Lean forward, Faggot, and hold still."

I feel metal coming around my hips and something exploring my crack.

"Almost got it," number one says. "There."

I feel a butt plug go into my ass and the cage fasten on the right side. It
locks into place, encircling my midsection.

"There," Number One says. "A cock cage and butt plug in one piece. What
will they think of next?"

I feel a tug on the leash and we start walking again. It is a little harder
for me with the new contraption circling my waist and a plug in my ass.

"That is cool and all," I hear a voice say. "But now nobody can fuck him
with that plug in."

"You're right," Number One says. "We will save this one for later."

As he is taking the plug/cage off, I hear someone say, "Hey man, the plug
is dirty. I'll get a towel to wipe it off."

"No need for that," Number One says. "He got it dirty, he is the one who
should clean it."

Just then the stinking butt plug, undoubtedly covered with my shit, is
being held under my nose.

"Lick it, Faggot. Lick it clean." I start licking it, getting the filth on
my tongue and in my mouth. As I get one side clean he turns the plug to
give me access to more.

"Show some enthusiasm, Faggot," he says.

I start licking harder. And hear from the spectators.

"Man, look at that fag go."

"He really does like his own shit."

Number One finally says, "Open your mouth."

As I do, he pushes the plug in and almost down my throat. "Suck the rest
off, Faggot."

After a minute or so he pulls it out. "Look guys all clean, and we didn't
have to waste a paper towel. But now we need to put something around that
little dick of his."

"Try this," Number Two says.

"Perfect," says Number One as he snaps a cock cage/chastity belt into
place. The ones Mike makes me wear have a little room, my cock can move
around some. This one is really small and tight and my little member is
almost crushed against my body."

"Does that hurt, Faggot?"

"Yes it does."

"Good. Let's keep moving."

We come to another aisle go down a few feet and stop. Number One tries a
few nipple clamps on me. They really hurt, but fortunately, none of them
stays on for long.

"I don't like these. We can probably find better ones in the fair."

He keeps moving, tugging me along and then stops. "But hey, since he can't
see he might as well not talk. Open your mouth."

When I do, I feel a ball gag go in and get secured around my head.

"I don't know maybe I like this one better." He takes the first one off and
puts another one on.

"Hmm," he says and repeats the process until he finds one he likes. This
one is jammed way into my mouth and tied around my head so tight I can
hardly breathe. Doesn't matter to them and I am led around the store.

"Hey what's this?" I hear someone ask from a distance.

"That's a leg spreader," Number One says. "It's used to help fucking."

"I've never seen one, how does it work?"

"I'll show you. Somebody take the Faggot over to that counter and have him
lean his chest against it. Now bring that thing here."

I am leaning against an empty counter my head practically on the glass. I
feel Number One doing something with my feet.

"See you attach it to one ankle like this. Then take the other side..spread
your legs, Faggot.. and attach it to his other ankle. Now we will slide his
legs back a little."

I have my nose practially resting on the glass countertop, my legs spread
about three feet apart and locked into place and my ass totally exposed.

"See, it's a great angle for fucking, the ass is positioned just right. And
he can't close his legs even an inch. The spreader holds them in place."

"I would like to show everyone how well it works," I hear an strangely
familiar voice say.

I sense that he is walking towards me. From what I hear from the crowd he
has his dick out and it must be quite a piece.

"Man, look at the size of that."

"That's gotta be ten inches and it isn't completely hard."

"It's gonna hurt."

Considering this was a room of well-endowed studs it must have been
something. In a few seconds I feel it probing my ass.

"Here," Number One says. "Let's put a little lube on it."

I feel his finger lube the dickhead and my ass.  Then the huge member
thrusts and is in me. "I'm the guy you saw out front. I told you I'd catch
up with you."

He starts pumping away, getting deeper with each move. This goes on for
maybe a minute or two.

"All right, that's enough for now," Number One says. "You can finish
later."

