Chapter 1

My head was full of ideas of how this was going to play itself out. Due to myriad reasons I found myself in the seaport town of Petershead in Scotland. The collegiate professor who had approved this "summer write" shared my love for remote villages off the beaten path. It seemed the perfect environment to complete my thesis and underscore my theory of selective mating practices. And where better to watch the locals play their game than a small bar all but hidden from the casual public on a run-down wharf in the heart of the harbor.

It was here that, two weeks to the day, it happened. I was just beginning to see the patterns of selection as "relationships" were weaved and consummated... then weaved again. I had become "backdrop" in the bar... just a curiosity. A college kid hiding from a "drug-bust" back home who needed to stick around till things cooled off... presumably the summer. This story worked and no further embellishment was necessary. It worked until I got too close and confided in a cute 25 year old redhead with breasts so firm they barely moved when she gyrated on the makeshift dance floor atop the two tier floor system. The fact that Mary was the ex-girlfriend of Stu, king of the bar, should have kept me away. Stu was huge. Almost 6'5" of pure Scottish meat. His arms were bigger than my legs. His hair was beyond shoulder length and he sported a scar that ran from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. It was said his dad gave it to him in return for some time spent with his mother in his father's bed. He bragged that nothing was off limit to his wishes. All of us in the bar believed him and steered clear. He took what he wanted from everyone. If you played in his world you paid him a price... there were to be no exceptions. Me included.

So it was that late night of August. The bar was packed. Sweaty, smoky & raunchy. Sometime past 1:00AM I found myself sitting at his table staring at Mary who was being fondled by half our table of 5 guys. Sitting on Stu's knee, legs akimbo and panties wet with hope she was mildly grinning at me... kind of a trance... her head filled with visions I couldn't even guess at. Too soon I would know. Stu pounded his empty bottle hard on the table and turned to look at me with slits for eyes. "Bucko" he says (my bar name). "Mary tells me that you're a writer... not a god dam asshole student... that true?" I flushed and turned to search Mary's face for the truth of what he knew. Mary had that "cat that ate the canary" look. Stu went on... "Is it true?... are you writing a book on how we fuck"? I was silent... muttering but silent. "Well bucko... it's time you got a real inside look. Grab him boys!" Before I could fully stand up they had me secured by two guys on a side and one to my rear. The bar went silent. Stu had the floor.

" Bucko... you're gonna really find out exactly how we do it... real close... real personal. We don't like spies and we hate college guys... lucky for you Mary spoke up for you or you'd be fishmeat by morning. Boys stripp'm. Knives appeared on all sides. Clothes were cleaned off me like the fish were scaled. I was naked and held spread eagle for all to see. My cock shriveled and my nuts pulled up tight. Mary was laughing. "Oh look at his school kid dick... my little 8 year old brother has a bigger one". She reached out and grabbed it all... pulling hard. My screams were hoarse... it sounded more like a whine. After several yanks I was begging for mercy. The guys were laughing. "Stu"... Mary quizzed..."why don't you "pin him"? "Show him how we treat punks". Stu smiled..."It's been awhile... not since that cute female cab driver showed up from the big port... have we "pinned us a butter-fly". Ok boys bend him over the table and get us some fishing rope.

I was in shock. Over thirty people in the bar and no one had called the law or moved to help. In fact they were moving around to get better seats for the "show". Mary moved up to my face... held my ears with two hands and stared to lick my eyes. Big sloppy licks full of spit and mouth juice. She whispered to me "Let it go... let it all go... or you won't survive. Relax. give in to it... ride it... wallow in it... but don't fight it". With that she passed her phlegm into my mouth then held my nose so I had to swallow. By now I was frantic... fighting with all I had but I was only succeeding in wearing myself to a tired lump. The arms that held me were like iron.