The following is fiction, and enacting it could have possible negative risks. It is provided for entertainment purposes only.
Like my prior story, this is merely a beginning. You can let your imagination run wild or take it somewhere entirely different. I’ve always found that the setup to these stories is more intense and satisfying than what comes afterward. This is probably because the mechanics of sex, slavery and captivity aren’t what get me going. I have fantasies after these openings, but since my experiences and interests aren’t the same as others, I almost feel like I’m cheapening anyone else’s enjoyment by servicing my own. So, there isn’t likely to be a continuation of this tale; however, one never knows what might strike my fancy later.
My backdoor neighbor — that’s a term that amuses my juvenile side, but it’s the best way to describe our situation. My house’s backyard adjoins his backyard. It’s a chain link fence, so there isn’t much privacy, but no one in the neighborhood really has much more than that, so it seems perfectly normal. My backdoor neighbor is tall, dark haired and sports either a clean-shaven face or a goatee whatever seems to suit his fancy. He’s thin, but his loose T-shirts have a hint of sculpt beneath them. Other than mow or trim his lawn, I don’t think he does much else outside of work but go to the gym.
While wearing a SlickItUp hood and rigid metal wrist restraints:
It seems that Pvt. Johan started to enjoy being a prisoner of SEX. Licking boots, sucking Igor’s cock and ultimately being all naked, bended over and being fucked hard from behind. Once it started to be painful, he got his mouth tied up so he can’t scream. What Navy SEALs in US Army call HELL week is nothing to compared to this hell of a day Johan is going through.
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