I straighten up and felt a vicous yank on the chain. "Let's see, where do
we go next."

Then I heard a voice from the other end of the store. "Hey guys, bring that
pussy boy here. I've got something I want to show you."

"Let's go, Faggot," Number One said, pulling me along.

When we stopped I heard the man who had summoned us and was obviously the
store proprieter say, "I started carrying these about two weeks ago, but
nobody has tried them on yet. I thought maybe he might."

"Sure thing," Number One says.

I hear the store owner come out from beind the counter. He is at my feet
and I hear a box opening.

"Lift your right foot," he says, and slips something over it.

"Now the left one," and he repeats the process. The pulls something up my
legs that feels like a jock. He puts around my little cage.

"It's adjustable," he says. "It can be worn over a cock cage, like it is
now, or just over a naked dick, like a regular jock. But that's not the
main thing. Watch this."

Then I feel him push something, which feels like a button the side of the
jock. A second later I hear virtually everyone in the store erupting at
once.

"Wow, is that fucking great."

"Look at that. It's the best."

Number One is laughing. "Here, Faggot," I'll let you have a look." He lifts
my blindfold and I look down. I am wearing a black jockstap that has tiny
lights afixed to it. They are going off in a random sequence, kind of a
mini fireworks show on top of my dick.

He puts my blindfold back on. "Ok, take the Faggot back there," he says. "I
need to talk to the man here."

I am guided back a few feet. "Stand there, don't move," Number Two says. I
hear the conversation between Number One and the store manager.

"This was all great fun and all, but now we need to do some serious
fucking," Number One says. "Not only do the three of us need to get it on
with him, but I think everybody in the store should get some action. That's
what he's here for.

"Do you have some place out back maybe, where we could do this?"

"Better than that," the store man says. "That room back there would be
perfect for what you want to do. I will let you use it at no charge for as
long as you want and even give you a discount on what you buy. The only
thing is I get to fuck him first."

"Man, you got a deal. No need for the discount, though. Faggot is paying."

All the while I have been standing there, being pawed. Guys have their
hands all over me. They have been rubbing my chest, squeezing nipples and
feeling my ass. Several of them put their fingers in my ass, move them
around, then stick them in my mouth.

"You like sucking what's in your ass, don't you. We saw you do it."

Then I feel a cock in my ass. One of them is starting to fuck me. Then I
hear Number One, coming back our way.

"Not now, no need to rush," he says. "Each one of you who wants it will get
a fuck or a blow job. I promise. We just have to go in the right
order. Come on."

He pulls me back towards the counter. I hear the store manager say, "Ok you
can take the handcuffs off, his gag out and the jock strap off. But we'll
leave the collar and the cock cage on. No reason he should enjoy this."

The handcuffs are removed and the jockstrap slid down.

"Step out of it, asshole," someone says. Then the manager grabs the leash
and pulls me toward the back room.

"Wally, why don't you watch the register and ring these gentleman up," the
manager says.

"I will Uncle Carl," the young man says. "But can I fuck him, too?"

I can sense the manager stopping.

"Would that be all right guys? He just turned 14 and he isn't a man
yet. Time he lost his cherry, don't you think."

"Absolutely," Number One says. "When you are finished, and take your time
there's no rush, the three of us are going to do him. Then it's everybody
else. He can lead off that group."

"Come on, bitch," the manager says and pulls me into the room.

"I am going to take your little billboard and hang it on the wall with your
leash. This way everyone is sure you are doing this willingly."

At that he chuckles and takes the sign off over my head. A few seconds
later he is pushing me across the room.

"Stop. You can't see it, but this is a fuck table. Now let's get you in
position."

He puts my left foot into a ring and snaps it shut. Then pulls my right
foot and spaces it out about three feet and secures it to the other side.

"Lean over on your stomach and put your arms out."

I do so, and he grabs my left arm away from my body and puts it in a clamp
on the top of the table. Then he does the same with my right. I am tied
down in what is essentially a figure X. My head is level with the floor
about waist high on the average male.

