Standard stuff...suburban existence, k**s, pressure, relationship ups and downs, everything.I don't know when we first started talking about it, but t...e concept of a threesome had been in our minds for years. I think it was a game we would play. A dare. Who would be willing to go the farthest. Was this just a fantasy, or would you really make it a reality? Would you REALLY make it a reality, or are you just saying that. Back and forth.Then somewhere over the last year, things changed. Somehow,. I just took the one gay mag, wouldn’t hurt to have a look I guess. That night I came so quick I’d barely turned the first page, I got cum all over my uniform and had to go inside to clean up. I didn’t stop thinking about the cocks I’d seen in the magazine, men actually kissing. Wow! even touching each other. The next night armed with two carrier bags I prepared to go back. I had a clean sheet from the airing cupboard for me to rub off against later and a stuffy at just the thought of seeing. ." SNAP! In a fastflash, a razor sharp steel pin perforates the cock. "There is no way toopen the belt without the proper key. I am quite sure it would be extremelypainful if somebody tried. Ingenious isn't it? I can do nothing but stare inspeechless horror at the devilish device. Marcel skilfully adjusts the belt fitting one piece into another."You are quite safe, as long as you don't try to get free, slave.Finished! Now you will never be able to touch your cock again. But on the otherhand. As soon as he was born he was whisked to the other side of the room. I will never forget how silent the room was. Not a sound from him just the voices of the nurses and doctors as they took his vitals. They cleaned him up and prepared him to go straight to the NICU. As they passed by the table they paused for a moment and said we could touch his foot. We both reached out and touched his little blue foot and told him that we loved him. I did not see him again for another day. I spent the night.