I lay quietly, spread eagle in the bed, my hands and feet lashed to the frame with what had once been my stockings. My eyes moved to the bathroom door as it creaked open and Dan stepped out. He wore a long sleeved exercise shirt and socks. The circumcised, aubergine coloured head of his flaccid dick hung below the front hem of his shirt. Tight butt cheeks peeked out from the rear. I felt a stirring between my legs and when I looked down I realized that I was naked. I thought to myself, "It's funny that I haven't noticed that till just now."
Daniel leaned down by my ear and whispered, "I think I'm going to fuck you now."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, yes I am."
"You are incapable. Look at your little limp dick. It looks like a piece of cooked macaroni, you couldn't shove that into a paper bag. You don't even have a hard-on."
"I'll get one though. I'll get one by playing with your tits."
"I like that. Let's see what you can do."
He took my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed. He squeezed fast and hard.
I gasped.
He responded to my sharp intake of breath by twisting. It hurt, but it hurt in a good way. With my hands and feet bound, I responded the only way that I could. I tried to bite him.