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"GMMWHOOMARU? GGMMUMWANT? MMWHEREMUTAKINGME?"
"All in good time, Billy. All in good time."
William felt his blood run cold. That voice – he knew that voice! And…Billy – no one had called him Billy since he was a kid. No one except for….William’s blood ran cold. No, it couldn’t be possible! Not after all of these years! William pulled at the ropes that were biting into his wrists. Oh God, he should have known. That voice combined with the ropes and the gags – it had to be! William felt faint. He started begging through the gag.
"PLLEEETHPLEETHLEMMEGO! GMMIWONTMTELL!"
"Ha ha ha, you haven’t changed one little bit, have you, Billy? Leaving town after going to that fancy college hasn’t had any effect on you, has it? You’re still a big wuss. I guess it doesn’t matter how much money you make, once a wuss, always a wuss."
William winced as the blindfold was removed and the bright light hit his eyes. He looked up. He had been right. His captor was his old nemesis Pete Malone – the guy who had made his high school and college vacations a nightmare. William and Pete’s parents had been best friends, and they insisted that the two spend at least a week or two together every summer at the adjoining cottages that the two families owned. William thought with XXXX of the torments that Pete had inflicted on him. It had taken him years to recover from the psychological damage that Pete had caused. He still had dreams about what Pete had done to him – dreams that left him physically drained and drenched in sweat. As he tested the knots that had held his hands firmly behind him, he found out that Pete hadn’t lost any of his skill with rope. He prayed that this was just some kind of sick joke, and that Pete would let him go soon.
"CMOMTHMPETE. SJOKEMSAJOKE. GGMMLEEMEGO. HHUH?"
"Let you go, Billy? Now is that the way to talk to your old friend, Pete? Why don’t you say that you’re glad to see me, and that you’ve missed me? Why, when my Mom told me that you were coming up here to clean out the old summer place, I dropped everything and rushed right over. I thought that we could relive some of the good times that we used to have together."
"MMMMMNOOOOOOO!!! OHMGODNNNOOOO! GGGMMHEEEELPP! PLEEETHGGSOMEONEMMHEEELLLPPPMEEEE!"
"Sheesh, you’re hurting my feelings, Billy boy. That isn’t very nice of you, not very nice at all. And don’t bother screaming for help, no one can hear you. But…as usual, that yap of yours is still irritating. I guess that you need a better gag."
"GGGMNOOO! MMMMMPHHHH!"
"There, that’s much better. I always though that you were much sexier when I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Moans are much better. Now, let’s get started."
William moaned and begged through his gag as Pete tied his knees and ankles. Pete paid no heed to William’s stifled pleas’ for mercy. He just laughed as he pulled the ropes as tightly as he could.

"How does that feel, pal? Tight enough for you? I know that you always liked the ropes nice and snug.
"GGGRMMMPHH! MMMFFFFF!"
"Good, I’m happy if you’re happy. Now, why don’t you do a little dance for me, Billy?"
"MMMNNOOOPMH! MMPTHPLTH!"
"Come on, Billy, dance for your old friend Pete. You know what will happen if you don’t dance for me, don’t you?"
William whimpered as he watched Pete unbuckle his thick leather belt. He knew that if he didn’t do what Pete wanted, his tender luscious butt would feel that the sting of that belt. He tottered to his feet and started hopping around.
"Oh, that’s good, Billy, but how about going a little faster. Jump just a bit higher!"
As the belt slammed into the floor near his feet, William did his best to comply. He was sweating in his suit and tie, and breathing heavily. He didn’t think that he could do much more of this before he fell over. It was hard for him to keep his balance with his feet and legs tied together.
"That was excellent, Billy. I’m glad to see that you haven’t forgotten any of your old tricks. But you look really hot, Billy. I guess you never had a suit on when you danced for me before. I’ll have to make you more comfortable."
William shrieked into his gag as Pete started to loosen his tie. Oh God, oh God, oh God. After William had collapsed on the floor, exhausted from his XXXX prancing, Pete had pounced on him. He had untied William’s hands, but before William could muster the strength to fight back, Pete had tied them again, this time in front of him. William had been unable to stop Pete from tying his hands over his head, attaching the rope to an exposed beam. Now he hung by his hands, helpless and exposed.
"Mmmm, nice chest that you’ve developed, Billy. You’re not quite so scrawny as you were. Let me open this shirt a bit more. Are you nipples still as sensitive as they were? Yep, I can see that they are. They’re nice and plump and erect, just they way I like them. I could always do that to you, couldn’t I, Billy?"
William cursed Pete through his gag. Damn the bastard and his nimble fingers and tongue. William looked down at his undone belt. Fuck, Pete was really going to go through with this.
"Now that we’ve got that shirt out of the way, why don’t we do the same thing with these darned pants. Hey, I can see that you’ve changed your taste in underwear. I kind of miss those baggy plaid boxers that you used to wear. But it doesn’t really matter, because…you’re not going to be needing any underwear, not as long as I’m around."
"GGMNNNOOONNNOOONNOOOOO! MMMGNNOOOOO!"
"Aww, come on, Billy. You know that you love it – you know that you’ve missed me all of these years. I bet no one else has done this to you since the last time you saw me. "
William sobbed as he felt Pete’s hot breath on the back of his neck and felt Pete’s big firm hands moving all over his helpless body, caressing and fondling him. He cursed his traitorous cock as it sprang to life.
"There, that’s much better. Look Billy, I brought your old favourite with me. You haven’t forgotten the greased glove, have you?"
"MMMMNNOOOOOOOOO! MMMNOOOOO!"
William bucked frantically in his bondage as Pete stepped in front of him, a big grin on his face and the infamous greased glove on his hand. How could he forget the hours of exquisite torment that Pete had inflicted on him? How he could forget night after XXXXless night as Pete milked him dry repeatedly?
"Shouldn’t that be MOO not NOO, Billy? Oh yeah, this is going to be just like old times."

William played by Antonio

Photography by Caitiff