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Celebrating New Year's Eve

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 14 Apr 2002 1 comments
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by it New Years Eve 2002 will be a night it remembers for a long time to come. It (the only term Master allows to be used to identify his slave) met its new Master for the first time on New Year's Eve. Master took it on a great adventure.First it parked where master specified on Kirkham behind a UC Dental School parking lot. It is way up on the hill behind UCSF. Those of you familiar with San Francisco will know this is a good fifteen to twenty-minute jog from the Haight. As directed by its Master, it was wearing old sneakers, 501's, and a red-striped shirt with a button down collar. It looked rather preppy, but that was OK for the bar on Haight, called Trax. Master showed up in a hot looking tuxedo with a fancy vest. He made quite the statement. They were at the bar before 9PM. Friends of Master had reserved two stools for them at the end of the bar furthest from the front door. On this special night, it was allowed to sit on one. It was in a good mood in spite of its fear about the Master's plan for the night. In fact, its dick got hard every time it thought about what Master had said he was planning. Master was in a very gregarious state. It bought Master and his friends the first round of drinks and set its wallet and keys on the bar. As it sat there, Master, one of the bartenders, and Master's friends all took turns pulling or cutting the buttons off its shirt. The flurry of attention and anticipation of what was to come made its dick continuously hard. Its hairy chest was soon visible to anyone who might glance its way. At 9PM when the New Year reached New York City on television, Master ripped both sleeves off of its shirt. That was the first major modification that got people's attention. It was left a sleeveless, open shirt. Many speculative looks and amused reactions came from onlookers around the bar. The bartender and a couple of the patrons made a point of telling it how hot it looked. It knew they were all going to be seeing more of it as the night drew on. Those thoughts made it conscious of its excited dick. The shirt was pulled out so it hung down behind its seat. Between 9 and 10PM Master and his friends started working the legs of the 501s. They started at the cuffs first, slicing the seam up the side of the legs open all the way to the waistband. As those cuts were completed, it was excited and afraid all at once. The cool air caressing the outside of its legs made it begin to feel exposed already. It began to know this fantasy was going to happen for real. It had finally found a Master who is really masterful and who delivers what he promises. Its throbbing dick was straining against the denim still covering it. Its master and his friends cut the strips of cloth off the legs of its 501's until they looked like cutoffs except that the side-seams were split up to the waistband. Its tense tool was clearly outlined by the denim it was tenting out. Master walked it around to several tables at that point so people who had made comments could take a closer look. It was totally embarrassed and excited at being the spectacle of the evening. The damp spot where its precum was soaking through the denim was clearly visible. Several patrons pointed it out to be sure everyone would notice. That just helped make the wet spot grow larger. Master kept cutting away more of the 501s until the cutoffs had become very short shorts. The bartenders and several other people were allowed to snip more pieces off its shorts as they continued the celebration. By the time it was New Year's in Chicago, the 501s were only an inch wide piece of material down its butt crack and little more than a codpiece in the front. Its shirttail still partially covered its ass. As the patrons watched New Year's countdown in Denver, they were treated to the spectacle of master beginning the process of ripping what was left of its shirt to pieces. Its aching dick strained to get loose and kept popping out one side then the other side of the minimal material left to cover it. It couldn't help stroking it a bit every time it put the rock hard sword back under the denim. Its shirt had the side seams ripped from the armpits to the waist until it was really no more then a shawl. The shirt was barely hanging on its shoulders. It could feel the patrons around them staring as more and more flesh was exposed. The pocket was ripped off the front of the shirt exposing even more of its chest. Master, his friends, and others took turns squeezing and playing with its tits, which caused its hard dick to bob up and down in and out of the brief jeans. Every time it popped out, it grabbed it and tried to tuck it back in, but all the guys knew it was stroking it as it put it away. They all seemed to enjoy knowing how hot it was as it tried not to just jack off right in front of them all. Several times during all this, master interrupted the plan to send it to the buffet table to get snacks for master's friends. This forced it to parade among the crowd showing master's handiwork to everyone there. People showed increased interest when they realized there was always more flesh showing each trip. They all seemed to appreciate master's efforts and were amused. Several people asked for pieces of the 501s for souvenirs. Master ordered it to take the scraps around to all the tables and hand them out. As it got closer to midnight in San Francisco, its shirt had been tossed away and all it had left was a very minimal denim jock strap. The bar was passing out champagne and everyone was getting ready to toast the New Year. That's when master sliced the slim thread holding the strip coming up its butt crack off, making what was left of its 501s into a tiny denim loin cloth. Someone helped master by whittling the front down so there was nothing but a strip of cloth that had been the button-fly. Its rock-hard dick was totally visible to anyone as it pushed well beyond the strip of cloth left. Knowing this just excited it even more. The throbbing cock was drooling strings of precum for everyone to see. It was a circle of humiliation and arousal. Knowing what was about to happen had it beyond scared but more excited than it could stand. At midnight Master ushered it out the front door since nudity is not permitted in the bar. As it stood on the sidewalk in front of the bar amidst a crowd of people, master cut off the rest of the 501s. It was totally nude at midnight on New Year's Eve by the hand of a Master. Its clothes represented the old, its nudity the new. Master then ordered it to jack off right there on the sidewalk in front of the huge crowd. The whole bar had emptied onto the sidewalk to watch. It was so embarrassed and so excited all at once that it didn't take long for it to shoot a huge load into the air. The audience got splattered but it didn't care as it just kept jacking away in front of them all. It had never cum so much or so hard before. Once it had cum, it wanted its clothes back, but there were none. Master laughed at its desperate look. He gave it its keys and wallet and nothing more. It had to jog all the way from Haight and Masonic back to where it had parked on Kirkham near 4th Avenue. It was a wild run. There were shocked looks and wild comments as it jogged past the New Year's crowds. Mostly they just gawked at the naked slave. Much to its relief, it made it back to its parking spot and was able to get away without incident. It was a rush it will remember every New Year's from now on.