The stinging feeling was sudden and unexpected. A few tears welled up in my eyes as I readjusted from the pain.“Ouch!” I cried. “That hurt John....�� I sobbed. He stayed silent as he finished the last few knots. He wasn’t playing around.“You are going to be my play thing tonight. Just a little fuck toy.”John had my wrists bound together in a little number that I had once seen at this leather shop in Toronto. The grain was high quality-supple, but firm on my wrists.My ankles were bound to each. I knew nothing about this at the time. It was only after we were rescued that I learnt about the circumstances that accompanied our rescue. We weren’t exactly kept informed about what was happening, any more than those who were thrown off the ship. We knew nothing about anything. We didn’t know where we were, where we were headed to, or what was going to happen to us when we arrived. We were shackled in cubicles where we could defecate into a space below us and could eat and drink from a. I could not believe there were breasts big enough to fit in it. As for knickers she wore sexy nylon knickers.I often fantasized about how it would be if we got together. We would have the house to ourselves. During the days I wasn't at school and weekends, we would just fuck like a****ls and no one would be the wiser. So many times when she was washing dishes at the sink I just wanted to go up behind her and grab her bum in them tight jeans.One day I was up in my room when I heard her call.. ” She was beaming in merriment. “You weren’t going to come thank him for devoting a song to you?” “No thanks required,” Jared said. “It was a privilege I never thought I’d have.” A privilege to show her up in front of a crowd of people … She shot a wary glance up at her one-time student and just about recognised the schoolboy within. There was a quality of lean, hard strength to his stomach, chest and shoulders; the film of sweat from his stage performance showed off that finely-etched upper.