They both knew what Irene was doing – she was bending over backwards trying to get John to climb out of the hole he had dug, an abyss into which he ...ould sink and forget the pain. John was no fool, he knew that his behavior was self destructive, and he found that he now welcomed Irene’s attempt to pull him up out of the pit of despair. He again looked at his friend, a person he had known for decades, a person he could trust with his life. ‘Okay, okay, Renee,’ he finally was able to interrupt. “You can look at me,” I offered. “You like that, don't you?”“Looking at a man's penis?” she said, considering the options of agreement or argument, acquiescence or sparring. “Yes, I like looking at your penis. But you're supposed to be licking me.”“Sorry,” I said playfully. “Where are my manners?”“Exactly,” she said. “I'll tell your mother.”“Tell her what?” I countered. “That you let her son fuck you not once but twice? That he licked your crotch and your arse? That you loved it when he looked. My cockwas just starting to bend down.I heard two more snaps but did not feel any pain. Later, I saw why. Theyhad attached a slender, metal chain from the ring on my foreskin to thering at the base of my cock. Devils that they were, that chain wouldforever ensure that I could walk around cage-free but my cock wouldnever gain more than 60% erection. The moment it would start to get hardand rise up, the chain would hold my cock down by having the foreskinpull against the ring on the base of my. At this point I could still have carried on walking and gone home but I looked round to see if I could see anyone I knew if I had I would have carried on but no one was in sight and I just looked at him and said "ok" he smiled and said "come baby girl" and walked into the office I followed and he took my hand and walked past the pool table to a door at the back which he opened and led me into a narrow dark passage, at this point I became scared and thought what the fuck am I doing I turned.