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“Yuh.”

“Not really tight?”

“Yuh.”

“Breathe slow. Yeah, nice and relaxed. The gag will be tight, OK?

"Yuh. Guess so.”

The racqet ball was big, my jaws stretched.

“Not scared are we, Steve? Look me in the eye.”

I wanted to say something. Not sure what.

“Guhh.”

He tightened the buckled elastic strap of the rubber ball.

“Gh. Gh.”

“Head on one side. Now help me, Steve. Face and torso down on the bed.”

He held two more hanks of the rope up close to my face.

"For my collection," he had said.

I could hear them.

But the ballgag was unbearable. I twisted and tried to yell to them. Maybe I thought my twisting round would make my grunts more audible. Dumb.

Maybe my grunts just got them more excited.

Jeff came back in. I looked up at him. He was sweating. His neck and chest running with sweat.

"Ropes tough? Aidan is a bastard with ropes. And he says I can't let you go till you can't tske any more."