Now I needed some relief after a long week at work I’d decided to get some relief on a fine sultry Friday night. I prepared myself, shaved my balls ...and arse, clipped on my cock-ring and ball spreader and poured myself into a torn pair of jeans. Boots and a loose shirt completed the outfit and I hit the road to travel the short drive to the park where I knew I’d get used.The park is only a small affair near the port of a small town but it does have a deliciously isolated toilet block that allows. I must have been a strange sight. My hair was braided, held by a head band of old rope, and decorated with beads made of polished pebbles and seashells. I had bangles of seashells, urchin shells and sharks teeth on my wrists and ankles. There were odd symbols painted on my cheeks and forehead, a string of pearls threaded on old fishing line and my walrus ivory pendant around my neck. My amber figurine I clutched in my hand. I looked feral, almost savage; some primitive creature from before the. He introduced me to his father and mother, who seemed very old fashioned New Englanders, and yet I was dressed in my usual provocative way which Brad just hated. I had tight jeans and and an open denim jacket with no shirt. His father was obviously much older, and seemingly straight, but he seemed to really be taken with me. Brad had to run errands and so his father offered to show me around the backyard. “I’ve never seen one of Brad’s boyfriends. You must be special.” Without blinking. He’s persistent, funny, aggressive and loves to send me naughty instant messages, especially during work hours. I look around the table, and the team is either engaged with the presentation or staring absently at their tablets or the wall / window. I open the IM, and Paul has sent me a particularly wicked suggestion of what he wants to do to me on the desk in my office. His description is colorful, and I feel heat rise to my face as I read his message. I shift in my chair and cross my legs the.