It all started with a photograph I found -- a young bottom is kneeling on all fours, his hands bound behind his back by leather straps, his ass perched high in the air, his head turned around to face us as if he's waiting, craving, wondering when he's getting fucked... hard.
We all have fantasies, but rarely do we pursue them. Is that because we're too busy dealing with the truth or because we're afraid the reality won't match up to the perfection we're anticipating? Maybe we're even embarrassed of our thoughts because they're so removed from our supposedly real lives, but there comes a point when fantasy and reality must come to a head.
Getting tied up and fucked is a pretty common fantasy but nobody has explored the psychology behind it for the world to see... so I was quite surprised to find that Anthony not only understood the scenario but had actually BEEN that boy in the photograph when I first showed it to him. Neither of us could figure out who the mystery top would be, but when I suggested Gabriel and when I saw an excited flicker in Anthony's eyes, I knew we had found a match. What the three of us ended up with was not at all what I expected -- it was even better.