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I'm an author and think it's an excellent, very well-run site already. It's great to hear you are looking to make it even better!
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Thanks so much for the comment and the extraordinary amount of help and support! This story would not have happened with out you!
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Thanks very much for the comment!
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Chapter 11 When Connor came over the afternoon after the college acceptance party at the Park, I didn’t mention that Zack wanted to make me his slave. Zack had only told me that morning how much he wanted me to be his slave, and I wasn’t ready to talk to Connor about it. The whole idea still seemed far-fetched. I didn’t want to say anything that might unnecessarily embarrass Zack. Besides what I really wanted to tell Connor was that Zack and I had made up. Around the Fourth of July, m
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Thanks for the comment (and your help in keeping the stories aligned ;-) )
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That summer I once again worked for my dad, so I typically wasn’t available when Connor had the house to himself and wanted a foot massage. When we did hang out we usually just talked and played video games while his parents, Patrick, or both were upstairs. This was when he'd fill me in on all the intimate details about him and Maddy. Things he’d tell only me and maybe Liam. When the fall semester arrived, Connor and I were both busy. I took an SAT review course and then the test itsel
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Neither Connor nor Zack hesitated to call on me when they needed a ride. So St. Patrick’s Day Weekend was especially busy. Zack was invited to a St. Patrick’s Day party thrown by Cillian, an OLIC student who lived a few towns away in a very rich neighborhood. Cillian had told Zack he could bring anyone he wanted to the party. So I drove Zack, Patrick, and a few others there and spent some time enjoying myself. Three hours in, Zack asked me to drive him and a girl named Gwen to her house. They h
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Thank you for your comment and reading my story! I do remember you - you took the given slave name of my character in Making of a Slave
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Thanks for your comment. Becky created a real opportunity for Andrew!
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Thanks for your comment and support! Andrew aims to please.
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I was so excited for Connor when he told me that Becky had promised to give him a blow job for his birthday. His birthday fell on a Saturday that year, and he had plans with his family that night. The following Monday, President’s Day, was a school holiday, and Connor and Becky decided that would be the day they’d take this next big step in their relationship. His parents were not off from work and Patrick had agreed to work a day shift at the supermarket, excited about earning time and
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Thanks for the comment. I think Andrew feels lucky too!
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Saturday morning was electric with anticipation. My brother Mark’s team was up first, and the game was, as expected, a decisive victory. He played an incredible game, scoring two touchdowns. The crowd was really into it, and it felt good to see my brother and his teammates celebrating. As happy as I was for my brother, my thoughts soon shifted to Connor and his team. While Mark’s team was favored to win, Connor's was the underdog. The team they were playing, Westfield, was from a wealthier town
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Thanks for the comment and all the help and advice!
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After kissing his foot, I resumed the massage. But Connor was now acting differently, using my body as a footstool for whatever foot I wasn’t massaging. After a while, he gently pulled the foot I had been working on out of my hand, and rested both feet on my thighs. Once I looked up at him, and he saw he had my undivided attention, he started talking about something that obviously mattered to him. “Hey Andrew,” he started, “How far did you get with girls when you were in 7th grade?” I
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Thanks for reading and your comment. I have started to work on another chapter.
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Connor accepted that last massage, and I gave it my best effort, but it felt... different. We both needed time to absorb this new, uncertain status. Before that afternoon, our connection had been a slow burn, but his confession had forged a real click between us. That following week, he avoided my gaze at the bus stop, and with Patrick always nearby, I couldn't bring myself to break the silence. When Friday arrived and no request came, a surprising truth hit me: I missed it. I missed him.
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Thanks again for commenting and, understood, judging from all the angry reactions seems most would agree with you...
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Thank you so much for reading and your comment - I have always thought that in the hierarchy of abuse this would rank near the bottom but I guess it's all relative...
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Thanks for commenting - I think the betrayal was the more difficult thing to come to terms with, and if I'm being honest, - that feeling is still there - I discount it because we were kids at the time.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. That may have been the better path for me to take - not sure why I didn't - but I didn't
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Thanks for reading and commenting - I guess in terms of abuse this wasn't so bad...
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Thanks for reading and commenting - things just happen - just like a perfect (or imperfect storm)
