I remembered when cock-master had shown up at my door, how superior he had been, how he had abused me, eventually introducing me to the friend I came ...to know as Piss-Master. I had witnessed cock-master’s fall from superiority to servitude, and wondered where he now fit in next to me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.We arrived back in the parking lot of my apartment complex, and Piss-Master ordered cock-master to the back of the van with me: “Get your faggot-cocksucker mouth back there. Just around the door was a giant, highly ornate hookah. It sat on a low table on three golden legs. Lounging on cushions on either side of it and holding a pipe each were two naked girls.Sloppy, Bachman cursed. The lack of security had made him too casual.There was no response though. The girls didn't cry out or even acknowledge he was in the room.Was this his lucky night?Cautiously Bachman walked towards them. Still no response.They were asleep. No, more than asleep, stoned. Completely and. I sat across from the store on a bench, phone in hand ready to film her disgrace. 20 minutes later she emerges, the security gaurd laughing & joking with her. She looks at me & laughs, starts pointing at me as she walks over. I get the remote out & hold it in the air, as if to say, don't start or I will do it. She laughs."What are you going to do, get my bag excited"?"Have you took them off"? I ask upset"Well, they kind of got in the way when that security gaurd wanted to put his cock in me". He said he did feel in charge. I toldhim he was. Three weeks later Jason and Blaine had helped Brandon move hisbelongings over to my house. I remained in the home cleaning the 2ndbedroom, putting new sheets on the bed and even picked some roses fromthe yard and placed them by the bed in a vase. I made sure the bathroomhad fresh toiletries for Brandon. During the week I went to the cablecompany and made sure I had a new digital TV receiver for Brandon'sroom. I also went grocery shopping and.