"Is this the two youths ya frightened oh losing" he said, emphasising the 'losing" bit. "Gid looking lads...be a shame.. All because ya like big cock.....eh gurrl." He opened the bag and picked the sparse material up with two fingers. "Mr Hedley was very distressed when he gave me these....said you took all ya claes off in front of him. Swears blind he told you to stop....but you wouldn't. Now...it's his word against yours. There's no witnesses. It's your call. I could try to talk him out of it. Does he need the indignity of being tied up? I thought we had passed that point as he was learning to have his ass used. He pulls his arms back in front of himself, in the position he belongs in. He apologizes, begs his mistress’ forgiveness and swears he wants to be used. Tells me he loves the feeling of being totally filled. I reply by burying the vibe all the way to it’s end. Then I turn the switch and listen to the muffled hum as it buzzes deep inside of him. While he moans quietly, eyes. No crushes whatsoever. To be honest, neither had heshown any signs that he as attracted to boys, but yes, it had crossedher mind. She had always known her son was " extremely good looking". Itwas what many people had commented to her. But she had never thoughtabout his looks in a feminine way. Maybe those who commented actuallymeant something else. Maybe they saw a "a pretty boy" and her closenessto him stopped her from seeing that. She had read a couple of articlesin her magazines about these. ’ ‘Lance…’ ‘No,’ I said, cutting him off. My heart was racing, mixed emotions were racing through me. I could cut. I could cry. I could scream. I could… I couldn’t catch my breath. I excused myself and went to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I was pacing back and forth, my mind spinning in circles. This couldn’t be happening. My eyes burned and my heart was racing so fast, I was sure it was on fire. The burning in my chest told me that it was true, making me wish I could.