and gagging. He tied me to the bedstead in ways so different. Then he lashed me with his cat-o-nine tails, across my ass and my thighs, and then he left me to anticipate what he would be doing next. He left me for an hour or even more, the tingle of the lashes running through my body. I felt when he returned he would want to do wonderful things, so thrilling so exiting and new. That’s the way I liked Danny, so blue.

He returned saying nothing but he swiveled me and ordered me to drink and drink. Then he teased me to the brink, stripping down his jeans, revealing his abounding cock standing to attention, standing directly over my head, so near but I was unable to touch. I could almost taste it as I sniffed in the familiar aroma. Danny, Danny, let me free or at least let me taste you, suck you, wank you. But he nodded I must be patient. He stroked my body now, I could feel the heat of his cock run across my forehead as he taunted and teased me. I just needed to squeeze it to feel its strength, smell its scent, I must have my cock of that I was intent.

I needed a pee and surely Danny would let me free. But now the motive came to me, all that drinking mugs of hot tea.

He tied off my cock at the base. I was screaming I needed to pee. Then at last he relented and came over to me but before untying he aimed once more to anoint me. Spread eagled and crouching across me, he lowered his ass, pressing into me, my face, my mouth and pushed the crack in his ass deep. My mouth was open and full of balls and asshole. I was really smothered now as then I felt the absolute relief as he untied me. I could not hold and the stream came strong. He quickly turned and my face was left with his taste and his smell, and now he feels the spurt of my pee smother his ass once more as he ordered me to pee over him on the floor.

And all the time with Danny I kept wanting more and yet more, wanting him to the very core.