struthin: “I hate you, Jacko.”“What d’you mean “hate”? Don’t get grumpy.”He’d kept within the letter
struthin: “I hate you, Jacko.”“What d’you mean “hate”? Don’t get grumpy.”He’d kept within the letter of what we agreed. Certain things were a No-No, even for 150 quid. I had agreed a tough hogtie. Me in sports gear and no top. But as soon as my wrists were tied and the rope from them up round my throat, so a struggle sort of choked me out, he had slid off my trainers, Nike socks and shorts and “checked out” my glutes and cock. “F..k off, Jacko.” “Come on, sunshine. Only checking you out and that you’re enjoying it. Can’t deny your enjoying it. Then my ankles crossed over and roped cleverly and the rope from them attached to my wrists and my wrists pulled towards my ankle so the rope round my throat choked me out again. However I pulled, it choked me out and the excitement was unbearable. And I didn’t want to come in front of Jacko. But the pressure and the excitement of it made me twist and pull despite the tension against my throat. And maybe because of it.“Lemme go you c..t”“Right, mate, that settles it. You stay until you get free. And I think it’s time for…”He wandered into the next room. Came back with with a couple of ties and a roll of 3 inch wide ducttape in one hand. In the other hand a leather flogger.“Our agreement didn’t say nothing about gagging a lad who can’t keep a polite tongue in his head. Did it. Or about seeing if you don’t come when I use this on the soles of your feet and really make you writhe about a bit. Come to think of it, a firm leather pad right under your cock will help.”He put the ducttape down next to me, put two knots close together in the middle of the tie and bent over me. Before the tie went between my jaws, he paused and tousled my hair. -- source link