I Had No Idea

Slave Chained with Collar

Let me begin this story with a simple statement, “I had no idea what I was getting myself into.” Yes, that may seem like a strange way to start but let me try and explain to you what I mean. I am (or perhaps was) a normal 19-year-old just graduating high school and trying to decide where to go with my life. I had already decided that I wanted a break before college. At least a year to get my head together. My best friend Rick and I had been in a b/d relationship for about 2 years. He was the Top as I loved to be tied up and dominated by him. Just the thought of being in bondage turned me on. The longer and tighter the better. I have a good body for bondage. I had been on the swim team for all of my high school years. This has given me a well toned but not overly muscular body. I stand 5’7″ and weigh 150lbs. Broad chest tapering down to a narrow waist. Rick tells me I have a beautiful physique. The only real body hair I have is a treasure trail that drops invitingly from my navel down to my crotch. As a swimmer I had always kept the hair on my legs and crotch trimmed so my speedos would look better. I must add here that I am amply endowed with a 8 inch cock that swells to a full 10 inches when I am turned on. My balls are large and hang low so believe me I really fill a speedo!

Rick is taller and heavier built than me. He has always been a weight lifter so he has an incredible, powerful body. He stands just over 6′ 1″ and when he looks down at me I just melt. He is a year older than me and has always been by best friend, big brother, and finally my lover and bondage Top.

Because he is a year older he graduated a year ahead of me. His parents had already decided he could wait a year before starting college. As my parents traveled a lot for work I basically moved in with him the last year. I finished high school and he worked part time. Investing his money in lots of bondage toys. We had some but by the end of that year we had everything. The rest of the time I was his bondage slave. Over that year he got better and better at making me into a real bondage slave. The more he gave me the more I wanted. As much as I would love to tell you all about that year I promised I would explain my opening line. As soon as I graduated high school Rick sat me down one night (perhaps sat down isn’t the right word. I was tied down actually) and presented me with his idea for the next year before I started college. He was starting college in a couple of months and for both of us the idea of his being away was just not acceptable. His parents were renting him an apartment off campus and he wanted me to come with him. I could have my year off and then start college. I was excited as I couldn’t stand the idea of being apart from him. However, he had a little catch to the arrangement. He pulled out what he explained to me was a Master/slave contract. He gagged me so I couldn’t interrupt him and then preceded to read it to me. As I listened I got excited but scared all at the same time. In it he proposed to make me a 24/7 bondage slave for the next 13 months. I would during that time always be in bondage, period. The only time I would have my hands free was when he was changing restraints. He would provide all my needs and care for me. But I would be his to use as he wanted.

Now I loved to be tied up, the longer the better. Our present record was 7 days over a holiday. During which time Rick had given me breaks. But the idea of being bound for 13 months actually scared me. Rick removed my gag and gave me a long sensual kiss. “I am going to leave you here to think about it. I will be back in awhile and I expect an answer.” With that he left. My mind raced a million miles an hour. I wanted this I realized. I was getting turned on just thinking about it. What better way to spend my year break than doing what I loved most with the man I loved most. I knew my answer long before Rick returned. He would probably be able to tell just by looking at my cock standing hard at attention. I was going to do it! At least it seemed like a great idea at the time, but I really had no idea what I was getting myself into.

That pretty well sets the stage. So let’s come forward to the present. It has been 7 months since we moved into the apartment. 7 long months since I signed the contract and completely surrendered my freedom. Rick made me strip and kneel at his feet that night while I signed my name on the slave’s signature line. He walked behind me and placed a leather collar around my neck and locked it on. He attached a strap to it that hung down my back. Placed locking leather cuffs on my wrists and pulled them behind me attaching them in the middle of my back to the strap. Since that moment my hands have not been free at anytime accept while he changes restraints. Rick made me stand at attention and he slowly ran his hands over my body. His strength and look of total possession made my cock bounce to attention. “Are you going to miss getting to touch this?” He asked as he stroked my erect cock. “I can’t even imagine 13 months without getting to touch my cock. But trust me your hands will not be able to come anywhere near yours. You really are mine slave. (That was the first time he had called me that) For 13 months your body belongs to me. We are going to have fun.” Rick actually scared me with the look he had on his face. It finally hit me what I had committed myself to. Was I crazy, 13 months?

