One of them seemed to be a football team dressed in blue kit. A couple of guitars were on stands in the corner of the room. Like her own room there wa... also pictures covering the walls of him with his friends, although they all seemed to be taken at parties like the one down stairs.Luna took a seat on his bed as he passed her a small glass with some of the vodka in. Drinking it all in one it burnt her throat so she politely declined when he offered her another one. He was taking a lot of them. I like me. If I could find someone just like me, we could be great friends. The problem was, there weren't any people that I knew, who were like me. If I had been able to find even one, he probably would have been too selfish to want to be friends with me. So, I was lonely. I had my parents, and Tiny and Terri, I considered Connie to be a friend too, but not any other real friends, not to just pal around with. My new voice wasn't going to be my friend, after our first few conversations, I. That got me another punch in the stomach. I dropped to my knees. The gag in place, a piece of the rope was tied to one of my wrists.The wooden dowel was then picked up and my hand was bound to it at one end with the rope. I was then stood and walked over to the toilet. They pushed me over and one of them guided the wood to where it had been placed before.I watched, helpless to do anything as the rope was guided around the bottom of the toilet to the other side of the dowel, my other hand being. "Is this good?" He'd ask."Oh, YESSS!" I'd reply, without hesitation. "It's GREAT!" Good!" He'd say, obviously pleased to hear me say that; and then he'd resume sucking my cock, as well as holding my balls snugly in his big, somewhat calloused hand. He even occasionally gripped them even tighter, and sometimes tugging on them---though rather than hurting, it felt fantastic! As he gripped them, and tugged on them, my cock would stiffen even more; and we both liked that!"If you keep this up," I.