Creation of a Male Slave (Part 1)
I married my high school sweetheart in 1969. She was a cheerleader, named Kay, and I was on the football team, my name is Tom. We were the perfect mid-western vanilla couple, young, innocent and in love. I was still in college when we were married but graduated the following year. I took a job with a major advertising agency and began working my way up the corporate ladder. Kay graduated nursing school the following year and went to work for a nearby hospital. For a while we were like a pair of rabbits, screwing each other whenever our hectic, and often conflicting, schedules allowed. We were both a little over sexed, but in the beginning, just enjoyed the usual fucking and sucking that most of middle classed America engaged in. We worked hard, spent …