Ivan and Mikhail got on the plane to their home country. They were fortunate: the airline was not a big one, and did not fly every day. Just before they got on the plane, Mikhail tossed the phone into a trash can that was about to be emptied by trash pickup. At least, that's what Ivan thought. But that's another matter. It's been nearly a week and a half since they had started "placing" merchandise with clients. Let's go back and bring everyone up to speed, in groups of 3 as promised.
II. CHAD AND TRAVIS
Just before he closed the shackle on the second of Chad's wrists, Travis gave his prize a look: BEAUTIFUL. Ginger, but a light ginger. Green eyes. He hadn't stripped Chad - yet - but he imagined a soft layer of hair all over his body. He'd have to decide whether to keep it or not, or to simply use removing it as a threat for Chad, if he acted up. Chad didn't protest the wrist chains or the ankle shackles, even though they gave him no mobility whatsoever. He was still under the influence of the camera. There were five hours more before it would wear off. "Sleep, my precious man, sleep. We will have much to discuss when you have rested." Travis resisted the desire to strip Chad: he wanted to wait until his captive knew what he was doing. Instead, he turned to the video camera, to make sure it functioned. It broadcast, and it picked up signal, so he knew when Chad would waken. He'd also be advised by Bruno and Fergus, the two large bald men who stood outside the dungeon, not unlike medieval gargoyles. They served him well. Brothers, he had rescued them from slavery in their home country and now, they were grateful to the man who fed them, paid them, and found them the young women they both favored. "Let me know when he awakens. Our discussions will begin then." Bruno laughed. What Travis called a "discussion" was instead a listing of his demands for his "partners." This one seemed much "greener" than the ones he had had in the past. He wondered how it would go.
"FUCK??????" Chad's yell was questioning as the spell of the camera wore off, and he felt the chains on his wrist. He pulled, and realized: he couldn't move. Then the yell was more frantic and angrier. "FUCK!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? TAKE THESE OFF ME!!!!!!" Fergus looked through the door of the dungeon and saw Chad struggling. He sent a signal to Travis, but he could already hear the careful step of Travis' boots coming down the stairs. "It will be ok, Fergus. Please do not leave. I may need you and Bruno. Initiates usually find strength they didn't think they had. "Yes Master," he said. As he turned, the smallest bit of the "S" tattooed on his shoulder could be seen: "S" for "slave". Bruno had one too. Soon, so would Chad. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Chad screamed as Travis walked in, evenly and slowly, and approached him. "Chadwick! Good evening. Or Good morning. Or Good Afternoon. At this point, the time is irrelevant to you. I am Travis or, more correctly for you, "Sir Travis" or "Master Travis." "FUCK THAT! HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? " "Simple questions Chadwick. I call you that instead of Chad because... Chadwick sounds so much more dignified. When you are broken, I will call you Chad." "BROKEN? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? LET ME GO!" "Ha ha. So many questions, I can't even answer the first ones before the second ones begin. I know your name because your seller knew it, and I got it from him. "SELLER? WHAT? HUH? YOU BOUGHT ME? HUH?" "Indeed I did, Chadwick. At an auction. I paid a good price for you, but I am glad I did. He approached and showed no fear as Chad struggled. Travis knew that his chains were secure. He began unbuttoning Chad's shirt. "LEAVE MY SHIRT ALONE! " Travis laughed. "You'd best get used to having your shirt opened. Or not wearing clothing at all Chadwick. " He grinned. "I believe you have figured out what you're here for." "NO I HAVEN'T. I'M NOT A WHORE." "Ha ha. LIke I would be sharing you. Let me show you something you did last night, sweet ginger man." Travis touched a button on what looked like a television remote. A video of the blow job Chad had given him last night came up. "NO! I DIDN'T DO THAT. YOU MUST HAVE ALTERED A FILM OR SOMETHING." Travis then gave Chad details about his teeth, a small wart he had at the back of his tongue, and a few other details that quieted Chad down. He stopped struggling for a minute. "I... I must have been drugged. I