By convict 975468
GREG
Dave and I have been friends since high school. We went away to college but would get together on holidays, so we never lost touch. After college, we came home, and after a few months decided to become roommates. We are both gay, but we never got it on with each other, which was OK – we just seemed to be attracted to different types of guys.
Then we hit the jackpot – literally! We won the lottery – millions. We were very excited – partied for a week. Then the trouble started. Everyone – I mean everyone – wanted our money. Friends and relatives became so much more friendly – being gay was OK now. What was worse was the endless solicitations. Lawyers, accountants, investment advisors, just to name a few. No one would leave us alone. We had to do something.
It took me a couple of hours to write the story for this leather master. The writing was difficult at times, as my focus would stray from the written word to the pain in my ass as the steel plug would ramp up the electroactivity. But I was able to conclude my writing and provide Chris with the signal that I had completed it and saved the file to the folder that he had instructed me to. Now I had to wait for him to read it. The screen went black and I was alone in the bondage, hearing my breathing as I awaited my fate.