I planned to run to higher ground until the hot guy I met while walking across campus invited me to a hurricane party at his house.For the record, it ...asn’t like I met with him, then two hours later I was going to his house. We hung out a few times, but before that stormy night, we’d never really done anything other than kiss.The party was like any other college party in most ways. A keg in the kitchen, maybe a little bit more liquor than normal. However, the windows had tape across them and. I tried to scream, the ball gag only allowed a moan. The sides of my cock and balls were red as she smiled. Saying, “Such a delightful slave you are turning out to be.” As the bidding began Mistress Dee, encouraged her guests with assurances, they would have their purchase to themselves for the time allotted in accordance with their bid. I was not paying much attention to the actual bidding as standing upright without having my cock torn from my body was my greatest concern. After a while,. I turned her back and pushed her on the wall. She was standing facing towards the wall.I was kissing her bareback and all exposed body. She was letting out soft moans. I unhooked her blouse and kissed her back over her bra. Then I turned her around and in one go I removed her blouse. She was standing there only in her red lacy bra and petticoat and face towards the floor in shyness. I took her face in my hand and kissed her again, she then removed my t-shirt and I undid my jeans. I was there. “Hatch, someday I wanna take you to the Casterly Isles and watch you shit yourself bloody.”“What?” Hatchet asked, thoroughly confused.“Can’t throw a rock without hitting a redhead there,” Ben smirked.“I’ll pass,” Hatchet said gravely.“Come to think of it, the Casterlys do have more’n their fair share of weird shit.” Ben admitted.“See?” Hatchet said, like the implications were obvious.Ben rubbed his temples with one meaty hand. “Whatever. I’ll try not to piss off the magic redheads. Anyway,.