don't do that." "Oh, rest assured, Chadwick, you were NOT drugged. WERE you drugged, you would not be here. It was an amateur job for certain, but it's a start. You'll be doing more of them." He ran his hand over Chad's torso. He was right: a light coating of hair: what did the kids say: "otter?" Reddish, like Chad's moustache. "TAKE YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF ME." Again, Travis laughed. "It will not be my hand that is doing the fucking Chadwick, but fucking is a good word." "Wait.... Wait... OH SHIT. YOU'RE GONNA TURN ME INTO A SEX SLAVE? " He pulled at the chains again. "Indeed, I am. However long it takes." "IT'S GONNA TAKE FOREVER. IT'S NOT HAPPENING. LET ME GO.. HEY. LEAVE MY BELT ALONE." Chad's ankles were chained close enough to each other that it was easy for Travis to unbuckle his pants and slide them down. He produced a small knife and Chad whined. "What... what the hell are you doing...." "Easy, Chadwick, easy. You probably won't be needing these anymore ." He cut away the boxer shorts Chad was wearing. "AH. What do they say: the curtains match the drapes? They do." He took Chad's cock in his hand and slid it back and forth, and Chad moaned. "Such a pretty instrument. Perhaps we will hire it out. But that is in the future. Now, I would see your ass. Bruno, Fergus." The two large men appeared from the shadows and unshackled Chad. Chad had studied self defense, but he knew when he had no chance. Each took one of his arms and held him , as Travis walked behind him. He winced again, as he felt Travis' hand squeezing each side of his ass. "Nice. It could stand some more development, but... nice." "Why the hell don't you look for one that meets your standards?" Chad spit out. Travis held Chad's chin and smiled. "Because training the reluctant can be so, so hot.... And they don't come more reluctant than you." He reached down and took Chad's cock in his hand again. "Or do they?" Chad whined. He wanted to struggle, but the grip on his cock was strong. "Please let me go. PLEASE. Someone will find me. I'll just leave. No trouble. I don't know where I am, just... just put a sack on my head and bring me back." "That is not an option Chadwick. To the contrary. No one will find you. Not until you have become totally and completely accepting of what is your new life. Bruno." Fergus pinned both of Chad's arms, as Bruno took off his shirt to show Chad the "S" on his shoulder. "Fergus and Bruno are my slaves. They serve a purpose different than you. Eventually, you will wear the S as well. And there is NOTHING you can do about it." Chad could barely move in Fergus' grip. He had noticed previously that his pockets were empty. His phone, his wallet, his identification: they were all gone. Even if he COULD get out of this place. What could he do. "Were I so inclined Chadwick, Bruno and Fergus could very easily prepare you for the taking. " He pointed to a table, and now Fergus and Bruno dragged Chad over to the table, forcing him on his belly. Travis kicked his feet apart. He heard but did not see Travis' zipper open. "Yes, I could take you right now. But I choose not to do that Chadwick. I will wait until you ask, or more properly, BEG to be taken." "DREAM ON BIG BOY" Chad laughed. He saw Travis smile. "The dungeon is not the most comfortable room in this house. Other rooms are much more... enjoyable. " Travis pushed buttons on the "remote" again, and Chad saw the interior of several of the rooms in the house, including Travis' plush bedroom, and a luxurious bathroom. "A waspy fellow like you, Chadwick, will desire a warm bath sooner rather than later, and a comfortable bed. Until you do, you will remain here. You will be well fed. "I don't eat red meat" Chad muttered. "You seemed to do fine with pink meat, but I understand Chadwick. Cook will provide for you. " He paused. "Bruno and Fergus will be available at all times, in order to address your questions, or to bring them to me. But you will remain here, until we make some progress. " He smiled. "The first bit of progress is perhaps a mountain, but perhaps not. You will remain here, until you ask if you may share my bed. This does NOT mean give yourself to me: far from it. I will make that determination. But when you are ready for that, you will be released from the dungeon. Until then. RELEASE HIM" Bruno and Fergus let go of Chad's arms and Travis folded his own. "STRIP. Every bit of clothing. While you are in the dungeon, you will be naked. " Chad looked at Bruno and Fergus