When you and a bondage friend hang out on a Sunday afternoon, and his football team and your football team are not only division rivals, but playing each other. The bet is the loser gets trussed up in the straight jacket, then strapped to the massage table for two hours. Well my friends team lost., Within five minutes of the game being over, he was trussed up in the straight jacket, blindfolded, ankles tied with ankle restraints and eight straps securing him to the table. He would later be gagged and left to simmer. I knew he was hard inside his Levis, and I loved watching him squirm, but I knew he was not going anywhere. I also knew he was horny and wanted to shoot, but denial was also part of the bet. Once the two hours had passed, he was released, then sent home fustrated.