I sense something moving towards my face and I realize it is the manager's
bare ass. "Lick my ass, boy. Rim me," he says.

As he backs into me, I start licking his asshole. "That's it, stick your
tongue in there. Yeah, man, great."

After a few minutes he turns around. He starts hitting me in the face with
his dick which I can feel is long, thick and hard.

"Does the bitch boy want to suck this? Huh, do you want to suck it you
fucking pussy? Tell me."

I am afraid he is going to hit me with something besides his dick. "Yes, I
would like to suck your cock."

"Well, why didn't you say so? Open that pussy mouth."

He pushed his dick into my mouth, almost to my throat. "Suck on it. Work
it. Use your tongue. That's it."

He fucks my face for a good five minutes and then pulls out and walks away.

"I'm going to open the door so anybody who wants can watch me fuck you."

I hear him walk to the door, open it and yell out. "Hey we are done with
the warmups in here and I'm going to fuck him. You can watch if you want,
and his mouth is avaiable if anybody wants to feed him some cock while I
fuck him."

All is quiet for a minute, then I feel him behind me. First he puts a
finger in my ass, then two, finally four. "Man you are still tight. This is
going to feel real good."

Then he starts fucking me. As big as it is, his cock goes in smoothly. He
starts pumping away, pulling it so it is almost out, then ramming it all
the way in.

Meanwhile I sense others have entered the room. I hear Number One say,
"This is quite a set up. You're right it's perfect. And he is going to
taste my cock sooner or later. Might as well be now."

"Be my guest," says the store manager, who continues to plow away at my
ass.

Number One is now in front of me, with his giant size dick caressing my
lips. "Let's take this real slow. Kiss my cock and use your tongue on the
end of it."

As I was easing into a blow job of Number One, there was activity at the
other end. The manager was increasing the tempo. "I'm gonna CUMM!!" I felt
his load explode inside me. When he pulled out he was still spewing,
getting my back all covered in cum. There was applause from those who had
been watching. I felt him back away.

I heard Number Two ask Number One. "If you want to go around and fuck him,
I'll take over for you."

"No, I am really enjoying this. You can fuck him now."

Number Two didn't have to be told twice. He got behind me, gave my butt a
couple of dick slaps and then entered me and started pumping.

Then I heard the store manager, who was still in the room. "I've got to go
out and watch the store. You guys can do some different things in here if
you want. You can leave him here, which would be OK. Or there is a bench
over there with a leg spreader. That's lower and might work better for
smaller guys like my nephew. There are hooks attached to the wall near the
floor, which leave him bent over and his ass in the air. Whatever you
want."

"Thanks, man," Number One says. "This room is pretty cool. How often do you
use it?"

"I don't use it that often myself, but the owner rents it out. By the
hour. Again, don't be afraid to use some of the other equipment. All up to
you."

"I like this position just fine," Number Two says as he pounds away at me.

Talk about humiliating. There I was blindfolded, tied down, getting fucked
by one guy, blowing another and the two of them having a conversation with
the guy who just fucked me. All of them talking as if I wasn't there, just
part of the furniture.

Meanwhile I hear the murmured conversations of several other guys in the
room. All of them waiting their turn.

Number Two must have been beating off while he waited because he did not
last long. "Hoo Boy," he says, as he pumps two loads into me. "Damn, I
wanted to be in him longer. His ass feels so good."

"That's OK," Number One says. "We have him for a few more hours. I'm sure
there will be a chance for you to fuck him again. Speaking of fucking him,
my turn now."

He pulls his dick out of my mouth and comes around behind me. I am so well
lubricated by now that his thick, long dick slides into my ass smoothly. He
has quite a bit more stamina than Number Two and he keeps going. Meanwhile
Number Three, the youngest of the trio who have taken me, is in front of
me. I obviously can't see him, the blindfold is still secure, but I feel
his dick slapping my face. "Open up," Number Three Says. "Daddy's here for
his blow job."

