Then I start up the car and back out. I push the button for the alarm then close the garage door. Off to downtown!Having you hooded and gagged I canno... tell your expressions or thoughts as we drive.It is a 20-mile drive to downtown, all in silence. So you can contemplate my earlier comment about one of the shops I will like a lot, and you may like.We pull up in front of a fetish store. I park right in front. I get out and walk around the car to your door. I open it and unbuckle you. You. Every little brush of cloth or skin sentthrills up his legs. His skin felt five times more sensitive. It madehim want to spend all day rubbing his legs together and wear stockings,but he didn't have time for that. He had a doctor's appointment comingup in an hour and he had to get dressed. The first step was to tuck awayhis dangly bits in the tight gaff. This was proving a problem. It turnedout little John really liked it when he rubbed his legs together. Thismade it really hard to hide.He was. It took the ride up there to begin to figure it out. You were honest with me. You didn’t make the ‘right’ responses, you made your own feelings clear and yet without being an ass about it. I could tell someone would always know where they stood with you. ‘I remember you telling me the Ell-Tee had said ‘minimal danger’. When you quoted it to me, it was obvious that you didn’t believe him. That reminds, one of these books I have here you’ll like when you finally decide to open your eyes. Cartoons. He just laughed, staring into my eyes, cruelly, loving the confusion and fear that he saw there and taking me by the shoulder, he forced me down hard onto his straining cock. It literally took my breath away, as it filled me completely, going deep into my guts. I couldn’t get away from him, impaled on his veiny, rock solid dick. I screamed out, but he just laughed again, clamped his hand over my mouth, and began to slam up into me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. He was biting.