All of them had some sort of short sword strapped to their backs. They were too engrossed in their own conversation to be paying too much attention to...me.I had been sitting there for twenty minutes or so when the other guest for the night turned up. It turned out well for him that he did turn up when he did because the others were getting quite irritated by all the waiting and form what I could catch from the bits and pieces of their conversation, they would have rejected the latecomer outright. He made it to the Roadside Motel in a record 19 minutes. He parked next to Caleb’s Honda Civic and grabbed a small bottle of Listerine he kept in the glove box. He rinsed his mouth then spat the remnants on the ground before knocking on the door. Caleb answered with a broad smile.“Hey, baby,” Caleb mused.“Damn,” David remarked taking in the red star shaped pasties covering Caleb’s natural boy boobs and the yellow lace panties he wore.“You like?”“Hell yeah!”They embraced and kissed passionately. We were sitting and drinking and he was staring at my legs, may I tie your legs, yes I responded, and he started to tie my legs at the ankle then just below the knee and then above, he put multiple rope turns around my thighs and he cinctured it, He sat back and admired my bound legs, we talked and he asked how it felt being bound by someone else, scary I replied,I like people that are scared so scared that they pee themselves, that is so sexy,I’m beginning to wonder if I should trust this man,. I take a deep breath and flex my shredded hand, which is now all nicely wrapped up. It's funny how you know that on the inside it's a mess, all shredded skin and exposed bone and everything, but when it's all wrapped up like this, it looks like nothing. It looks fine. And I guess that's symbolic or something, but I never paid too much attention in English."Look, Carls, I'm sorry I broke your window." She gives me this funny smile, which I understand because it wasn't a real window and it's such.