I turned and led the group down the trail, across the stream, and back to the car. There was only one other vehicle there. It had to be Harry's. One look at the jeep's license plate confirmed it. It said, "NATRLVR" I laughed at that, and shook my head. What a guy!
At the car, the guys all climbed into their shorts and shirts, leaving me naked and hard. I tried to take it good naturedly, and once again part of me loved it and part of me feared it.
Once in the car, I got to sit in the passenger seat next to Hank. I closed my eyes as he started the car and backed up. And promptly fell asleep. I guess I was tired for many reasons.
I dreamed of being the center of attention at college. I was standing in the cafeteria naked and hard. Some people were laughing and jeering, and others were giving me cat calls of encouragement. I walked up to a table to the guys that were encouraging me to stroke it, and began to stroke for them. I was lost in the lust of the moment, and couldn't believe I was doing this. I looked at the table and there was Jim from the photo department, Mikail, the tattooed guy from the shower, Todd, and Billy. They were all leering and reaching towards me. Billy wanted to stroke my cock and Mikail wanted to fuck me.
I crawled up on the table as they cleared the trays; hands were all over me and I began to pant with excitement. My heart was racing, and I let out a moan as the hands began to caress my body.
"Wake up," I heard, and felt someone pushing my shoulder. I came out of my dream, with Hank shaking my shoulder. I flushed red as I thought of what I had been dreaming. I looked down, and I was hard and wet. Hank reached up and rubbed my head. "That must be some dream you were having."
I blushed again and looked around. We were parked in the lot at the dorm, and there were people walking around. I looked for something to cover myself, and Hank just chuckled again.
My clothes were passed up to me and I quickly fought to get them on. The emotions were once again tumbling around inside. I really needed to get my head around these things. When I had managed to pull my shorts on and trap my cock and pull on a t-shirt, Hank reached back and brought up a bag and handed it to me. It was a bag of fast food, and it smelled great!
Then I stopped, and my mouth dropped open, and I looked at Hank with fear and astonishment. "Please tell me you covered me when you got these!"
Hank was laughing again and shook his head. I punched him on the shoulder and said, "Asshole!" I was mad to be put on exhibition without being aware of it. My cock twitched as I thought of being on display for anyone at the drive through window.
I grabbed the bag, my camera, opened the door, jumped out, and slammed the car door. I headed back to the dorm in a petulant mood. I didn't know how to respond to this. I felt that Hank had betrayed me, taken advantage of me, and used me. I felt shamed and hurt.
I went upstairs to our room, slammed the door, and sat at my desk. The smell of the French fries was getting to me and my stomach growled. But my stomach was also in knocks at being mad, upset and wrought with emotion.
I opened the fridge and got out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a long swallow. I wondered if something stronger would help me. But I didn't want to go there. I sat back down, opened the bag, and dug out a French fry. I chewed on it and tried to replay what had happened in my mind.
I began to think that it was a combination of the morning, the dream, and the incident with the drive through that was conflicting. All the trust I had put in Hank - I felt he had betrayed me, and all the ways I had so protected myself had been exposed. Prior to this week, I had never let anyone know how I felt, what I liked, or what I wanted. Sure, I had looked at every guy who was around, but I thought I had always done it unobtrusively.
I had always been so paranoid about what people would think. And all my experiences in school had taught me never to let anyone in, because every time I thought I could trust someone, they turned around and used it against me.
It had risen to the surface at the lake, being surrounded by the laughing guys, and had been reinforced when Hank had brought attention and shame to me without my approval. And I felt dumb now that I had given so much to him. He had responded with all the right words and actions and really gotten to me.
I was in such a funk. I had poured out my heart to the guy, and I really trusted him. I wanted him to be the one. Of course, I would go head over heals for the first guy that I had sex with. Wasn't that the way the movies always went? Kid falls in love with the first girl he sleeps with.
I was wallowing in self pity and I knew it. It is something that I have done many times, and I understand that it doesn't accomplish anything, but fuck, it felt good. My mom had often..., Oh shit! I needed to call my mom. I found my cell phone and left the room. I didn't want Hank walking in while I was on the phone with her. I went down the hall to the common room.
I hit speed dial and waited for her to answer. I checked the time and saw that she should be home by now. She answered with "Kyle, are you okay?" Caller ID. I had called her cell.
