..nevermind." I replied.We went on eating our dinner in silence. "I need to take a shower before I go out tonight so can you wait to start the washing...machine?" I asked. On second thought, a cold shower might have helped me think about something other than my dry spell. "Sure, honey" my mother said back. She could tell something was wrong, and knowing her, wanted to help.I went down to the basement and flipped on the water in the shower. It always took a second to get warm so I turned it on,. When the black turned to grey I heard the doc say, “Nice and tight, boys. He’s recalcitrant. His wife agreed and signed the paperwork.”Thick webbing surrounded my wrists and I could tell by pulling that they were attached to something extremely solid ... like the bed rails. When I tried to sit up the double thick chest strap prevented movement. I did the best I could ... to no avail. So ... I shit the bed. I would have pissed but the catheter removed that option. All that stink got me was. However, despite the lube, it was painful and I told Charlie so who didn’t give a damn. He just pushed into me until he was balls deep in my rectum and started to pump away. I asked him to slow down and take it easy or I’d get up and walk away so he obeyed my request and very gradually I began to lose the pain and started to feel very full. I couldn’t get much arousing sensation myself though and Charlie kept putting lube on his prick as he pulled out. I found I had to reach between my legs and. ‘My dear Andrew, desperation does not become you.’ ‘You think I won’t do it?’ ‘Not at all, I’m sure you would. The key to blackmail, however, is that you actually have something to leverage against me. Which you don’t.’ ‘Oh, so telling that fat, fascist prick of a boss you almost became a contract killer isn’t leverage? What, are you fucking Benedict now?’ Andrew spat. His remark earned another eye-roll. ‘You presume, dear, that they don’t already know.’ ‘Bullshit.’ She shrugged flippantly..