By Wakeysub
[I hope you are still enjoying the story – it’s odd when I write these as I have no way to know how they are being received. I always assume that my interests are fairly niche and therefore readers may not enjoy the direction the story is going in. This means that it’s great to get your feedback either here or on my Recon account as it lets me know that it’s actually getting read. If you have any suggestions for where the story should go let me know. I think it’s safe to say that this is turning into the holiday of a lifetime.]
He moved quickly up the steps and across the clearing to the main hall. We moved through the hall and stopped in front of a large panel. Master West placed a metal harness over my head and closed the straps below my arms. It fitted perfectly, hugging my body tightly and framing my nipples. He checked the positioning and fit. When he was happy, he directed me to lie on the ground face down. I knelt and lay on the cold tiled floor.
He took my left ankle and then pulled my left arm back, so my wrist and ankle were aligned. He pressed the two restraints together and they locked together. He repeated with my right wrist and ankle putting me into a tight hogtie. He picked up a large syringe from a box and inserted it into my asshole. He pushed the nozzle in deep and I moaned as I felt him filling my ass with thick viscous lube.






















Trey and I have been friends for quite a while now. We’ve played a few times, but mostly we’ve developed a great friendship. We were going to the movies today, the first time we’ve hooked up in a couple of weeks. When I arrived at his apartment, he was fiddling on his computer. I made myself comfortable on the sofa as he finished up his stuff. We had plenty of time before the movie started. After he finished, he came and sat in the chair next to the sofa. We talked about what we both had been up too in the last couple of weeks. While we talk online a lot, we still always have something to talk about in person. Trey looked pretty hot in his 14-hole black boots and matching black t-shirt with bold white letters spelling out “Skinhead.” There was a shine to his shaved head reflecting the sun coming through the blinds of his small apartment.





