Still, I had this afternoon to look forward to! Jimmy had made his choice. The naked, golden-haired teen, knew he couldn’t begin to imagine all the things that would be done to him. If a boy showed up for the ceremony, he was choosing to be a slave. I didn’t even rule out setting him free, and not sending videos to his father. Jimmy had made his choice. The very thought depressed him. Seated at the table were the other six Building Bitches, all of them upperclassmen, wearing nothing but slave collars and running shorts. But he was also incredibly excited and horny. We decided, given the slave’s arrogance and racism, that having the ceremony conducted by the building’s Black residents was not only reasonable, but ideal. For college his father had doubled it. Would he choose to run, or to enslave himself? This would be the key moment. His tight little ass and sore nuts were slapped relentlessly. The two straight young black men who would not be fucking him, took this opportunity to render the little dick useless. Teenagers, am I right? But despite thinking of being degraded by nasty, sweaty old fat men, he was still hard, dripping, and excited. There was no getting out of that. They would talk to the specific Bitch’s handler/trainer who kept the schedule.