I opened my mouth to speak but Rick slapped my face. “A slave only speaks when given permission to. I have not given you permission.” With that he grabbed a leather gag and strapped it on, locking it in place. He made me stand there while he read our contract to me again. Pointing out every word. He reminded me that I had surrendered myself body and soul to him. He looked into my eyes and told me how much he loved me. The love in his eyes told me he really meant it. But he said this wasn’t some game. He fully intended to make me live up to our contract. He also said that he expected me to make him proud because he knew I loved him. To cement our new relationship he bent me over the coffee and proceeded to paddle my ass. He had only done this twice before in our entire relationship. However, in the months to come it certainly wasn’t to be the last. When he finished he told me he was going to show me my bedroom. I had assumed we would be sleeping together as we always had. But Rick led me into the second bedroom where we had set up his exercise equipment and our desk. We had earlier put our bondage toys in the walk in closet. Unbeknownst to me Rick had made some other improvements to the closet which was to become my room unless he wanted me in bed with him. He had hung all our things on one wall or had placed them on the shelves. On the other two walls he had found the studs and placed rings into them at various heights. In one corner he had placed a dog dish with water in it. Next to it was a small pillow and a blanket. I looked at them realizing that they were mine. God, what had I gotten myself into?

“Let’s get you ready for bed,” he said and lead me into the bathroom. He held my cock while I pissed. He also informed me I had better shit if I needed to as I wouldn’t be loose for awhile. He helped me sit on the toilet. When I was finished he wiped my ass. Never before in our bondage play had he done this. He had always let me loose when I needed to shit. “slave,” he said, “believe me I don’t enjoy this but as your hands are staying put where they are I really don’t have a choice.” My god, to think that I was going to have to rely on someone for the most basic bodily function. The thought scared me half to death.

Rick led me back to what was to be my room. He made me kneel on the floor and told me he was going to rebind my arms and I was to not attempt in any way to move them. Simply leave them where they were until he reached for them. He got a new toy we had not tried out yet. It was a full arm leather binder. It had a collar for my neck and then it laid down the length of my back. It allowed my arms to be laced tightly inside. He released my arms from where they were behind my back. As ordered I did not move them. He put the binder on me then moved my arms inside. He left my wrists locked together with the leather cuffs. He then began to lace the binder up. He lowered me onto my stomach so he could get better leverage to insure he got it as tight as possible. As my shoulders and elbows slowly came more and more together I realized this binder was going to be a very intense experience. Rick laced and pulled until I felt he was going to pull my arms out of the sockets. He felt around and realized he had the binder to tight and let the lacing off just a bit. He tied it firmly in place and then had me raise my ass up in the air. He inserted a butt plug the pulled my back to my knees then my feet. He helped me step into a pair of leather chastity shorts. He locked them at the waist and each thigh. Rick patted my leather covered dick and said, “Poor baby not attention tonight. However, just because you aren’t getting any doesn’t mean I can’t.” He made me kneel and removed my gag. He made me open his pants with my teeth and suck him until he cam. “Good boy,” he said as I slid the gag back into my mouth. He laid me out flat on my stomach on the floor. Grabbed a leg spreader and strapped my feet into it. He then attached it to a ring in the wall so I couldn’t move around during the night. He put the pillow under my head and covered me with the blanket. “Good night slave, sleep tight,” was the last thing I heard him say before he closed the door and turned off the light. As I laid there in the dark, all alone, I couldn’t help but think, what had I gotten myself into.

That was only the first night of a very long 7 months. 7 months into our contract I still am wondering what I got myself into. For 7 months my hands have been locked behind my back except for 3 short times each week when Rick chains them to his exercise machine for my workout. He likes my hard body and makes sure it stays that way. Most of the exercises still allow him to keep my hands locked behind me. But for the weight lifts he locks my hands to the weight bar. 15 minutes, 3 times a week are the only time I have seen my hands in 7 months. Rick showers my every other day. He says I really don’t do anything to get dirty. He uses metal handcuffs for that. He gets in the shower with me and lovingly washes my body. At the same time he shaves me from the waist down. The first time in the shower he decided I would look better with no pubic hair. I have to admit being shaved makes my cock and balls look even bigger than they are.

