He just shot his friend a shiteating grin, all fooling and clean white teeth against his dark complexion. When it was apparent that Cedric wasn't goin... to bite, he stepped up to the wall like it was a urinal, planting his feet apart. He felt the weight of the bottle of beer in his jacket as he pawed down at himself, cussing the floud of cold that he was letting in.His fingers felt like ice on his dick, and it took a moment to get up the urge to piss, even with the full bladder. The relief was. Natural....Ahhhh". It finally subsides, and I can barely feel anything there. I lay back on the bed to recover.The clock says - 8:09AM - I look down my torso, at the bottom part of the zipper is a little bulge and I can tell I have a very little dick and balls. "Having some balls is better than having no balls", I thought. I have to get some help. I will put a pair of gym shorts over my jeans to hide my (lack of) bulge. As I open my underwear drawer again, another baseball bat hits me upside. Their son and ours were best friends at school and with him going to their house and him coming to ours it was probably unavoidable that we'd become good friends. We'd been close for three years at the point of what happened here, she, Brenda, was ten years younger than me and she'd been married six years.Brenda and Donna became particularly close as they had a lot in common. Many times she'd come on to our house and she and Donna would spend hours talking together. It was during these. The winch must have been attached to the pole as my arms were being raised higher and higher into the air. The winch was pulling the pole that my arms were attached to upward, stretching me out at this point and it actually started to hurt a little. Finally it stopped and my feet were fighting against the cuffs, which were holding me to the ground. I heard her walk behind me again, and again she lightly ran her hands down my body slowly until she got to my ass. Again she slapped both ass cheeks.