” “Oh, no? Well, he was playing footsies with someone. If it wasn’t you, then who was it?” “How should I know? I don’t even know the gink�...�s name.” “You was playing Private Dick, Moe, you always are. We find a man naked and spent and the smell of sex still dripping in the air, we figure he wasn’t alone at the climax. What was on that broken camera of yours anyway?” “Vacation pictures.” “Don’t be a wise-ass, Gafferson. You’re in up to your neck in this one. You better come clean.” Moe glanced. I make is just in the nick of time. I rush over and am the first one at the table. My father looks at me with a big smile. "You always were my favorite." He and I laugh. I never know if he is telling me that or if he tells all his kids that.I sit next to Bobby at lunch. We are talking about many different things as we go. I start to think about kidnapping Nick. I suddenly can't get that off my mind. I want someone else to feel the surge of excitement that I feel when Pete ties me. I start to. It was really hot that day, so I was wearing my shorts and flip flops. Charlie was in the shower room. He called out to me "Hey k** (I didn't mind that nickname), Go in my locker and get me a beer. You can have one too". I was more than happy to oblige him. I opened his locker and found not just the beer cooler, but all kinds of men's magazines and lingerie clad pin ups. I immediately got a hard on. Charlie yelled out again..."Hey k**, where's my beer !". It wasn't a question. So I grabbed his. He sees my displeasure and, with a wicked grin, fishes an empty plastic bowl out of the picnic hamper. He hold it between my legs. 'Piss'. I am so stressed out that there is no way I can preform. I shake my head from side to side as far as my straps and chains allow. He reaches into the carriage and takes hold of the slim cane - the most painfull of the 'devices'. He taps me just lightly on the buttock and with no conscious effort on my part a fierce stream of urine jets out from between my.