I start sucking as best I can, and feel his dick getting harder and
harder. I am spit roasted like this for probably another ten minutes with a
cheering section.

"Yeah, fuck that cunt."

"Suck that dick, fuck that mouth."

They both cum at almost the exact same time. Exploding in my mouth and in
my ass.

"That was a great fuck," Number One says.

"Great blow job, too, but next time I'm giving it to him in the ass."

"The little man is up next, so let's move him to that bench," Number One
says.

I am unhooked from the fuck table, stood up and guided to the
bench. Somebody bends me over it and the leg spreader is attached.

"The fucking is going to start now, and it's going to last a while," Number
One says. "First up is Wally. He's 14 and never fucked anybody
before. Cheer him on, guys."

I am there for a few minutes and nothing happens. Then I hear, "Swat him
across the ass Wally, show him who's boss. A wussy white guy is no match
for a young black stud."

I feel a sharp slap across the ass, then another. "Take that, Faggot," I
hear in a voice that belongs to a 14-year-old.

"Hey Faggot," Number One says. "Pull those ass cheeks apart. That's it. See
that hole, Wally, go for it."

Wally might be small, but his dick isn't. It certainly is bigger than
mine. A good eight inches, and Wally puts it right inside me and starts
fucking like a pro.

"Go Wally go."

"Fuck that white fag."

Wally cums fairly quickly. "Man, that's great. Can't wait to do it again,"
he says.

"OK," I hear Number One say, "We will be back in an hour and a half. He's
yours now. This is an honor system, everybody gets a crack at him once. You
can move him to other places here, back to the fuck table, tied to the
wall. Whatever you want. After that, those who want a second chance can
have it.

"If you are done with him before we're back, his handcuffs, leash and sign
are on the wall, just cuff his hands behind his back, put that sign back
over his head take him outside the front of the store and leave him on the
sidewalk.

Then the guy who started to fuck me out front when we were trying the leg
spreader, gets into me. "Remember me, Fag?" he says as he lets my ass have
it. That is just beginning. I am not sure how long it lasted or how many
cocks I serviced. I almost constantly had almost one cock in me, usually
two, and I rimmed a lot of asses. I got moved to several different
positions. I know Wally did me three times, twice in the ass and once in
the mouth.

Now I find myself sitting on the sidewalk. As Number One reaquested I am I
handcuffed behind my back, blindfolded, but my leash is tied around a
parking meter.

In just a few minutes I hear a guy come near me. "Man, you is helpless." I
can feel him holding the sign and am sure he is reading it. "This true? You
fuck any black?" "Yes," I say.

"Well stand up, turn around and bend over." Again it's hard to stand with
my hands shackled but he just laughs. "Come on, you white fuck. Stand
up. That's it now bend over.  Nice that your ass is available."

I can hear some talking so several people are obviously watching. Then I
hear Number One, say, "Nice going, Faggot. I see you are being a good boy."

The guy finishes and Number One asks, "Anybody else?" Thank goodness for
small favors, nobody says anything.

"OK I am going to go inside, thank the establishment and pick up the stuff
Faggot bought for us. You guys stay with him, I'll just be a minute. Oh,
put on that little thing we got for him."

"OK Faggot, put your feet together, that's it." He lifts them up one at a
time and slides something up over my legs, over the cock cage and I feel it
around my waist. Then they put my electric light jockstrap back on and
start it twinkling.

"Oh, don't you look ravishing?" I hear Number One say. "We are going to
take a tour of the Fair now and I want you to see it all."

Number One takes off the blindfold. I now see what the latest idignity is
besides the lighted jock. I am wearing a tutu skirt with my hands cuffed
behind me. And of course, I was still wearing that sign on my chest.

"Come along," Number One says, giving my leash a tug. "There are lots of
things to do here."

That's what I was afraid of.

End of part 5

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