Scene Abstract: When I heard some noise down stairs, I went to investigate. I found this boy going through my desk in the den. I came up behind him, put him in a head lock and told him not to make a sound. He agreed. When he saw the straight jacket on the futon, I saw he got rock hard through his jeans. I knew I had someone who liked to be tied up. I told Doug he had two choices, be trussed up in the straight jacket and be my play thing, or I call the Cops, and he gets arrested and goes to jail.
Doug wisely chose being the bondage boy. Once I had him in the straight jacket, I paraded him out to the garage, and gagged him. I then placed him on the bondage table, secured his ankles and strapped his ankles to the table. I then took more straps and secured him to the table. I told him he was going to be my plaything, where I would tease and torment him for three hours. I told him if he did not want to do this, I would call the Cops, to come by, as I already had the suspect in custody. Again Doug wisely agreed.
On went the blindfold and the headphones to play binural beats, where over the next three hours, he would be poppered up, teased and edged. Over that three hour period, he shot four times, twice in his jeans, and twice when I took his cock out to milk him.
After three hours, I untied him, but to make sure I meant business, he spent the next two hours hog tied to the massage table.
Doug thanked me, and assured me he was leaving town. He then left. Doug must have been true to his word, as I never saw him around the neighborhood again. I guess he felt that five hours in my custody was better than custody in the County Jail.