"Yes, mom, I am fine." She asked about each and every one of my classes and how I was doing in them and what the assignments were. She asked if I was eating right, getting exercise, etc.
Then she asked how my roommate was and I said he was fine, but she could tell something was wrong. "No, really he is fine. Just taking time to get to know him." It had a taken a week, I thought to myself.
I promised I would call more often and she promised to send a care package tomorrow. She ended the call with her constant sign off, "Love you and have fun."
My throat tightened with emotion as I promised that I would. I had been ready to say `I love you' to Hank. What a fool I had been. After I hung up, I sat there for a bit, reviewing the week. It had rushed by and so much had happened. And at the center of each and everything that had happened there was Hank.
Hank helping me earn money, but taking pictures of me jerking off on underwear to sell. Signing me up for modeling for the photography department. Doing exercises every morning and making me study. Had he really done it all so he could make me the butt of some exhibitionist prank?
He had been right there in the thick of it; doing many of the same things I had done, hadn't he? He had said he cared about me, so why would he do something to hurt me? And I so liked it when he was in charge. Ever since my dad died, I had been making the decisions in the house. My mom would ask me what I wanted for dinner each night, what I wanted to watch on TV, what color dress she should buy, etc.
In high school, I wanted to follow. I wanted my instructors to point me in the right direction. At first I sought out guys that were the big shots on campus, guys that other guys looked up to. I thought they would provide direction. But they always seemed to lead me into something that ended up embarrassing me.
I saw them do it to other guys, and it seemed that it was kind of a part of their role in the group, but for me it seemed to be a way to set me up for ridicule or embarrassment. There was never a follow up of patting on the back and saying, "You really pulled that one off," or anything.
Each joke or prank seemed to follow me around for days, with people pointing at me and snickering, or looking at me in a way that I knew meant they were talking about me. All of that, coupled with my awareness that I was also an outcast because I was more interested in guys, really caused my paranoia to grow.
So I just kept to myself more and more. I liked on-line gaming because I would go into some fantasy world and be part of some Avatars group. I would never lead, I would just become part of a group, doing whatever I could to assist in destroying an ogre or to accomplish the mission.
And I liked to swim, but wouldn't go out for the team. I was really frightened of having to be in a changing room with a bunch of guys, or walking around in a skimpy bathing suit. I had only had P.E. in my freshman year, just to get it over with.
My thoughts turned back to Hank. I was overwhelmed with emotions again. Man, I like having sex with him. He was so perfect! And in so many ways. Why did he have to turn out to be just like the other guys?
The thought of sex brought back with a rush all the shit we had done in the week. How I had not only come out to him, but done things in front of others. Stuff I would have never thought I would do. And I did like being on display. The thought just made my cock swell. I think part of it was a bit of humiliation, if I was to be honest with myself. Having to do something in front of others wasn't so much an act of exhibitionism for me as much as it was an act of submission.
Fuck, I was becoming a fucking Freud here analyzing myself! I laughed at myself as I reached up to wipe my eyes. What a fucking mess I was! I was sitting here, crying, hard as a rock, and laughing at myself as well!
Shit! It was my room too. I couldn't stay away forever. I was resolved to go to my room, return the camera, and return to my self-appointed hermit status. I would let Hank do his thing and I would do mine. I would give Jim back the camera. I couldn't let him do that for me. I would give Hank back the money he had paid when he doubled my payments for modeling.
I was resolved to be alone. But another part of me wanted to give Hank another chance. I wondered if I would be setting myself up for another pratfall if I did. The thought of him made me ache for the taste of him, the taste of his cock, and the taste of his cum. Emotions ripped over me again as I stood and squared my shoulders. I vacillated as I walked back to the room. Would I give him another chance or would I take my balls and go home, so to speak. That made me chuckle again. At the door to my room, I wiped my face, and snuffed up the snot in my nose. I shook my head at myself. I was such a fucking mess.
Putting a smile on my face, I opened the door and walked in. Hank was at his desk, but he leaped up as I entered and, naked of course, came over to me. He pushed the door shut behind me. I closed my eyes and took in the smell of him as he stood close to me. Damn, I wanted him so bad! I lost it again and started bawling.
"Hank, why did you ruin it for us?" I stood there and waited. I opened my eyes and through the water, saw him standing inches from me watching my face. His eyes roved over my face, as if he was trying to see into my head.
