Evil Computer Voice: “Standard attire for slaves at meals is running shorts and slave collar. Evil Computer Voice: “Not yet, slave!”
Jimmy looked up in confusion. He had no such assurances, if he went out on his own. Everyone was curious to see how he would eat. His son, the racist gay bashing misogynist, walking into a gym filled with college boys. He was about to eat breakfast stark naked and collared, in front of about a hundred college boys, plus some grad students, and adult staff. As the frame slowly rotated, blows began to land. The frame had been placed at center court. Would his owner take him back if he ran away and failed? His tight little ass and sore nuts were slapped relentlessly. With his normal spending habits, it would last him perhaps three weeks. He dutifully swallowed, to the cheers of the residents. But despite thinking of being degraded by nasty, sweaty old fat men, he was still hard, dripping, and excited.