My cock and balls? For 7 months I have not touched them. I can look down my body at them, but the thought of being able to actually touch them sends shivers through my body. Perhaps that is because Rick touches them as little as possible. He only touches them when he washes and shaves them in the shower. Or when he is putting some sort of bondage device on them. Or hanging weights on my balls. Or using the new whip he purchased on them. Or applying clothes pins to them. Or dropping hot wax on them. Other than that they might as well not even exist. If he would even play with them once in awhile. Stroke them and caress them like he used to. But he simply ignores my hard cock and full balls. He tells me, though, that he likes me horny as it turns him on. And god is he turned on almost all the time. Obviously having me as his bondage slave keeps him in a constant state of arousal. I know it does me. He however gets to cum when ever he pleases. Sometimes it is mastrabating himself while he watches me struggle in an exceptionally stringent bondage position. But usually it is either in my hot eager mouth our my hot eager ass. In his defense I must add that he does allow me to cum every 2 weeks. How he arrived at that number I don’t know but I do know when he does let me cum it is not satisfying. He simply jacks me off. We used to have great sex. Now he gets great sex and I get quickly jacked off and I know I have another long 2 weeks to wait all over again. Going from almost daily to once every 2 weeks. My god I just didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I will admit that my constant state of arousal has the effect Rick desired. All I think about is him. How to make him happy. Am I pleasing him enough. Without him I would have no purpose in life. But then again without him I couldn’t even wipe my own ass right now, could I. A simple thing like putting a glass to your lips, how we take that for granted. Try going 7 months lapping water out of bowl, with no use of your hands. But, Rick is happy. He loves me. I want nothing anymore but to make him happy. I love him.

Sorry, I am digressing here. Last month I begged Rick to be allowed to use the computer during the day while he is in class. I needed something, I told him, or I was going to go crazy. I wanted to write down my experiences. He finally agreed and started giving me access to the computer, if you can call it that. The first day before he left for class he walked me over to the desk. I assumed he would perhaps cuff my hands in front of me so I could use the key board. Was I wrong! He had moved the key board and monitor onto the floor. He made me lay down on the floor and proceeded to hog tie me. He then put a gag in my mouth to which he had attached a small plastic piece that looked like a stub of a pencil. Rick showed me that by lifting my head up and holding it in a very uncomfortable position I could tap the keys on the keyboard with the plastic piece on my gag. He made me try it and I swear it took me 5 minutes to write my first sentence. But it was at least a start. I could type for a few minutes and then lay my head down to relax the muscles. He gave me a word count I was accomplish that first day. I was also required to be letter perfect in my spelling. Needless to say I did not do it. Rick made sure I was punished. The second day despite my aching ass I still didn’t make the required word count. Did he punish me? Let me just say that it was a Friday and he punished me ALL weekend. Believe me, Monday I made my required word count. In fact I did so well Rick decided to make it harder. He told me he likes an excuse to punish me. As I write this he has me tied in such a way that to reach the keyboard and hit a letter I must pull my balls until they feel like they are going to pull off. But, Rick has also informed that as this my night to cum if I fail to complete this story I will wait another 2 weeks. What a dilemma. Do I want my balls to ache from being yanked at all day long, or ache from being so full of cum they want to explode? Also knowing Rick if I fail I will be punished and he is getting more and more creative in hurting my body. My god I still have 6 months to go before our contract is up. I have written so much already, but Rick said he will decide what will go to the internet as my story. For all I know he will send a 10th of it if even that. All the work and pain I have put in to write this and knowing him no one will read but a 10th of my story he has made me tell.

Dear god, I hear Rick. He is home early! I can’t possibly finish my quota. It is a 2 week school holiday. Dear god 2 weeks to punish me for not doing as he expects. God am I fucked. Please help me——

The Auction

Winston Horton II started out that day like he did any other. Out of bed by five, twenty minutes on the Stair Master, shit shower and shave followed by the donning of his power suit, then two cups of coffee and one slice of dry wheat toast, and then an hour on the Internet before driving to his office.

His Internet ritual never varied; Email first, followed by the weather then the latest market listings, news, sports, and finally an online auction site that he monitored daily in search of rare and unique collectibles. He always clicked first on the newly listed items, and on that particular morning nearly shit his pants.

