i was on the wooden porch of the new room at dads house. I was heading inside. This large, bear-ish black man stopped me with a mischeivous toothy grin. Do you want to play? I said sure and he put a black collar on me, and gestured with his hands--I complied, putting my hands behind my back as if they were handcuffed. Then he tickled my ribs so suddenly I cried out and brought my hands around to the front. He tsked at me, and I dutifully put my hands back behind my back again. I was getting hard and juicy. He said You will call me the Minister, and I said yes Minister. The lankier, taller black guy to my left looked on, grinning.