You know the kind…not on Donny Osmond or Michael Jackson, but on a real live boy this time. There was this guy at church. He was eighteen or ninetee...n. Being a good Southern boy, he even had two names…Lee Earl. The amazing thing was how sweet he was to the gap toothed little kid. I remember that summer my mother had put my hair up in curlers for the first time. It was horrible: these tight curls all over my head that no matter how much you brushed them would do nothing. But nothing did me except. I was afraid that my juice would leave a spot on my dress. I only saw a few people as I walked into the building and I made myself, willed myself, to seem normal---like I did this everyday. I took the elevator up to the fourth story and got out in hall, right in front of Scott’s apartment. I took a deep breath and looked at my watch. 5:57. Too early. I waited in the hall, even when a couple of Scott’s neighbors looked at me oddly as they got on the elevator. Still, I knew the rules. At. This story is the property of the author and cannot be copied or used in part or in entirety without express written consent of the author. Sethy – Part Eleven – My HumiliationSETHYRod told Celia to meet us at the Las Palmas Hotel; we still had our 818 room there from our escapades with Linda earlier. Celia was going to try to get off her shift early; otherwise she said she would be there shortly after 9pm. Rod and I left the restaurant about 7pm so we still had time before Celia would arrive.. On a later occasion, we returned to the balcony. I was given knee pads that I think were for use by hockey players. My cock and balls were encased in some kind of chastity device. Led by each girl in turn with a leash, I crawled around the balcony. Time was kept, bets made. Then I had to reverse crawl, again led by each with the leash. Finally, I had to piggyback each in turn, around the course, being encouraged by each jockey with slaps to my bottom, or jerks on the leash. The noise was.