This was the last place I could trace my son's location Myron screamed in a demanding tone to the old lady.
Now what was your name again?
Madame Illusia!
Well mam I know something happened here. The crowd seemed to surge with a low laughter.
Look here you will tell me what you know or I am going to shut you down.
Well sir it is very easy. Come with me and I will tell you.
For some reason Myron calmed down and followed the lady up the steps to the stage and went behind the curtain.
Now sir don't you feel all hot and bothered?
Yea I guess I do but you would too if it was your son that was missing.
I guess you are right. But why don't you just take off your jacket.
Now Madame Illusia seemed to have a good point there.
And isn't that tie a little tight?
It had never felt that way before but for some reason it seemed to choke him at that moment. He loosened the
tie and put it on the back of the chair over the coat he had carefully placed on the back.
You know sir you seem to be on your feet all the time. Don't those shoes hurt?
Everything she said seemed to be true and soon his shoes were sitting next to the chair.
Off came his shirt and undershirt and pants and socks and Madame Illusia asked him to take a seat.
As she pulled the cord on the curtain he sat in the middle of the stage almost naked just his tighty whities
sitting in the chair looking out at the audience.
Now who is my first bidder. Madame Illusia called out. We have a nice specimen here. How about a few years to
start with.
A young man in his teens said I bid $10 for $10 years. Sold Madame Illusia shouted out. And Myron became
younger and the boy went past his teens into his mid 20's. Great now I can drink legally.
Who would like to bid on the next item up for sale. I want 10 years too another young man said. Younger than
the first one. One more bid on some years and Myron was now 20 years old.
Now ladies and gentlemen any more and he will be too young to teach a lesson.
Now how about this fine flesh.
I'll bid $5 for that anyone want to share on that? Five others got in on the deal and soon Myron was tatooed
head to toe and pierced in places he had only remembered as a child.
Looking good. Now how about this attitude we have here lets see who wants to trade some of this dominance for
a little submission.
A girl from the back of the room said I will.
Oh now excellent. Madame Illusia said.
Now who would like to buy a new background. A thug from the corner said I'll take that. He had been in prison
several times and should be in now but he traded that with Myron too and the police were now hot on his trail.
Any other takers? Madame Illusia asked.
Me. A rather rotund man waddled up.
Well now what would you like to trade.
The man looked down at himself and said how about all this.
Madame Illusia smiled and soon Myron's body began to inflate showing off the tatoos in much more graphic
display.
Now how about some new clothes. Madame Illusia produced a 4xl set of bib overalls and asked him to get
dressed. She had some shit covered rubber boots and told him to put that on.
Now his face was still rather hansom. The weight had rounded out his jowls and he no longer had a neck but as
he stepped out the door the cops were waiting for him.
It was a lengthy trial but even he was unable to dispute the charges and was put in jail for 10 years.
It isn't normal for a white man to be put in with a black man but it seemed to be destined for Myron to be in
the same cell as this big black man. A man he had manipulated the charges against and got sent away for a
crime he hadn't committed.
Neither Myron nor his cellmate knew who each other was but Myron's submissive side came out and that night
Myron's virgin hole was well worn. Myron had 10 years of abuse by his cell mate and his buddies.