I wanted him and needed him and I wanted to forgive him and I wanted to kick him and I wanted to hug him and I wanted to kick him in the nuts. "Why?"
"First," Hank said very tenderly. "I have not a fucking clue as to what you're talking about. And two, you had me freaking out when you took off. And three, I care about you. I have told you that! And when I realized you weren't joking or something, I tried to figure out what I did to hurt you."
He reached out then and encircled me with his arms and pulled me close to him. He squeezed tight and I brought my arms up and squeezed him back, my tears rolling down onto his shoulder. Everything came out then, more than at any other time with him. I was crying because he did care for me. I was crying because my dad died and left me alone. I cried for all the things that had a happened to me in the past that had made me such a fucked up mess.
He just let me go; he didn't try to stop me. He just held on to me, which was wonderful. I remembered my dad doing that to me, holding me until the hurt went away. I don't remember my mom ever doing that after my dad died. And I cried about that as well.
Finally, there was no more. As I began snuffing down to the end, Hank let go, reached over and pulled out several tissues, and handed them to me. He kept one hand on my shoulder as he did this. I took the tissues and blew my nose noisily. I had to laugh at the sounds. I wiped my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling a bit and nodding.
I reached over and grabbed a couple more. I blew my nose again and wiped my face. When I was done, Hank took me by the shoulders and held me at arms length. "Now what the fuck is going on?" He wasn't mad; he was smiling, and I knew he meant it then.
I shook my head and said, "It doesn't matter any more," I said meaning it.
"No, tell me what I did, so I won't do it again." He looked me in the eyes and said, "I don't want to hurt you. I care about you." He shook his head and said, "I can't understand it myself. I have known you only a week and you have come to be such a part of my life. I really couldn't figure out what it was going to be like if you weren't in my life." He smiled wider, "You have really put me under your spell, as the saying goes."
I had cried it all out; there wasn't any more. Had there been, his words might have started it again. I worked my throat and tried to make the words. "Drive through," I managed.
He looked puzzled for a moment, and then shook his head. "You think I drove through the drive through with you naked, hard, and your dick drooling?" I nodded.
He clapped me on the shoulder. "I might have led you to believe that by denying it. But if I am going to put you on display or let you put yourself on display (there is a distinction), then I want you to be aware of it. I parked the car and sent Jim in to get the stuff." He smiled, "You must have been having a wild dream because your cock was twitching in your lap and you were leaking." He smiled. "I was enjoying being able to sit there and watch you sleep and see you obviously off in some sex dream."
His smile got a bit smaller as he said, "So when you asked if I covered you while we got the burgers, I could say no and mean it. But before I could explain, you punched the shit out of my arm, told the world I was an asshole, and went storming off." I started to say something, and he stopped me, "No, let me finish. I was teasing you, but I didn't mean to hurt you, and it wasn't my intention to hurt or embarrass you." He paused again and added, "I care too much about you to do either of those things."
"Thank you," was all I could manage at the time. Just then my stomach rumbled and he laughed.
"Didn't you eat?" He looked over saw the bag, looked inside. He shook his head and said, "Let's go get you something to eat." I stood and watched then as he dressed. I licked my lips at the site of his beautiful body. I wanted more of it! I wondered if I could live on cum alone!
We went out and drove to a diner off campus. He ordered for me, but then checked to see if that was okay. I nodded. I drank water like a man returning from a day in the ocean. He smiled, and I enjoyed it.
The food arrived and I dove into it, and then remembered his instructions, and slowed down. Between bites, I managed to share with him more about what had happened in high school and how fucked up I was. He listened and talked when he needed to. I told him things about myself I had never told anyone else. I held nothing back this time. I tried to remember every wild and perverted thing I had ever thought or done.
Over and over he shook his head, either to empathize with me or to tell me it wasn't perverted or beyond the "norm." It felt so good to tell so much of what I had kept bottled up inside me for so long. We sat and talked until the waiter asked us to leave. Then we just walked around town talking and sharing.
Hank shared more about life with his brothers and how they had been there for him, but how sometimes it seemed like they were smothering him. We talked and shared like we had never done before. I had shared snippets of my feelings, but had never trusted him with everything. I had decided to trust him completely and I know he did me as well.
He shared his thoughts about deciding he was gay and how he had thought that made him some kind of outcast as well, but he had found that his brothers and family were supportive. In fact, he said, he was surprised that there was even support and less ridicule than expected in his high school.
