The day passed slowly.
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He feels his jeans tighten across his buttocks. Welts had risen under his tightly-stretched underpants in neat parallel lines leaving a strip about two inches wide blazing across his buttocks. Reilly had a close-up view of the rug beneath his feet. Spreadbury stood, uncertain.
Bend Over. Touch Your Toes. (M/M)
How he could kill for a glass of whisky. Do you understand? Your father is looking for you. His stomach was grumbling, his temperature was rising, the room felt unduly hot.