and saw no chance. He slipped out of his shirt, and then his shoes, his socks, his slacks. He stood there naked, his hands cupped in front of his crotch. "How modest. So Wasplike. Typical of a New England boy." "How did he know? SHIT, he went through my wallet papers." Chad thought. "We will leave you here to consider your options Chadwick. I have plenty of time, as do you. The difference is, of course, I have a soft bed, a lovely shower, and daylight. Gents..." They began walking to the door of the dungeon. "NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Travis looked at him. "In the past, I would leave my slaves to be chained. I find this much more effective. " Chad ran toward the door and stopped when he saw the look Bruno gave him. He heard the locks thrown on the door and then, he was alone. Chad found a supply of candles , and one match. He deduced that he was supposed to use the light from one candle to light others as he needed them. He found a sink where he could wash his face, and a primitive toilet system. No shower. No windows. There was a cot, and a blanket that reminded him of the blankets he had seen in prisons when he had volunteered. "Home," he muttered. He was surprised he wasn't colder. He didn't know that Travis kept the dungeon at an ambient temperature. Outside of the dungeon, Travis laughed with Bruno and Fergus. "How long do you think, gents?" "Six days Sir," said Bruno. "I think he's tougher. I'd say 9" was Fergus' answer. "You're both wrong. He didn't even struggle when you held him on the table. He understands his position. Three days, maximum. Bruno was right. It took three days before Chad gave in. He found a small stash of books, but the light was not good, and the books all seemed to be torture manuals. He stopped reading them when he found that he was getting a hard on from one of them. They fed him three times a day. The food was basic, plentiful, and filling. When he asked if he could be given tea instead of coffee, the response was "what type would you like, and do you take sugar? cream? lemon?" He missed playing squash. He missed teaching. He missed fussing about how to dress. Mostly though, he missed light, and being clean. Every day, for about half an hour, the video screen would turn on and Chad would see a video of the various rooms in the house. And then, after that, Travis would re-screen the blow job. "I can't believe I did that" Chad shook his head. His hair, always oily, was getting dirty and it itched. It was the thought of a bath that did it. He went to the door one late afternoon. "Fergus? Bruno?" "It's Bruno Chad. What do you need." Chad's voice broke. "Could you tell Sir Travis that... I give. Please may I sleep with him." "I will bring the message." He heard Bruno's footsteps going up the stairs. In about fifteen minutes, he heard two sets. Bruno and Travis. "You are ready?" "Yes, Master Travis" Chad answered in a very low voice. "Then we will prepare you." Bruno handed him a white cotton robe, and a pair of sandals. "There will be better once we have you cleaned properly, Chadwick. It is early enough in the day such that we may dine. " He turned to Fergus. "Would you bring him to the bathroom?" "Of course, Sir. Brother Chad, will you come with us?" "Brother?" Bruno smiled. "You are on the path to becoming one of us. It will not be long before you wear the "S" on your right shoulder as well as we do. Chad realized he was right. "There are attendants, Chadwick, and they will assist you if you like, or of course, you may have your privacy." "Thank you Master Travis," Chad played along. "I prefer my privacy." "Please take as much time as you like. Supper will be served in two hours, but I believe you will be fully cleaned by then." "Yes sir. I had a large family and I'm used to quick bathing" "Four brothers, three sisters. You certainly did. As the third child, you DID have to wait. I will be in the living quarters. I have taken the liberty of providing clothing for you that I trust you will find acceptable. When you've washed, and dressed, Magnus, the top floor attendant, will lead you to the lounge where we will chat before dinner." Sinking into the tub, Chad almost fell asleep. His muscles, his bones, ached. He poured water over his hair and began scrubbing it. He laughed as the dirty water came off of his curly locks. "WAY better than any hotel I stayed in," he thought, and then realized: he was a prisoner. He was this man's property. And when he thought of that, his cock stiffened.