He talked about how he had learned that every guy that feels, decides, or knows that he is gay, thinks that he is the only one, and thinks that he has to face it alone. He had shared this with enough other guys that he finally had decided to start a gay straight alliance at his high school. This blew me away! He laughed and said, "I guess many of the students thought that if some jock could admit he was gay, then he couldn't be all bad!' He had laughed at that and said, "Not that being the science geek or the computer nerd made it any different when you were gay!"
He hmphed and said, "But I guess I wasn't as together as I thought, because I was all set to set myself apart and be some hard ass. I just thought that I had to be tough here on college and that if anyone knew right away that I was gay or cared about things, that I would not fit in." He laughed and smiled, "And as much as I had talked about not caring about fitting in, I ignored my own counsel. And you proved it to me!"
We got in the car and drove back to the dorm. In the room, we stripped and got into bed. He lay behind me and held me and we talked on and on into the night. At some point the sentences got further and further apart, until we drifted off to sleep. I felt so comfortable and so complete; I slept without any fearful dreams. I slept very soundly. Possibly better than I had in a long time.
Time, like gas, passes and we fell into a routine, running, studying, going to classes and studying each other. Tuesday night we had the photo shoot with Thomas and Mikail. I was eager to see Mikail naked again. And wondered what Thomas had in mind for us this time. Last time with him, he had us pretend to be fucking; now I was willing to let Hank actually do it while he took pictures. What would Thomas think about that?
Jim, in the office, paid no attention to his precious computer this time as the three of us stripped in preparation for the session. I think he sensed something between Hank and I as I caught him smiling at us as I put my hand on Hank's shoulder, while I took off my shorts, to steady myself. I smiled and surprised myself by not blushing. I liked that!
However, that sense of ease was to end soon. I watched Mikail stand and slip on his thin robe. His hair was longer than Hank's, and seemed denser as well. Then Hank and I followed Mikail into the studio. It had been completely transformed since the last time I had seen it.
There was black leather everywhere. Benches of it, tables covered in it. The lighting was angled up from the floor, creating stark shadows. The next thing I noticed was the wooden X running floor to ceiling in one area of the room. Then I noticed the eye bolts at the top and a set of matching ones at the bottom.
My stomach tightened as I looked over and saw on a table an assortment of leather straps, chains, hand cuffs, and other pieces of equipment I didn't recognize. There was also an assortment of dildos and what I now knew as butt plugs. The size of some of them was scary, and made my hole tighten.
"Ah, gentlemen, my pleasure" Thomas said, and gestured to the room. "Tonight we are going to photograph what some might consider a dark side of sex: bondage and discipline and submission and authority. And with three of you, there will be no clear cut dominate one to begin with. As we photograph and explore, that might become clearer."
He walked over to us and spoke in a quite matter of fact tone. "I have worked with each of you on different shots. This is the first time you will work together. You know my work deals with sex and, in particular, man to man sex. And while in past sessions we have played at this and pretended or acted according to my direction, tonight will be different."
He paused, and I wondered if it was just to add to the drama. "I am going to push your limits and there WILL be man to man sex tonight. Some of it may be rough, some of it may be things you have never done. And quite honestly, some of it may be stuff you don't want to do."
He looked at each of us then. "So here's the deal. If you stay in the room, there is a 'no holds barred' and you will do as I direct. If you do not feel comfortable with that, now is your chance to leave. You can go and it will not reflect on any future assignments or in anyway with your status or grades at this institution."
He smiled a bit, "Think of it as the students who volunteer for tests in the psychology department. Some of those tests are not very enjoyable. If you agree, I will lock the doors and Jim will be sent home. The building will then be empty and we will be the only ones here." I felt a bit of sweat trickle down from my right armpit. "And I am doubling your pay for the evening."
I looked over at the X. He saw my glance and nodded, "Yes, some of you will be restrained and when you are, you will be subject to whatever I decide. You will not have a choice, nor will there be a safe word. I need real expressions; I need realism for the pictures to mean something."
"So gentlemen, what is your decision? Individually -- no majority here. If you decide no, you leave now; if you decide yes, you stay through to the end." He looked at each of us and then looked again at Mikail.
Mikail smiled, a bit nervously, I think. Not quite as confident as I had seen him before. "My girlfriend will probably kill me if she every found out about this, but hell yes, I am up for anything!" I thought I could almost read his mind, `I'll show him, I'll fuck these guys until they are begging for it.' I don't know why I thought that about him, but he just seemed to have an arrogant, macho way about him.
