There are those of us who do. Those men and women who wake up each morning, and put themselves in harms way by choice, are those who stand between us ...nd the true horrors that still lurk in our world. In doing so, they free us up to fear our next car payment, the supposed slight of a lover, the impression we will make at the company picnic. We cloak ourselves in the fear of living our lives. We see our lives not as magical gifts to be treasured, taken, emptied of every last drop of sustenance.. I am six-feet-two-inches tall and one-hundred-and-fifteen kilograms, so not a model, but I do get people looking. He was white, with short hair and looked about five-feet-eleven and ninety kilograms. I was scared but when we shook hands the warmth went right to my groin. We sat and talked for about fifty minutes and all I could think about was hoping he was going to ask if I wanted to go back to his hotel.When he asked what I was doing later that evening, I blurted out, "I was kind of hoping. I love having a mouthful of hot cum, having proof of the pleasure I'd given. My tongue swam in it, and I couldn't help swallowing just a little when it slid to the back of my mouth. It wasn't very much that I lost, and I dipped my head forward to let it gather behind my teeth again. "C'mon, let's get an ice cream cone," he said after parking. I shook my head harder and opened my eyes wide. Tipping my head back a little so I could talk, I opened my mouth and realised I wasn't going to be able. "We'll take a quick tour in a second, but first there is the matter of the pledges." He turned towards the six who had gravitated together. "Please remove your clothes. And sponsors, if you would help with these." He held up a nylon sack of items the pledges couldn't see. He then went on, "Until we leave here a week from Monday, you will wear only the cuffs in this bag. No other clothing whatsoever at any time, with the possible exception of shoes. We are completely isolated here so there won't.