I don't know why. I guess I didn't want to put him off. My head began to fill up with nasty things I wanted to say. Things like, bury your cock in to ...y shit hole, I want to feel your dick in my colon, fuck the shit out of my hole, fuck my anal cunt. But I didn't say any of it. Steve positioned his cock at my backdoor and said are you ready. I said yes and he began to push his dick in slowly. I squeezed my asshole hard. I wanted to feel every centimetre of that hard shaft entering my asshole.. “As for why you are bound to the bed, you should know that you suffered three attacks as we moved you to the wagon and another one when we moved you into this room. When you had your last attack, it took Ilane helping me, to hold you down and even then you threw us off the bed. We had to restrain you, just in case you had another violent attack, as we feared that they could become more than either of us could handle. Those straps restrict your arm and leg movement enough that you are much less. "What David, Tim and Jim don't know is that we all met yesterday to discuss what happened. The two encounters show how complex these types of situations are. For me, I think we cross the line the moment there is coercion. For me, that is the moment someone begins to feel pressured, even if they don't say so. It sickens me to think your biggest supporters can't count on you to protect them. We now have to be on our guard, because the guys we thought were our friends have turned out to be our. I didn't have to give one single dirty look for the privilege, it seemed Jeff and I were the only ones brave enough to sit by her.Through the evening we did our normal thing, which was to discuss whatever the freaky subject of the day was. I think we wound up discussing some book by Aleister Crowley, and his ideas of using the Tree of Life to categorize and compartmentalize understanding of the universe. I told you we were freaky intellectuals. You didn't believe me, did you?So after an hour or.