I have a short chain looped through the eye bolt with a combination lock securing it. now I take the chains on my ankles and lock them to the eye bolt... as far apart as I can. I have a 5 pound weight that I hook to the parachute chain hanging on my balls causing the sharp spikes to dig into my ball sack the more I move the more they cut into my balls. I now put my head harness on with the ball gag and lock it on. I have made a hood made of spandex that I pull over my head now. It has a small. He didn't give a damn about being caught. I found his actions extremely, overwhelmingly exhilarating, and, as if hypnotized by his beauty and his daring, my hand gripped my cock and I joined him in the jack-off without comment. We stood there, facing one another, a foot or two apart, pumping away like two horny teenagers, which is exactly what we were.There we were, beating off. I didn't know his name, nor he mine. But we'd become jack-off buddies from the moment we encountered one another. It. I had gym last-period, which sucked because our class always had to put all the equipment away for the night. The coach would pick two or three guys to put everything away and send the rest of us into the showers. The day I got picked, there really wasn’t too much to put away other than a couple carts of basket-balls. Only, when I got the carts to the equipment-room, the door was locked. I had to go find the coach for his keys, go and put away the balls, then when I went to give the coach’s. His touch revealing what his eyescould not wholly comprehend, it was the smooth, warm contours thatappeared slimmer which compounded his fright. In the gloom of the stairwell, his fearful expression did not dispelwhat he saw but it was a fleeting remembrance which compelled him tothink. In his agonies and revelations, he had lost track of time andwould need to head back quickly to avoid suspicion. Stemming his fear,he gently eased the door back; a quick glance finding no accusing facesor.