I am slowly driving boymeat insane.
I'm fairly sure his amusement level is waning.
Yet mine seems to be increasing.
One of us will likely suffer because of it.
I'm quite positive it will be me.
In other news, I met a ridiculously beautiful boy tonight for potential future play. I want to beat the ever living hell out of him. He really is a boy. He's twenty. Young, and so so pretty. He's into bondage and clamps. And open to (mostly) everything else. He's new, oh so new. He knows how I feel about bondage, but I'm totally willing to give it a bit of a try so he'll agree to the things I want to do. I'm pretty sure gags count as bondage because his cute quotient really rises infinitely when he's not talking. Ain't negotiation grand?