Sitting on the couch and watching TV, I didn't notice Devon, my roommate, approach from his room. He stood behind me for a moment before I turned around, startled by his sudden appearance. "What's up?" I asked, turning to see what he wanted. "I just wanted to let you know Josh is coming over," he replied. "He should be here in around ten minutes." "Oh OK, cool. Are you guys doing anything or just hanging out?" "Well..." He trailed off with a grin. "He's actually helping me practice some rope stuff a little." "Practice?" I asked. "What are you practicing?" "He's going to let me practice escaping. He offered to let you in on it too, if you want." He came around to the front of the couch and sat down. "He suggested making a game out of it." "That sounds fun," I replied with a grin. "I'm in." We discussed escape technique for a few minutes, until there came a knock at the door. Devon went and opened it, and Josh entered carrying a duffel bag. He put it in the middle of the room
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The Annual Event 34 - Going home
When I woke up next morning I felt well rested and relaxed; it seemed that sleeping tied up and gagged served me well. But when I opened my eyes I realized that my Godfather had already got up and left the tent. It was a little disappointing not to feel his strong muscles against my body, or smelling his wonderful, masculine scent, but I was not the one to make the decisions; I was just a prisoner. After a few moments of moaning into my oversized gag I spotted something: officer Bradley was lying next to me, also bound and gagged. He was still hogtied, but that didn’t bother him; in fact I could have sworn he was smiling under the many