The picture that opened was that of a naked youngish man bent forward at the waist to allow an unobstructed rear view of his scrotum. The young man, or boy, or whatever he was had a small ruler wedged between his smoothly shaved thighs to give a reference to the size of his testicles. Beside it was a front view of the same young man. His legs were again spread and a hand was shown holding his cock up against a neatly trimmed pubic bush. The obvious heat in the room made the young man’s testicles hang luxuriously low and a single drop of perspiration hung like a pearl from a hair on the bottom of his scrotum. There were about a dozen other thumbnails that could be opened to full size pictures, but Winnie, as his few friends called him, ignored them to read the merchandise description.

“This auction is for two healthy disease free testicles that are currently on a nineteen year old adult white Caucasian. The winning bidder will have the privilege of removing or destroying them in whatever manner he chooses, with the stipulation that the removal must take place no farther than fifteen minutes drive from a medical facility. The auction price also includes ten days unrestricted use of the subject’s body, provided of course, that no other permanent injuries or scarring occurs. The minimum bid on this package is five hundred thousand dollars and the auction will run for one week only. Don’t miss this opportunity to expand your collection or to experience life’s ultimate power trip.”

Winnie opened a few more of the thumbnails and re-read the offering, and finally shed his Brooks Brothers coat and responded to the stirrings in his crotch. He unhooked his hand tooled leather belt, carefully lowered his sharply creased trousers and pushed his chair back to allow free access to his cock. He stroked slowly at first, taking the time to open another of the thumbnail pictures, them more rapidly as he began to ponder the possibilities, until he finally pumping with a speed and intensity that he’d last done as a teenager. His orgasm was like an explosion of white lava from a volcano, and having no towel or napkin in which to contain it, he abruptly stood up and turned to cast his pent up seed on the Persian carpet. He sagged back into his chair, breathing heavily, and was immediately disgusted by his adolescent act and also slightly pissed off that he was now running late.

He thought about the auction all during the drive to his office and he nearly ass ended the car in front of his before catching himself daydreaming. He could certainly afford to bid in the auction. He’d inherited several million dollars and had doubled that many times more developing and selling real estate. He had spent millions on his rather eclectic art collection and had no regrets in doing so. His wife had died many years ago and his only son had walked out of his life a year ago, right after graduating from High School.

He felt the acid boil in his stomach as he thought about that day. His son had been waiting for him, and as soon as Winnie came in the door Junior introduced him to a huge twenty-two year old black kid and announced that he and Ted were as of now life partners. Winnie’s idea of a good time didn’t include getting fucked in the ass or sucking dick, but he was tolerant of and respected other people’s peculiarities. He’d known for a long time that his son was different, but he’d assumed that the boy had enough sense to stay in the closet, get married, and produce an heir.

Winnie could have accepted a temporary liaison with a classmate but the kid went apeshit and fell in love with and older man, a nigger to boot. The memory of his delicate, fine boned son standing on his tiptoes to passionately kiss the nigger on the lips was still fresh in his mind, and the mere thought of what was probably a massive black cock pumping in and out of the smooth white ass that Winnie had at one time wiped, powdered, and diapered made him physically ill.

Junior also used that opportunity to drop another bombshell; he had no intention of going to any college, let alone the Ivy League school that Winnie had been grooming him for. Instead he and Teddy were moving to the South to ‘immerse themselves in the culture of the noble Afro-Americans by living in their traditional life style,’ whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Winnie had no intention of leaving his only child completely out in the cold, and he’d prepared a generous stock portfolio that he intended to present to his son for a twenty-first birthday present. He felt certain that by then the boy would be tired of living in squalor and would come to his senses and ditch his nigger boyfriend in favor of a better life.

Winnie thought about the auction for a while before deciding that he’d have his lawyers do some research. He knew some people that had gotten stung by on-line auctions but nobody had ever gotten the best of Winston Horton, II on a  deal.

Several time zones to the East, Winston Horton, III and Teddy were awakened by the strident chirp of their alarm clock. Although it was late in the morning local time, it was their usual time to rise and shine. They smiled at each other, then rolled out of bed and strode naked to the toilet where they spent the next half minute first chasing a spider around the bowl with their  streams, then playfully mingling the streams to form a single splash as they emptied their bladders in what had now became a morning ritual. They finished and then washed and carefully dried their cocks off before returning to bed.

“So, Hortie, you think your old man saw it?” Ted said, spreading his legs slightly.

