College dude humiliates me
So some of you might know I swing both ways when it comes to being a dom or slave… well tonight something happened:
Had a long day. Cycled 50 miles. Up to Malibu and back. … I’m near a famous local college with a huge campus so I know there’s a lot of young guys up late studying and looking for a release. It’s like 1 am or so. I get a message pretty fast. Kid is 20 years old. 130 pounds. A fucking twink lightweight bitch and he’s looking for a slave. (the grindr profile I was using mentions doms and subs)
I just decide to go for it. No endless messages. I tell him I’m gonna be on the corner right up the street. He says wait there. His answers are very curt. I go and I wait. It’s cold. So I’m standing there looking at my phone and I hear “Is that you?” Without turning around I say “yes sir.”
Hoping this is the right guy. It was. He orders me to turn around. I do. He’s like I imagined. He’s 20 but looks 15. Glasses. Skinny. Way shorter than me. Younger than me and I can beat the shit out of this kid but I stand there and plan on obeying him. It’s so hot. He says “Follow me.”
Butch's Story
Butch frowned again, and waved the envelope. ‘The coach says that a lot of the trials will be tests of strength, agility and stamina, and that I’ve got to use the holiday to build all that up. He thinks I’ve got a best chance as a linebacker, so weight-training alone is out, because I mustn’t bulk up so much that I lose speed – he talks a lot about bodyweight exercises – he also talks about exercising through pain – linebackers not being the heaviest in the squad, they have to tough it out and keep running, even when they’re hurting.’ I grinned at him.
‘OK, Butch, sounds as though you’d better get goin’!’ ‘Yeah….’ His voice tailed off, and then he looked at me with a sheepish grin. ‘You don’t fancy helping me out, do you?’ I hesitated, not quite sure what would be needed, but Butch obviously interpreted my hesitation as reluctance. His face took on an anxious pleading. ‘Aw, Scotts-ster – please!’
