More celebrtating 2000+ followers plus nostagia for some good times. I told an american mate once to
More celebrtating 2000+ followers plus nostagia for some good times. I told an american mate once too often abut my fantasy of being overpowered by a gang. He had a key to the flat and some odd contacts. I was scarcely back from the office that day and half out of my suit when I heard the door open. Two minutes later I was face down under two guys in black balaclavas. I fought back and even drew some blood, but the guy with a bleeding nose got my left arm up behind my shoulder to the point it felt like breaking. They tied, blindfolded and gagged me, sat me down and took pics and film. Then they strpped me and trussed me really almost like a chicken, and had some fun, while I fought til my body ached against then and against getting excited.I dont know when Iain got in from his office. They went to “sort him out” while I tried to thrash out and yell. I heard the noise and felt the struggle outside and then knew they ere carrying him really close. I could feel them resisting his jerking as they carried him/ Then they were right next to me. They eventually took off the blindfold to see Iain - also stripped and brutally trussed, and very tightly gagged, desparate to try to tell me somethig. They loved every second of the next maybe two hours. One had a featherlight touch to combine wite the agony of every trspnding twitch we made against the ropes. Then one said “We’ve got all we want. Hope you know how to help each other!”, and left us to do that. The ropes were too tight - burning, and we were still tight bound and silenced when they reappeared. We agreed their terms for release. I forgave Iain. He was in on it, but got more than he bargained for. -- source link
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