Thomas nodded and then looked at Hank. Hank looked at me and said, "I am fine with this, but only if Kyle is fine with it. I will not do it without him." That made me feel great, but it put the whole burden on me! And I hated making decisions!
So I thought for a moment, and I thought that Hank would want to do it. He was always telling me I should try new things. I knew he would be there and would look out for me. I trusted him now. I nodded, and then said, "Yes, I will do it."
"Okay then," Thomas said, and walked over to the office door. He opened it and said, "Okay, Jim you can head out. Make sure the outside door is locked when you leave." He closed the door then. He took out some keys and used one in the lock. I heard it snap, and a twinge of fear went through me.
He came back over to us. "Okay, out of your robes." I undid the tie and pulled mine off, knowing that my cock was already swelling. I had images of me in various positions with Hank, and Thomas taking pictures of it.
We stood around with our hands on our hips as Thomas arranged his camera. I was well aware that I was the only one that was getting ready for the session. Mikail looked at me and then looked over to Thomas.
"Okay, let's start over here with Hank. Step over here would you?" Hank walked over and stood where indicated. Thomas put a strap around Hank's right wrist and cinched a buckle tightly. He repeated the process with the other wrist. Hank looked up at me and smiled. He always seemed to be having fun.
Then Thomas knelt and applied a strap to each of his ankles. When he was done, he stood up, looked at us and said, "Did you see how that was done?"
I nodded, and Mikail, with his arms folded in front of him, said, "Yep."
Thomas then picked up a ball, with straps attached. Hank smiled and opened his mouth as Thomas placed the ball in his mouth and cinched it behind his head. Hank couldn't smile now and I didn't see the smile in his eyes. Then he saw me and blinked his eyes. He was telling me he was okay.
Thomas moved Hank a bit, and when I thought he was going to move him over to the X, he simply raised Hanks hand and clipped the wrist strap to an eye bolt in the ceiling. He did the same on the other side. Then he bent and moved Hank's legs apart and clipped his ankles to bolts attached to the floor. His legs were now stretched out, and Hank was spread wide.
"Okay, Mikail, you move over here." Mikail moved over and I saw the look on his face; he was smiling, thinking of what he was going to do to Hank. "If you will just get down on your knees here; I need him nice and hard." Mikail knelt and, now eye level with Hank's cock, reached up and began playing with Hank's cock.
Thomas moved around with the camera, made adjustments, and then said, "Now use your mouth." Mikail blinked, and then leaned in and licked the head of Hank's cock. Hank's cock responded, and swelled a bit.
I was torn; I wanted to be there tasting Hank's cock, but I was fascinated watching Mikail work on his cock. He had mentioned a girl friend, but he didn't seem to be bothered by tasting another man's cock.
Mikail moved in and took more of Hank's cock, and more of Hank's cock swelled. I tried to see if this was having any effect on Mikail's cock, but couldn't see it. Hank's cock was soon standing up pointing at the ceiling. He called me Sir Everhard, but he certainly had his own sword.
Thomas had Mikail move away then. He then gave Mikail a leather cord. "Tie his balls so they are tight down in the end of his sack." I noticed that Thomas wasn't being as clinical with his words this time.
I watched Hank's face as Mikail wound the cord, forcing his balls to a nice shiny bunch at the bottom of his sack.
He then brought over a small leather covered rod. He took hold of my arm. He began tapping lightly with it. "Do you see how lightly I am doing this?"
I nodded, then said, "Yes,"
"I want you to use that same pressure and speed on Hank's balls." That seemed it would be alright. I knelt in front of Hank's shiny balls and rigid cock and began the tapping, making sure that I was doing it softly.
"Mikail, now I want you to use your index finger and gently flip it across his nipples. That's it; use both hands." He picked up his camera and began taking pictures. He focused in and caught what I was doing. The lighting was quite dramtic, and I could see how the shadows would play. Then he got pictures of the fingers on the nipples. Next he moved up and began shooting Hank's face.
I looked up and noticed a sheen of sweat forming on his face. I saw the muscles in his legs flexing, tightening up, and then relax and then tighten up again. His nipples were now swollen and standing out prominently. A pearl of precum formed at the end of his cock and stayed there.
