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I so hated these rich boys , thinking they could do whatever they wanted, that they were so tough just because they had always had the money to get away with whatever they wanted.

So when I had a chance to get my hands on one, I took it.

Sam Nelson liked to bet big. To bad he also lost big. But unfortunately he didn't’ always pay back his debts. So a bookie friend asked me to teach young Sam a lesson.

“Sure” I said. I would teach a lesson or two.

The first part was the hard part. I waited until young Sam was alone and then grabbed him. I had learned a neck pinch move from a guy into martial arts. Sam went down like a sack of rocks. I was glad I was a big guy because otherwise I might not have been able to drag him to my van.

When I got him to my special house, the one I used for teaching uppity young punks “lessons’, I dragged him out and up to a bed room. I plopped his nice bubble butt into a chair. Sam was still out.

I hand cuffed his hands behind his back and then tied his feet to the chair. I tied some more of the black rope around his broad chest and to the chair. I had done this lots of time before. I knew how to make sure Sam didn't’ go anywhere.

“Oooohhhh”, Sam moaned. He was waking up. Just in time. I wanted him to be awake for this part.

The expression on his face was priceless. The poor schmuck had no idea that he had been XXXX. And even if he had, he would have just thought I wanted the money. He would was wrong. I had plenty of money. I wanted him.

“Mmm!”, I put my hand tightly over Sam’s mouth. Time he learned talking was a privilege he hadn’t earned. I did that for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of Sam squirming under me. However I had other things I needed to do to Sam. I needed both my hands free.

So I gagged Sam with a black cloth I found near by. It was still rolled dup and scummy from the last guy I had gagged with it. I wedged it between Sam’s lips and tied it secretly behind his head.

Sam made pitiful little moans through his gag, begging for mercy. It was so cute. It was like the kinky bondage version of finding a lost puppy.

However this puppy had yet to be trained. And he had way too much clothing. Pets had no need for clothes.

Sam would have jumped when he saw me pull out the scissors if he hadn’t been so securely tied to the chairs. He might have thought I was going to hurt him. Of course not but I did kind of appreciate the fear in his eyes.

It started with a snip and then a rip. And then whole lot of strip. That awful looking polo came first, exposing a nice chest. Seems Sam liked the tattoos.

Next came the khakis. I ripped and stripped, pulling large swaths of cloth off my struggling new puppy. I made to sure to touch his bare skin as I did so in the most intimate ways I could. I wanted Sam to understand that he was mine to do with as I pleased and there was nothing he could do about it.

Last came the underwear. Sam’s face was beet red, from fear, anger or embarrassment I couldn’t be sure. Probably all three. This was the e last weak defense against being totally vulnerable he had. Once his jockey’s were gone, he would be exposed.

I took my time, snipping a little here and a little there while I massaged his junk through the soft fabric. I wanted Sam to put on a good show.

Young Sam did not disappoint. It was well hung. It wasn’t monstrous but a good length and thickness. And Sam seemed to respond well to stimulation. His muffled cries through the gag said no but his dick had a completely different opinion.

If Sam took to his training, I thought I might just pay off his debts myself.

The End?

Sam Nelson played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:12/15/2010