At twenty, Peter was beginning to be sure about what he wanted in life, who he was and what was important.
He had chatted with the moustached man and his companion in the bar for a long time. Beer after beer moved down his thirsty throat and through his system flowing out his penis.
"Nice pecker kid" the man had said reaching for it while piss flowed. Peter let him hold it. He wanted it.
"So how long are you here?"
"I don't have to be back for a week, but only paid for the weekend." he said.
He eyed the chaps the man wore. They were black and forced his crotch forward. He wanted to touch it, kiss it.
"Maybe we can work something out" It was the guy called Sarge by the moustached man.
"What do you hve in mind" Peter said smiling coyly, already fantasizing about being the meat these two men would sandwich that night.
He knelt ignoring the fact that they were watching him. The ride to the motel was short one. Since he was alone , Peter didn't have anyone to tell where he was going. Besides, he knew the name of the motel. He had been there before.
In fact when he told the two men he had been there before, they got even more interested in him.
He didn't mind being seen in the bar with the two of them. They were manly, butch and hot. The moustached man caressed his denim covered butt. Peter didn't wear anything underneath.
Sarge had cupped his crotch admiring the obvious erection.
He sat between them in the front of the truck they drove.
"You understand right?" The moustached man said after discussing the proposition.
"Yes Sir" Peter said getting more excited at the sound of his own words.
The night was warm. The other residents at the motel were drinking, laughing, swimming and some gathered around to watch.
Peter knelt on the grass. He had folded his clothing and handed it to Sarge as he was instructed. The razor buzzed and he would soon be the way they wanted him. He didn't know if they would drive him to his own motel to retrieve the rest of his clothing the next day.
Nor did he know if they would indeed keep him as their personal slave the entire week as they threatened.
"You know kid, a slave like you needs a little something" The moustached man's gloved fingers were pulling on his nipples back at the bar. It made him so horny, Peter would have knelt and sucked the man's cock in the bar if he demanded it. His nipples always made him vulnerable when someone totured them.
The lines of urine came from the two and a few others as Pete was marked. His new owners said he would service whoever they told him too.
"yes Sir" he repeated his pledge which sent liquid through his penis.
They would tie him down, they said so he wouldn't flinch and ruin it. The pain would be like stabs, they said and burn for awhile.
Peter had thoguht about doign it but hadn't the nerve. He still didn't. But the men who were taking him over, would decide for him. And each would pull on the metal that would be dangling from each nipple soon sending him to his knees or wherever they wanted him.
His arms and legs spread in the upright stocks. The warm air moved across his smooth shaven crotch, legs, and punished nipples.
He was available for gropes, flogging, whatever they wanted, he was told. It would be just the beginning of the week ahead, the week he had long fantasized about and the week that would be a turning point in his life as a slave.