“Please let me go,” she whimpered again. “Why are you filming me, why?”She didn't get an answer. Two more men in hoods entered the room, pus...ing a rather large wooden device which they placed in the middle of the room under the spotlight, and positioned just so for the cameras. They lifted Laurel off of the floor, untied her hands and began strapping her into the device. She was bent over a wooden block and her head and hands placed in a pillory. Her legs were spread wide and strapped by. Or me.For a while that was all I allowed. He wasn't touching me, and neither was I, at least not with company. I went home and stroked myself alone, in the dark, like I was just now.After a while, though, I stopped being so shy, and it was a matter of trust between us that this was something neither of us would show anyone else, but that we could do together. I'd watch him slide over the strange skin of his cock, and I'd find the courage to touch my dampness. I'd see his eyes on me. It would be. It was a dense-looking glossy black. I sent my senses into it and made a lock very quickly."This is Bakelite," Bud told me. "One of the worlds first synthetic plastics, called phenol plastics. Unlike the elastic hydrocarbon polymer, this is a very rigid phenolic thermosetting resin."I was amazed at the difference I felt between this and the last. Grabbing this felt like sliding on rails, smooth yet hard and unforgiving. The edges felt cold compared to the edges of the carborundum or rubber. I. I decided to give up on fishing and the water wasn't all that warm forswimming, my immature cock shriveling even smaller in the cool air.Stashing my fishing gear and my bike in some bushes, I dressed and set offexploring the trails. You never knew what you might find, a bird's nest, ora snakeskin. Once I found a snakeskin of a different sort. I had spied ontwo teenage couples having sex in a car. When they were gone I picked upthe loaded condom one teen had discarded and used it to jerk myself.