“Oh yeah, he saw it all right,” Hortie replied, licking the inside of Teddy’s recently shaved thighs and lifting the long black cock out of the way to gain full access to his plump balls. “He probably jacked off as soon as he saw it and blew his wad all over his keyboard.” He paused long enough to retract his partner’s foreskin and run his tongue around the end of the rapidly inflating cock. “I spent eighteen years listening to him talk about ‘getting people by their balls’ and ‘cutting them off at the pockets’, and just looking at that collection of what he calls art almost makes me sick. There’s no way he could ever miss out on something like buying a guy’s balls.”

“You sure he’ll do it?” Teddy was still a little doubtful.

“He’s probably got his lawyers checking it out right now,” Hortie rubbed a generous dab of lubricant along Teddy’s shaft. “ He’ll make sure it’s legal, then he’ll want some more pictures and details,” Hortie said, rising to his knees and bending forward to place his forearms on the bed. “It’s the way he always does business.”

“I sure hope so, Hortie. I sure hope so,” Teddy replied, dragging his cock down the slender white boy’s back and into the crack of the smooth, hairless ass. “I’d sure hate to have him slip the meat to us, you know?”

Winnie’s lawyers got back to him late that day, giving him their opinion that the purchase would probably be legal provided he verified the donor’s age and got a written permission slip authorizing him to perform the . Winnie wasted no time in sending off an email to the auction site requesting more information and also more pictures, preferable of the young man’s face.

“So Hortie, what’s next?” Teddy asked, coming up for air. Hortie was on his back, knees bent and feet in the air. Teddy was crouched in front of him and had been alternating between licking Hortie’s cock, balls, and asshole, sticking his supple tongue as far into the orifice as humanly possible.

“I won’t send him a picture of my face but we’ll watch the bidding and wait.” Hortie answered, now breathing hard. Teddy had been holding him right on the edge or orgasm for over an hour, and when he came it was going to be one of the best ones ever. He’d been with girls and a couple of other guys, but Teddy could excite him in ways that he’d never dreamed were possible.

“What if, you know, someone else wins?” Hortie asked.

“Won’t happen, lover,” Hortie answered, “Once he figures out it’s me, there’s no way he’d let anyone take his only son’s balls.”

“He was mad enough to nut both of us last year.” Teddy commented before sucking both of Hortie’s balls into his wide mouth and slipping his index finger into Hortie’s ass. Hortie’s answer was choked off by his explosive orgasm and it was a full five minutes before he could again speak.

“If Dad doesn’t win the auction,” he murmured, “we just walk away. As long as we don’t take anyone’s money there’s no harm done, right?”

The next day Winnie’s email in-box included mail from the administrator of the auction answering some  Winnie had posed to the young man attached to the testicles that he was bidding on. The young man was in desperate need of money, and being as how he was a dedicated ‘bottom’ in a committed relationship, he had no further use for his balls. He would gladly send more pictures of the merchandise but none of his face, nor would he include any clue to his identity either before or after the purchase and subsequent removal of the gonads. As a side note, the young man added that he’d also received a proposal from an Oil Sheik who had reportably performed many castrations and had a reputation for cruelty. The Sheik was offering a million one hundred thousand to end the auction early.

“Did he go for it?” Teddy asked Hortie later the next day.

“I didn’t set the hook yet,” Hortie replied, showing Teddy the final picture. “Once he gets this he’ll cave though, that’s for certain. He promised Mom he’d never lay a finger on me, and once he figures that it’s me that he’s bidding on he’ll pony up a million and a quarter to keep me out of the Sheik’s evil clutches.”

Winnie’s email the next day included another picture and a message from the owner of the goods to the effect that although he really wanted a million five he would end the auction early if the bidder was an American. Winnie thought about it a long time and then opened the attached picture. It wasn’t very different from the others; just a simple rear view of the boy on his knees with his hand around the neck of his scrotum, tugging the balls downward as if presenting them for inspection. Winnie looked at the picture, caught his breath, and then sent it to his Photoshop program so he could enlarge it. His first impression he had when he saw the hand that was around the scrotum was correct. Prominently displayed on the ring finger was his grandfather’s old class ring. The same ring that Winnie had presented to his son on the day of his high school graduation.