III RAMON AND GUSTAV
Gustav preferred his men young: 18-25 was his "sweet spot," although if a man were older, and looked like he would pass as 25, he would think about it. Ramon, at 22, fit his age profile to a "T". He was also tall, lean, muscular, and Latino. Four more boxes, checked. Ramon's beauty had taken Gustav's breath away. The low price at which he was offered took it away again: while his father had not approved of much of Gustav's choices, or of Gustav himself, he would have smiled at Gustav's logic in securing the bargain he did. "Buy don't rent," his father had taught him. Gustav had done just that. "Quality, not quantity" . Of that, Gustav laughed. The "quantity" would come with how often he planned to use this boy: WAY more than he had the gardener. He had started right away: before the spell of the camera had worn off. Yes, Ramon seemed out of it, but his ass was pretty, his chest was shaven, and when he was tied down... Gustav's 48 year old cock had "risen from the dead" as one "date" had described it. Penetrating the young man as he had, he assumed that there would be signs of pain, or of discomfort, or something. There was none of that. Further, while the boy was tight, he was not as tight as Gustav had experienced with virgins. To be sure, he hadn't asked if the lad were a virgin and while he would have preferred it if he were, it wasn't as important as Ramon's overall looks. "Swimmer. Or Diver. Central America, not South America. European blood mixed in." Gustav took a very intellectual approach to his domination, and the fact that Ramon probably was not a virgin was something he could... use. He had already decided how. That first fuck had been inspiring. Gustav had not had a man so downright gorgeous in a long, LONG time. Thinking about that first one, and how fast it had gone, resurrected him again. Ramon was sleeping, tied up on the bed when Gustav "went back for seconds." By then, however, Ramon had begun coming out of the effect of the photo. He was looking at the wrist restraints, and pulling, when Gustav came in. "Hey... Hey... What the... I mean, dude, this is kinda kinky but... where am I." "He talks too much" Gustav thought. "Not important Ramon. " "Hey, how the hell do you know my name?" "In due time, in due time" Ramon was ripping a piece of white microfoam tape off of a roll. "Nice and big. For a big mouth." He slapped it across Ramon's mouth, and now, Ramon started to get scared. "MMMFMEMGOMMMMMMMMMMFFFFF" Ramon tried to scream "LET ME GO" and couldn't get it out. "I think I'll untie your feet this time. "THIS TIME?" Ramon thought. "Is that why I'm sore? YEAH, FUCK. I'm more sore than that coach when... OH SHIT." When Gustav "rose from the dead" he rose big time. His dick was not long, but it was thick: very thick. "Feels like a goddamned soda can" Gustav thought "Or that time with Sonia when she used that... OOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK" Gustav had begun to slide the "soda can" back and forth. "The old fart is strong," Ramon thought as he felt Gustav's hands on his ankles. He saw the smile on Gustav's face. "Glad he's enjoying it. " Ramon thought. Gustav was looking at the rakish way Ramon's hair fell over his left eye. He wanted to kiss him but... "not yet" he thought, and pushed in as far as he could. "He's not gonna get the spot" Ramon was thinking. His "g spot" as Sonia called it, was WAY up inside him: maybe because he was so tall. The only other way this guy was gonna make him REALLY moan was... "SHIT IS HE READING MY MIND" Gustav had bent down and began licking at one of Ramon's nipples. He could feel his prize beginning to get hard himself. That was fine, but if this boy thought he was going to cum... THAT was not happening. "If you think I'm going to let you shoot, you are mistaken," he whispered to Ramon. "Am I clear.... SLUT?" Gustav's instincts told him: it was a loaded word for this man. It was. Ramon began pitching his hips up. He didn't know how he had gotten tied up, and he didn't really care at that moment. He just wanted the nipple lipping and... the fucking to go on. This was better than with the coach. But who was this guy? He had never seen him again. What the.... Ramon felt the flow of liquid in his ass. Coach hadn't cum in him: he would pull out and shoot over his face. This was: different. The man was treating him like... well, the way he treated Sonia. Except... Ramon LET Sonia cum. He liked watching it happen. Gustav lifted himself from Ramon's body. "My my, Ramon, you ARE on the gifted side aren't you, in so many ways." "mmmmmmmmmmmmph" Ramon needed to cum. He couldn't reach his cock, there was no friction and he was desperate. "You want release young man, do you?" Ramon shook his head yes. "We will consider it later." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" Gustav got up and left the room. Ramon kept on trying to scream after him, but it did no good. The loud moans persisted for about half an hour, then they subsided, and stopped. "He's probably sleeping," Gustav thought. "He shouldn't be gagged when he's asleep." He went back into the bedroom. He looked at Ramon and smiled. "He is SO beautiful. SO SO LOVELY. " He reached down to try to take the tape off without waking Ramon. He did not succeed. Ramon began to struggle, but it was ok. Gustav had a plan and he removed the tape. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU OLD MAN? WHY DO YOU HAVE ME TIED UP? HOW DID I GET HERE? " Ramon was strong, and he fought the restraints, but Gustav had stuck with quality. Ramon was tiring himself out, and had made no progress. "I will ask the questions young man. You will get answers as we proceed. You may call me Sir. That is all you need to know right now. And you are tied up because... as you will agree, I am sure, you are not quite prepared to do as you are told." "DAMN RIGHT ABOUT THAT FUCKER. HOW DID I GET HERE?" "Oh, that's an easy one Ramon. You were for sale?" "WHAT? WHAT THE...." He didn't remember: had he gone on the escort service again and offered himself? But he always offered himself as "The Latino top of your dreams" He had just gotten fucked, and probably had before that too. "WHO SOLD ME? WHAT SITE? " Gustav smiled. "I did not rent you Ramon. I BOUGHT YOU. I own you now." "THE FUCKING HELL YOU DO. LET ME GO NOW OLD MAN. THE SCHOOL WILL LOOK FOR ME." "It is spring break, Ramon. Everyone will think you're vacationing somewhere and, in a way, you are. " The guy was right: he had told people he wanted some time away from school, from Sonia, everyone. Everything. He didn't expect... this. "What do you want? What do you want?" "Oh, you know what I want, Ramon. There are so many words for it. Perhaps you'd like to think of it as becoming my assistant. " "NO THANK YOU." "I'm afraid that if that doesn't suit you Ramon, there are other less savory terms. We will come to one. But now, I have a question for you, my handsome lad. What I just did to you.. "You mean FUCK me?" "Yes, that will do. I am clearly not the first one who did. Who, as the Americans say 'popped your cherry.' " "NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS. " Gustav looked at him. He repeated. "Such a beautiful boy. And especially... such beautiful feet. Swimmer's feet. Feet used to good treatment. Soft feet. So vulnerable to tickling. "NO! NO! DONT DO THAT NO. NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA. Even though struggling against the ropes had exhausted him, Ramon fought as Gustav's manicured nails moved up and down his soles. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP. I'LL TELL YOU. I'LL TELL YOU WHO IT WAS. JUST STOP. STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. " "I will give you a five minute break after you tell me, but you have lost your opportunity to avoid this. " "It was... It was my coach. Senior year. High school. Eighteenth birthday party. The minute I was legal. I... I seduced him. I thought I wouldn't make the team." "And you did?" "Yeah, I did. " Gustav smiled and dug his fingers into Ramon's ribs. "THAT IS EXCELLENT. I think you are going to be even more suitable than I thought. You CLEARLY understand how the world works. " "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA. YOU PLANNING ON PIMPING ME? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Gustav stopped. "Actually, pimping you was the last thing on my mind, Ramon. I have , again as the Americans say "bigger fish to fry" as you will find out. For now, though, you are going to learn a bit of what I mean." He ran his finger around the tip of Ramon's cock, and pre-cum gushed out. "You surely realize that you no longer have control of how and when you have orgasms." "Yeah, I figured that. " He felt Gustav's finger circle his navel. "And you have surely figured that your last answer is not acceptable." "Ramon tried to stop lauging and failed. "Yes sir. Yes. It was inappropriate. I'm sorry Sir." Gustav smiled. "MUCH BETTER. Here is the deal. You've excited me again. So... if you ask me to fuck you, I will permit you to cum. I will even watch you and assist you. After that, we shall discuss next steps. Ramon was quiet for a minute. Then, in a low voice : "we have a deal Sir. FUCK ME. Please, FUCK ME." How he got it up a third time without chemical help was something Gustav didn't know. It never happened again, even with Ramon, but the coke can grew and.... Ramon was moaning, and moaning hard as his owner fucked him again. There WAS less jizz this time, and it was faster, but it was legitimate. "Now, it is YOUR turn Ramon. How would you climax. Shall I do it for you?" Ramon smiled. "Yes sir. Yes. " "I will. While I kiss you." Ramon gulped. He had fucked with men, but never kissed. Still, as Gustav's lips touched his, he felt his cock get even harder than it was. It wasn't long until he was shooting cum everywhere. "OHHHHHHHHHHH. I didn't... I didn't expect that." he almost purred. "Sir, my arms. My legs they're... "They're exhausted. Yes, that is understandable. " He picked up a phone. "Max, Ramon can use a massage before bed. Please come to the training room." In half an hour, Ramon was receiving the best massage he had ever had. And within an hour, he was sleeping in Gustav's arms. "Tomorrow, you will work out at the pool. Yes, there is a pool in the complex Ramon. Then we will find suitable apparel for you. My new assistant has to dress appropriately."