We had been at it for several minutes when I heard Hank's breathing change. He began panting around the gag. I looked up at him and saw the sweat was rolling down his sides now, and he was dripping from his face as well. I couldn't imagine what the problem was.
His legs would now stay tense longer, the muscles standing out in relief. I saw his arms were clenched as well. He had squeezed his eyes shut, and whimpers began to escape from around his gag. I saw that he was biting into it deeply. I could tell he was in agony, but it didn't make sense to me.
Thomas had focused on catching the expressions on Hank's face. Finally, he said, "The repetition of the tapping begins to build up over time ,and it becomes like a brutal blow the longer it progresses." I instantly stopped what I was doing. Then I looked at Thomas. He nodded. I stood up then and watched as he used two clothespins on Hank's nipples. "It is important to get a bit of the back skin the first time this is done. Otherwise the pain would be too intense to begin with." He did it very carefully, but still Hank's body tensed as he did that. He panted around his gag again.
Thomas handed me a tube of Bengay. "Apply a small dab to the shaft well below the head, and then just a bit to his nuts." I looked from him to Hank's face, where his eyes were squeezed shut and down to his hard cock that had a string of clear liquid stretching out from it.
When I opened the cap, I got the wintergreen smell immediately. I squeezed out just a bit and smoothed it around Hank's rigid cock, and then I reached back for another dab and smeared it on his balls.
I put the cap on, handed it back to Thomas, and stood up. This time I looked over at Mikail. He was watching Hank intently. I looked down and saw that Mikail's cock had swollen and grown. It was long and thick, thicker than Jared's. I think the thickness made it look not as long as Jared's. It wasn't yet pointing at the ceiling, but it was definitely growing. Did this turn him on? And if so, what part?
I heard a sharp intake of breath and turned to look at Hank. He was stretching up on his toes, and Thomas was engrossed in getting shots. I wanted to know what he was experiencing. I wanted to take it from him. I didn't want him to have to suffer.
Thomas left Hank there for a moment and moved over to us. "Okay, you two over here." We moved over to where he indicated. "Mikail, I want you to put the leather wrist straps on Kyle. Then the ankle straps, and then the gag. Then clip him to that X." Thomas picked up his camera and went back to Hank, who was now shaking as he tensed in his restraints. "Relax," Thomas told him, "and go with the burn. Release the tension from your muscles and it will be easier to bear." Hank went limp then and nodded his head.
Meanwhile, Mikail was putting the leather straps on me. I had some trepidation, now that it was going to be me that was restrained. My heart was beginning to speed up, even before he moved me over to the X.
I felt Mikail's cock brush against me as he lifted my arms and clipped them to the bolts high up on the wood. He was going about this as if was just a job for him. I hadn't seen him become involved or affected yet.
Thomas came back when Mikail had me in position. I was breathing in bursts around the ball in my mouth. I felt sweat trickle down my side again. Thomas stood in front of me and looked me in the face. He raised his camera with one hand and with the other reached up and took my right nipple in his left thumb and forefinger. He concentrated on my face and then began to apply his thumbnail down into my nipple, forcing it against his finger on the other side. My eyes went wide as the electric shock of what he did jolted through my body. I had never felt such pain.
I panted around the gag, and he took several shots as he steadily increased the pressure and sawed with his nail back and forth. He removed his fingers, and I blew quick breaths out around the gag, and looked at him with real fear in my face. I wanted out! I shook my head.
He reached to the other nipple and applied the same pressure there as well. I went through the shock again, although not as innocent now. Several photos later, he removed that hand and stepped back. I breathed away the pain and looked at him. I know I was begging with my eyes for him to stop.
He bent and I heard snaps, and felt him wrap something around my balls. Then I felt a light tug on my balls, just a little pressure on my balls. I felt very vulnerable. He stood up and moved back a bit. He looked me over and smiled, nodded, and wiped sweat off of his face.
He turned to Mikail and Hank, "Okay, take off the clothespins, unhook him and get the restraints and gag off of him. Then when you have shook off the pain, Hank, I want you to put Mikail into the restraints, with a new gag, and hook him up." He smiled and said, "And Hank, there is some water there if you need it. I don't want you getting dehydrated."
He looked at me. "Ready for round two?"
What the fuck had I gotten myself into this time? I started worrying about how long this session was going to go on and what was he going to do to us. Oh shit!
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