Part One ; Setting the scene: My story starts just over years ago in the year . My name is Sam Samuel Tyler ad back then I was the sole owner of a successful UK private prison empire. As you read this story, youll already know that Im bondage but I never really talked openly about my fantasies, even when I won the Euro Lottery in February . I guess I should start my story before February and set the scene up to that day that would change the first part of my life: As I explained earlier, my name is Sam Tyler and back in the I lived to Berkshire or should I say "Royal Berkshire" in the south east of England.

It was a beautiful, starry night, and we were walking home, holding each others hand and talking softly. We had a simple bliss that came from being together. The world could have dissolved into nothingness and we would have walked on the air. If the world had gravity, we didnt feel it; we were floating. We had been walking for close to an hour when I heard a shouted epitaph. Six or seven youths who disapproved of our affection- -they were skinheads--stood before

My vacation weeks started with my sleeping in and wandering through the house in my boxers as if I were in some sort of sureal dream. The doorbell woke me just as I had my fist sip of coffee. Brad stood there smiling and looking as if he were ready to attack all that was wrong with the world..damn youth! He was there to begin the task of making up for months of my ignoring the yard, flowers and overall condition of the outside of my home. It was summer after all, and time to pay attention to what months of snow, ice and rain had covered.

The group stood around the edge of the hole. Draber held the hose which was still spraying the dirt turned mud. Sacko stood defiantly with two of his equally beefy shirtless friends. Darrow wasnt as sure as Sacko appeared. There was going to be a fight and Darrow accepted the challenge. Fearing bloody nose, ears, face and other body parts he agreed to a wrestling match instead of fist fight.

The next Morning me Jason and Jermaine woke up to the alarm clock, letting us know it was : am. I felt Jermaines dick pressed up against my ass. And Im not talking about rubbing one of my cheeks. No his dick head was between my ass. Well Jason got up and I instantly saw his dick hanging out his boxers. Jermaine just laid there for a minute looking at me.

What ya doin?" "Listening to my, iPod waiting for you to get ready for track practice. Why does it take you so long to put on running shorts and a t-shirt anyway?" "Well for youre information smartass Im in your driveway right now, waiting on you." "Ok, Ill be right down." I grab my gym bag and head down stairs to meet him. As I pass the kitchen I stop in to let my mom know Im leaving.

I was scheduled to meet with Don Flynn and Jim Blake in five minutes time. My first week on the job was like a dream come true! Everything had gone so wonderfully well! The purpose of the performance meeting was to review the whole first week - to look at the positives, the pieces that had worked well, aspects that needed improvement and bytes that should never have been aired.

Blushing all over, looking in disbelieve at the huge cock of David that juts up from Davids lap. David laughs at the way the boy holds his little hands clumsy in front of his cock, trying to hide his little hard-on. David tilts his head and whispers, "You did that real good! Benny-boy youre a born cock sucker, you did well. You liked it, didnt you? You shot your own load sucking a mans cock.

The following week, Logan and I headed over to his house after Tae Kwon Do. Pulling our uniforms off, we played video games for a while, but got bored. Logan suggested that we go outside among other things in his back yard, he had a huge trampoline. Since I certainly couldnt think of anything else to do, I agreed. Since there was no one else at home, and the back yard had the advantage of being both spacious and rather private

-Come closer Rodolpho and put your hands here. He put them steadfast around the base of Kyles rising phallus. -What do you feel Rodolpho? -Balls, sir. -Yes, big hairy balls, and what do you feel in you? -Ticklish, very ticklish here. He pointed at his own crotch. -Is it hard? -Si, si. This was all in Spanish but I translate this more or less for you guys to follow, he said eagerly