This was the worstcorset he had worn yet. When it was finally laced tight, he could notbend his body to reach his feet. He could only gasp for each ...reath.The breasts he had now worn for so long he had nearly forgotten aboutthem were pushed up and together to make an obscene cleavage. Hisnipples were bare and he could only watch as little bells were fastenedto each engorged nipple. As the clamps tightened he could feel the painin his own nipples.He was forced to beg and then stand on one. I turned around to face him, placing my hands on his chest softly and tell him that unfortunately we have to leave, that we don’t want to keep his friends waiting. He nods, a little saddened, and took my hand. We walked hand in hand out of his house and down the street to the bar where we were meeting his friends. There were two of his guy friends waiting for us, with their partners. I smiled as he introduced us all, they seemed inviting. The evening passed, in what seemed minutes. We had a. " No, honey. Why would I do that? I'll call you later if I can get through to you"The rest of the week was a madhouse of preparations for a huge fashion show and sale. We had a new line of intimate apparel called 'Seductions" and another of sleepwear called "Sensual You." We had to rearrange the department, set up displays, stock them, build up back stocks, price everything and learn the sales codes, all in less than three days while conducting the normal business. We worked late almost every. "Are you okay?" "I dunno." The boy sits down on the cold floor facing me. "I can only imagine how confusing this must be."I smile awkwardly. "You bet." "But, do you want to hear my opinion on the matter? I don't think it should be confusing at all. We're just having fun together. That's not wrong." I shrug. "But it's gay. I'm not gay." Milan laughs. "I know you're not gay. You're very obviously not gay dude. And believe me, I'm an expert on being gay. You shouldn't be afraid of it." "Then why.