IV STEVE AND CRUSHER
Crusher had waited until Steve had recovered and became somewhat aware of what had happened. He didn't know Crusher was in the corner of the room. He rubbed the back of his head. "Shit. Did I get knocked out? " He looked around. "I know this room. I've been here. Wait..." He spun around and saw ... Crusher. "HOLY SHIT. You're back. " "I am" a big smile played across Crusher's face. "And who woulda guessed I'd find you right away. " Steve bolted for the door, and ran into Crusher. "Where you going, handsome? Where's my own private James West going?" "As far away from you as possible!" "NAH. Where you're going is underneath me. Get outta your shorts. Then get on the bed. Face down." Steve couldn't ignore his hard on. He knew Crusher saw it too. He muttered "yes sir," before he slipped them off. "DAMN, that ass is as gorgeous as it ever was." Crusher slipped manacles on each of steve's wrists. He pushed his legs WAY up on the bed so that steve's ass was wide open. "Third time is gonna be the charm, lover boy." steve knew what to expect from his gifted Top Man Master. There was no finesse, there was no technique, there was just hard, straight on FUCKING, with his earlobes being nibbled, and his tits being squeezed from below. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK SIR. MORE . MORE. GOD.... " It wasn't long before the jizz started pouring into him. He was hard, but he knew... Crusher unchained steve's wrists and rolled him over. Then he squeezed his balls until steve's erection went down. KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN BITCH. I WANT YOU TO SEE ME PUT IT ON." "yes sir." steve watched as the dreaded cage went on his cock. "Now, let's have some more fun. LOOK at that forest. You haven't been shaving." "No Sir. Please. Not.. I'm not ready..." "I am. Who gets what he wants, steve?" "You do, Sir. "EXACTLY . Just get on the bed. Keep your arms to your sides. You know the drill. "Yes sir." Crusher smiled. He liked using the straight edge and creme, rather than the clippers. steve, already hard in the cage, was moaning more. "Please Sir. Don't you need to do my... my pubes." "Ha ha. Nice try, bitch boy. Next time. For now... your chest, your pits... more than enough. Just let you know... I'm in charge again." "yes sir. I understand. " When he was done, Crusher looked at steve. "You know, I think this time... I'm not gonna wait. Tomorrow, you get pierced. steve gulped. He could explain a shaved chest. But a pierced nipple... He knew better than to beg though. "yes sir. " "After work. You're going back to work tomorrow." Crusher got horny in the middle of the night and fucked steve again. steve was sore when he got back to his post. "HEY" his commander looked at him. "Were you sick? You were gone a couple days without explanation." "Sorry Sir. I was... how do I explain it? I think I ate something bad and... well, I was too sick to get to a hospital and, by the time I felt well enough to call my doctor, he told me to just let it pass. "Well, we're glad to have you back. Listen, I know from your file that you were experienced in missing persons cases. And we have two. A swimmer: his girlfriend hasn't heard from him in 3 days, and a professor. "Captain, am I wrong, or isn't it spring break?" The captain smiled. "It is. Let's just keep them as open investigations, and if they don't come back after break, we'll investigate more deeply." "It wasn't just me, then," steve thought. "What happened? What do I have in common with....?" He had to think about this. But he got a call. It was Crusher. "Yes sir." "We have an appointment. 6pm. My BITCH is gonna get pierced. "yes sir," he answered, "looking forward to it." And he was.