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Country Boy, Zac with his fresh, young, natural look is sooo pretty but is also very masculine. His softly spoken attitude/nature complement his natural boyish good looks. He is into lots of different sports. He likes his own space and loves the outdoors. He was “very shy” and timid, when he took his pants off, as it was the first time he had ever done this sort of modeling before.
I got the call late Tuesday night. The voice on the line was deep and resonant. He introduced himself as Dale, a friend of Kevin's. If you had a chance to read my “Water Rat” series, you know all about Kevin. I had sworn him off like a bad habit, a lust far too dangerous to be sated. It was an amazing summer, and Kevin had used my aching body at least once a week for several warm, intense months. He got off humiliating me... tying me up, slapping me around, penetrating me in every way he could conjure. Hurting me a bit, but never so badly that I didn’t come crawling back for more. My last trip to his hidden cove was so severe that I promised myself I wouldn’t set foot on the damned island again.
“I hear wonderful things about you from our mutual friend, Kevin.” He continued, “I have some similar interests in common with him. I wonder if you would want to discuss a little arrangement for this weekend?”
Was he asking me out? Or was he asking me if I wanted to be beaten and bound and fucked silly? Either way, my interest was peeked as I listened to Dale’s deep baritone humming through the phone.
“I have a little social club, really just a group of friends. Kev is one of the many friends who will be my guest at the Lake this weekend. I really want it to be special, so I’m arranging for some entertainment for the boys.”
Ahh, obviously not a date. I was about to politely hang up, despite the stirring I felt in my crotch at the thought of entertaining a room full of Kevins.
“I want you to give me your bank account number. I will have one thousand dollars deposited in the account by this afternoon. In return, I want you ready and waiting for my car to pick you up on Friday night at 5:00 sharp.”
My stomach was churning; my head spun at the thought of what he seemed to be proposing. Unfortunately, I had grown to love the feeling of being out of control, at the mercy of another man. Kevin had taught me well. I had become his bitch, a whore for pain and degradation. Despite my incredible urge to hang up, to run for my life, I began to seriously consider Dale’s suggestion. I thought of Kevin, and the feeling of the straps. I longed for his rough hands on my throat, his hairy chest pressed against my nipple clamps as he slid his cock between my reddened ass cheeks. So Kevin and Dale had interests in common, huh?
“I can be very generous. If you are everything that Kev says you are, I can make your life very comfortable. At least most of the time, anyway!” He chuckled. “There will of course be times when your comfort is the last thing I’ll be concerned with!”
I understood. My option was clear: take the money, then take the abuse. Dale never threatened me directly, but I would be a fool if I misunderstood his words. I thought about the rent, due next week. I had lost my job the end of August, and my savings were gone. The Bank account was overdrawn already. A thousand bucks would sure fill it up again! I gave Dale the number, and hung up.
Friday night rolled around before I could even think about what I had committed to. The thousand was already spent on rent, food and the electric company. I saved enough to get a haircut that afternoon and I looked good. I wondered if the men at the Lake would think so. The black Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of my building precisely at five and a man in a dark suit jumped out and opened the back door. He took my gym bag from me and tossed it in the back. I was surprised and a little relieved to find I was not alone. There were three other guys already sitting in the warm, leather upholstered interior . . . . .
