He thrust upwards into me then clasped my head in his hands and kissed me, deep and searching. Almost as if he were getting lost in a storm and needed...my mouth to anchor him down. As we kissed his hands traveled to my breast and stroked them hard, it was exactly what I wanted. The pleasure rippled through my body and down to where we were joined. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight as his thrust got faster. He pumped into me like it was the last time he could do it. I loved it. He. I have never touched another man’s cock before, and certainly not an uncut one.”My cock was then at its fully-hard ten inches, and I decided to encourage Jim further by saying, “Oh, man, it feels so good having you stroke my cock, and it is really getting slippery with my precum. Go ahead now and give it a taste. You know you want to, and I will never tell anyone unless we agree to it first. Come one, man, you can fulfill some of your cuckold fantasies and give me a lot pf pleasure at the same. Straps bound hands and shoulders together, and werethere should have been hair feathers were growing. The same kind ofstraps bound the men ankles to thighs. A leather cock strap wrappedbelow the balls securing above the cocks. A tight steel cord attackedthe cock straps to the platform. A panel gag secured around their faceshad a clear hose filled with a golden fluid that pumped in from theceiling. Whatever it was they were forced to drink it looked vile. Themale next to me shook violently and. I...." "Tommy! I meant it. I like the way you look. No, don't take themoff. Stand up and let me look at you." I got off the bed and stood up, dry-mouthed with fear. "Where did you get them?" she asked. "I found them in the Andersons' trash," I muttered. "Oh. You didn't steal them, then. I'm glad." "You're...you aren't mad at me?" "Tommy, Tommy. Sit down and let's talk." I sat down on the bed, and she sat next to me. "You think I don't know? You think I didn't.