QueeAndJiggy OPIn 1962, Jig got his first handcuffs. A pair of American Munition. A present from sheriff Henderson. Who once jailed the snotty brat Quee. The boy did that never forget. How he was cuffed. At hands and feet. On a chair. During several hours. Nothing to drink. He was as dry as the Dawson creek in summer. Water output was another problem. “Piss in your pants!” recommended the sheriff. Jig handcuffed in bed called up Quee’s sexual experience. At least, it became a misunderstanding. Between two boys. Who liked each other a lot. Both were fond of tie-up games. However, Quee broke up with Jig. Six years later, mutual approaches. Rough embraces. Some tears. “Do you still like handcuffs??” “Yeah – let’s try out how long!!!” The boys are reconciled. Now, Quee also appreciates handcuffs. As reliable tools in meditative sessions. He likes Jiggy’s new Spanish handcuffs. Brand: LLAMA. They are somehow cute. Sparkling like silver. Conspiratorially blinking. The very opposite to police handcuffs. Fit well on Quee’s small wrists. Same size as Jiggy’s wrists. Around 7 inches ... meditative self-bondage games, tied up, bound, fettered, short leather pants, handcuffs, handcuffed, chained, Selbstfesselung, Fesselung, fesseln, Fesselspiel, gefesselt, angekettet,
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