I. in the twenty-first century employed a techno Geek. Mine wasn’t a spotty college whiz kid you threw a few bucks at to perform miracles. No, mine...was a fort-five-year-old Russian called Dmitri Premagenev, or ‘Prema’ for short. A bald, bear of a man—a bit-part actor, a gypsy troubadour. Part insane, part genius. He had worked at a Space Facility in Kazakhstan, then for the KGB hacking into US industrial companies, before being retired to a gulag for ‘behavior incompatible with a Soviet. Besides, ur sexy as fuck rite now wit that cut lip, and that bruised eye---ur fuckin making me hard yo, and I just wanna fuckin jump you” Connor shouts from the couch “ya dawg---what he said” The two boys in their doorways just shrugged their shoulders, and smirked; "yup" One of them grabbed his dick. I don't say anything, I just look over at Dustin and kinda shrug my shoulders. He comes at me with “damm it bro---you do that to everybody, ya know---I mean look at ya dawg” as he moves his hand. Her muscular legs were lovelyand the firm skin felt wonderful beneath my hands. I had imagined thismoment countless times, to be on my knees in front of a statuesque,dominant gurl, ordering me to do what deep down I've always wanted buthave been running from most of my life. All the wasted years dressing upthen 'curing' myself of this affliction, dating women who always let medown through no fault of their own, and secretly hoping that one day I'daccidentally run into my perfect partner ...but. On the back wall was a number of crops, whips andrestraints. A table was stood in the corner, on which had a number ofgags and other sex toys. Whip stopped in front of what looked like to bea strange bench.The bench appeared to be like a gym bench. It had a thick, black, paddedcentral piece, which had a hole in it. The bench appeared to have thecapability to move up and down. Along side the central padded piece, weretwo other, longer, padded pieces, at either side. All three benches.