‘ I wonder if I’ll ever want to,’ he said in a voice so low I could scarcely hear him. But hear him I did, and it was all I needed. We both real...zed, I think, that all the pertinent decisions had been made during those first few meetings of our eyes, that now — for today, at least — there was very little left for us to do outside of pure consummation. The touch of his hand in mine was sending frantic little messages screaming through my nervous system, and that interlocking of hands, so. His hands were locked in the handcuffs situated at his waist from the chaion there, and his ankles were equibly bound in iron, making him hobble instead of walking.The mask had a Little pocket on the neck, with room for a small ipod she connected to the earplugs under the mask, it was a recording that would be played endlessly, all hours of the day, forcing Michael to listen to it, telling him he was a nobody, a slave, a property and only wished to serve and loving it.Now though, it was not on,. He usually had a friend accompany him, but recently he entered the bar alone. He left the same way.The drinker shares a special bond with his drink. When that bubbling glass of cold and crisp brew is placed before the drinker, he knows intuitively that the drink provides an ultimate companionship. The glass doesn’t speak in monotonous tones. The glass of beer doesn’t talk back or offer criticism. Rather, as the drinker sips slowly, allowing it to drown his tongue and loosen his body, the beer. We were getting up early the next day and wanted to get a good night’s sleep. I was wearing a t-shirt and boxer underwear, and Luis came to bed wearing only his tight, white brief underwear. Luis is a fit, muscular, hairy guy of 44 years old. And at 6’ tall and 190 pounds, and with his medium-olive complexion, he is rugged and swarthy looking. But in all the years I had known him, I had never seen his cock. I was surprised at the big lumps his soft cock and huge balls made in his underwear. I.