There was no numbing, no getting used to the feel. It was just painful. Yet, I let him keep going, it had to feel good at some point.An hour ago I was...buzzed chatting online, horny as always when I drank. I loved drinking and chatting online, it was harmless fun, playing a role while drinking. Living out harmless gay fantasies. I took it too far this time.We had chatted for twenty minutes or so. I was sitting in my nylons, loving the way they felt, my cock was hard. Everything he typed, every. When I arrived Tom immediately hustled me into the bedroom. I saw right away the little French maid outfit on the bed and my heart sank. I protested, and said that no way I was putting on a show for an audience. He pinned me against the wall and said very sternly you will or we will be looking at pictures of you sucking cock, now we both know you will do as your told so quit stalling. Besides I am going to tell everyone you lost bet. So no big deal OK?He was right; he owned me and I would do as. Nothing, last place was the garage, I do not have an dettached garage, it is about 30 feet out the back door, so out I went into the rain and across the yard to my garage. I got pretty wet on my way, because it felt so good being in the rain – naked that I just stayed out there soaking it all in for about 10 minutes before a scary bolt of lightening and the thunder that goes with it sent me running into the garage. Dripping wet, I looked around the garage for something, anything that would. "Alan's my boyfriend." Briana thought for a minute. "What do you do with a boyfriend?"Sophia burst out laughing, turning red, almost choking. "Oh, boy," she managed to blurt out.Warren smiled bemusedly at her. "Keep your mind out of b-e-d, dear." Brian and Michelle just looked at each other. Warren turned back towards Briana. "Well, there's lots of things you can do with a boyfriend. Sophia and I watch TV together. We go to the movies. We ice skate. We go to parties. We hang out with two of our.