He was one avid collector.Slowly wanking a now hardening cock the article took me back to my late teens and the first time I saw a guy in undies.I was... a solitary lad and took to going out alone at night, sometimes stopping off for a quick pint but mostly just walking and having the odd fag. I frequented a large municipal park where there was an area of over grown flower beds and shrubberies. The area was a warren and sometimes used by tarts to see to their clients, along with courting couples. I just kneel there and take it. I don't necessarily like the things he does to me but I am his collared and owned slave and I do it because it pleases me greatly when he is please. He is cruel to me at times. He hides me in the cage downstairs in his basement with only water and crackers and a litter box when people come over. He has one lover that he treasures. He knows I am a very jealous person. He love to degrade and humiliate me. When his lover comes over, i kneel before his bed,. You feel how he undoes your skirt, and you start to moan again. You want him to lick your wetness; you want him to drink your sweet love juices, you want him to suck on the key to your desire, you feel his tongue burn deep inside of yourself. You feel how he gently removes your white cotton panties, how your shoes are being undone, and feel the sweet sensations of his kisses on your feet. He touches them as if they were the most precious and expensive china. You feel how his lips grace your. Whenever I used to go to tuitions, I used to wear t-shirts or shirts and shorts or miniskirts. I rarely covered my legs. And that was my habit from my childhood days. I still remember, once sir telling me that there are other guys who come to classes and so I should not wear such short clothes. I followed his advice for some days, but then the October heat in Mumbai, I am sure all of us known, is simply unbearable. When at home, I used to be in bear minimum like just a spaghetti top and a short.