Once they were all filled up, he inserted two of them into the magazine pouch on the buttstock.Then he slipped the remaining magazine into the rifles ...agazine well ran the charging handle and attached the carbine to the wheelchair seatbelt using the carbines sling.But he made sure to leave the cross bolt safety on.Once the carbine business was taken care of he went to his closet and he removed his l M-65 Field jacket and placed it next to his other gear.Once all the gear was gathered Mike put. I closed the bi-fold doors back to hide the mess and hurried into my bath. The warm water felt like heaven and I lingered well past being clean, singing softly until I heard a throat being cleared loudly on the other side of the curtain. I turned the water off and opened the curtain enough to peek my head out. Brian was leaned in the doorway swinging my lost undies around one finger, arms crossed casually. ‘I woke up alone, sticky, and all my clothes were gone.’ His voice was pitiful but his. A soft pink satinblindfold rests across my forehead. I have a set of beads that hang froma string around my hips that hide my sex but provide it no protection. MistressAmanda is putting me into the final pieces of my costume for the eveningjust as she has directed all of this week's activities. The last item is brought out. I have been workingfor weeks to be able to do this. It is a collar with a set of mittens thathold my hands behind and way up my back. Most people can't even get theirhands. One special condition was given, my ass had to be clean as they did not want to have shit on their shaft.The day came, and I was due to be fucked in the afternoon. I came to the place of the guy I was speaking with. He was the leader of the gang and he called him self Murphy. I showed up dressed like a regular boy. I met with the other guys, shook hands and introduced myself. They were teasing me at first when talking. They were saying I’m going to go black forever. They called me bitch boy.