I was screwed."SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" commanded Jake.Now I'm not small but I'm not a big guy either. Jake was probably 6' 2" and, I noticed now, in great...shape. Typical of his generation, he was wearing flipflops, shorts, and a tee shirt. I sat back down in my computer chair, now suddenly very aware of my nudity. My cock didn't seem to mind though. It was still hard as a rock. "Dude, what the fuck? Why are you doing this? You're a Fucking psychopath. Stop filming me!." I said. "Please" I. Anyways, she cum tew our bed and says, “Clyde says yew don’t want tew fuck his ass.”Ah interrupted, “What’s ‘fuck’?”She laffed, “Yew got a lot tew learn and Ahm the wun tew teach it tew yew. ‘Fuck’ is when yew stick yer stiffie in somethin and shoot yer cream.”Ah ast, “Sew Clyde fucked me?”They both laffed. “Yew got it!” sayed Sis. “Gurls got another hole ‘sides their ass jest made fer stiffies. Clyde tried mahn but he lahks assholes better. Why don yew try mah pussy? Thet’s whut yew calls a. What the fuck ... why was he turned on by the idea of being sodomized by Brett, anyway? He was straight, right ... right? Yet, he got very hard as he contemplated getting bent over and buggered by Brett. Part of him really wanted that to happen, but why? Why the hell would he want that? Was Brett right? Was he, Allen Gordon, bi?“Sure, though I have no interest in doing that to him. I like him in his current, nancy boy style, a true bottom bitch for any good Top man. Allen, babe, if you ever. He stopped his delicious assault on my tits as soon as I moaned. “Come now slut, you know the rules.” He pulled hard on my restraints, which lurched my arms up and they hung above my head, I was helpless and oh so horny. He moved behind me to the table of toys, sounds filled the air as he was looking for the thing to keep me quiet. I felt the heat from his body behind me, he stepped closer so I could feel the fabric from his clothes on my back and his strained hard on from his crotch on my.