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I lay down in the cage with my head on the pillow, but they told me it was not bedtime yet.

I saw short hair from the back of my head adhering to the tape, and I noticed areas of my skin were puckered and white from being encased in my own sweat for so long.

I felt strange being out of bondage in their presence, and I was struck by how attracted to them I was.

The pledgemasters, apparently aware of Eric's potential to intimidate, and unwilling to risk his getting out of anything or receiving any special treatment, assigned, as his big brother, the biggest, most mean-spirited, most insensitive sophomore in the entire fraternity; a not very bright asshole who was not in the least impressed or intimidated by either Eric's size or his background.

I could not distinguish them, but when I heard one say that if I had not had enough, they could leave me alone for a few more hours, I moaned and started squirming and trying to kick within the bag.

My ankles were already cuffed together, with the handcuffs that Bob had tried on them for size earlier in the day, just before they brought me back to the city.

I heard my phone ring and the answering machine pick up, but the hood prevented me from recognizing the voice leaving a message.

Because of the twist one sock is pulling down and outward and the other is pulling up and outward, and wrapping the socks around the head and tying that last knot over the mouth makes it impossible to spit out.

About 10 to 15 minutes went by as I drank water intermittently and listened to their comments about whether I should be punished for cumming without permission.