Later that same day Hortie received an email from BsVd8690, his father’s auction identifier. Included was a voucher for a round trip plane ticket from anywhere in the US to Portland, Oregon. It also contained a draft of the contract that Hortie would be required to sign and a list of explicit directions. Hortie was to fly to Portland and check into the Holiday Inn under the assumed name of William Rogers. The room was prepaid and the desk clerk would have a package for waiting for him, which included the contract, a leather hood, padded restraints for his hands and feet, and an account number and verification code for the offshore bank where the funds were on deposit. He would read and sign the contract, put on the hood and restraints, and fasten himself spread-eagle on the bed. The purchaser would then enter at precisely Noon, verify that the contract had been correctly executed, then consummate the deal, after which the purchaser would make the call releasing the money and summon an ambulance, if necessary.

“Jeez, Hortie,” Teddy said as they read the message, “he sounds pretty serious”

“I’ve seen it before,” Hortie answered. “It’s just the way he does business. Dot all of the I’s and cross all the T’s, that sort of thing. Don’t worry, it’ll all work out.”

“I’d just hate to lose these things,” Teddy answered, pulling Hortie’s shorts down and fondling the white boy’s balls, which he considered were as much his as Hortie’s.

Hortie ended the auction, much to the disappointment of the Sheik, and made preparations to travel. The next day he was in Portland, where he checked into the Hotel and went to the room to wait. The door opened exactly at noon and his father confidently strode into the room. “Shit!” I should have known that this would all be one of your schemes!” Winnie said, turning towards the door to leave the room.

“Dad, wait!” His son pleaded. “Yeah, it was kind of rotten, I’ll admit. But we really do need the money. If you won’t give it to me them I’ll just start the auction up again and let the chips fall where they may. Is that what you want?”

Winnie sat on the side of the bed and thought a long time before answering his son. “I promised your mother that I’d never lay a finger on you, and I guess that promise still holds. The money is yours. Take it and may it bring you happiness. There is one thing though.”

“What?” Hortie asked, elated that his plan had worked.

“Sign the contract,” Winnie said, taking the gold plated Parker from his pocket. “You can’t transfer the money unless I present the bank with the signed contract.”

“Okay,” Hortie answered, “Fair enough, I guess.” It always came down that way with his dad. Business first and foremost, everything else could wait.

“Okay, that’s that. I guess, but you could do one other thing for me.” Winnie said.

“What’s that?” Hortie was willing to bend a little, after all. He was now one and a quarter million dollar richer.

“Let me realize at least a little of my ,” Winnie pleaded. “Please, strip down and put on the restraints. Let me see what I missed out on.”

Goddamned old pervert, Hortie thought. And he has the nerve to think that I’m screwed up. Well, I guess he earned it. “Okay,” Hortie replied, shedding his clothing and fastening the manacles around his wrists and ankles. “Anything else.”

“Flop down on the bed, Winston, and let me look at you.” In a matter of seconds Winnie had clipped the restraints into the pre-installed eyebolts on the ends of the bed. He had to admit that his son had a magnificent body. He still had the inherent slimness and fine features of a youth. His flaccid cock drooped lazily over the large testicles that sagged heavily between his hairless thighs. Winnie couldn’t resist reaching out and gently grasping his son’s balls and rolling them around between his fingers and hefting them, as if comparing them to his own. His inspection of his son’s balls was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Dad!” Hortie said, suddenly embarrassed by his nudity and compromising position. Winnie ignored his son and went to answer the door.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” Winnie said cordially, as the Sheik entered the room. The Sheik merely nodded, then strode to the bed and looked at Hortie for a few minutes before reaching down and roughly squeezing the unprotected balls hard enough to elicit a cry of pain from the boy.

“Very good, Mr. Horton.” The Sheik’s English was impeccable. “The money is in this suit case. One million, five hundred thousand dollars, as agreed. Do you wish to count it?”

“There is no need, Your Highness, we are both men of honor.” Winnie replied, picking up the suitcase and heading for the door. After his son ended the auction Winnie had contacted the Sheik and sold the contact on his son. Subtracting the auction’s commission he’d cleared slightly under two hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for a few hours work. Perhaps his son, once free of the aberrant hormones that ruled his body, would ditch the jungle bunny and return to school and get his degree. Hell, with the kind of money he now had he could even get his Masters.