I awoke at about 3am, bolting upright on my sofa. I was surprisingly alert and focused, but not focused enough to notice my door nearly being knocked ...ff its hinges. “What the hell?” I whispered under my breath as I walked to my door. Not knowing my shirt had come undone during my sleep, I flung my door open in half rage and half curiosity. Sam. “What the hell are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?” I asked, confused. “It’s on work files.” I have to admit, I asked a pretty daft. I had lost my V about four year back to a sir. I didn’t had sex like 6/8 months before this incident & even I don’t masturbated because I believe in sex it give me pleasure .Any how that’s all about me.This Incident happens with me in month of February while returning from Aurangabad (hometown) to pune (current city) With Abhi this guy is my childhood friend. We use too leave in same society but further on I move to new place but still we are in contact .he is 5.7inch height average looking. I had no insurance, now. But yes, I did want to; there was something appealing about her."In town, or at Endcliffe, or Weston Park?" Endcliffe? In the morning? Would ten o'clock be okay?" Sounds fine. Meet you in the café?"That night I dreamed of my wife. She was watching me, and smiling. I woke with my cheeks wet with tears.I got to the café shortly after they opened, fired up the laptop and began writing. It always takes a little while for the coffee machine to warm up, and when it did, I had. There's a bungee cord wrapped around my neck and it's pulled tight. It's just barely loose enough to keep me conscious. I can breath with a hiss and my head is pulsating with every heartbeat. There's a baseball bat shoved up my ass all the way to the top of the grip and it has been lubed heavily with bengay. I've gotten used to the burning sensation and have grown to enjoy it. It gives me something to mentally escape to when I need to. My hands are bound but have enough play for me to.