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could take on the two of them if I needed to, even
with
my dodgy leg.
    So I follow John to the door under the stairs and then on, down into the dimly lit cellar.
    â€œBest room in the house,” he says as he descends before me.
    Jean rests a hand on my shoulder as he climbs down behind.
    The cellar is fabulous and I am truly dumb struck. Were these not Mr and Mr Peach, I
would
be afraid.
    The rough stone walls are dimly lit by the flickering light of fake torches. In the middle of the room, suspended from the ceiling, is a complex set of pulleys and chains, the kind of thing you see at a
Kwik-Fit
garage.
    Along the wall is a huge tool rack containing a selection of toys worthy of any sex shop: clamps, rings, leather gear, hand-cuffs and a full set of dildos, carefully laid out from small to large.
    It reminds me of my father’s tool bench and spanner sets, and I briefly wonder if the one dildo the boys can never find is the one they use the most.
    â€œWow,” I say, touching a hanging chain. “What’s all this for?”
    Jean laughs and slides a hand to my arse.
    â€œIf you want to know that then you are obliged to participate!” he laughs, his French accent suddenly quite strong.
    I laugh nervously but pull gently away. “I’m not sure that right now is …”
    â€œLache toi!” he says. –
Let yourself go
! “It’s just a new experience.”
    â€œYeah, but I’m not sure it’s an experience I want to have,” I say. “I’m not sure that this kind of sex is …”
    â€œWho said anything about sex?” he says. “Just try on the gear and we’ll show you how the pulley works. You decide where you want to stop.”
    For the first time since the accident my dick twitches, and bizarrely there are no voices in my mind raising objections, so as Jean lifts a huge mass of leather straps and buckles, I shrug.
    â€œIt’s amazing being suspended in this thing I promise you,” he says.
    â€œWe’ll just put it on, and other than that we won’t even touch you,” John insists.
    I look at the complex harness and remember when I was in New York, remember saying no to exactly this. I remember wondering ever since just what it would have been like.
    My hesitation is a giveaway and the boys nod and smile as if a decision has been reached.
    â€œI guess …” I say vaguely. “But I’m not sure I want to go any further, really I’m not.”
    Jean winks at his partner who grins back. “That’s no problem,” he says.
    A wave of heat ripples through my body. It starts at my brow and sweeps down, a wave of panic.
    I wonder if I can trust them, I wonder if they will balk at the sight of the scars on my knee and my arm, I wonder if my knee will hurt, I wonder …
    But strangely I stay silent. I stand and watchmyself let John pull my T-shirt over my head.
    â€œIt’ll be fine,” he says, and for some reason, I believe him.
    Jean moves behind me, takes my wrist and starts to buckle a leather wristband around it.
    â€œWhat’s this?” he asks, running a finger along my scar.
    â€œBad car accident,” I say, suddenly embarrassed.
    â€œDon’t blush,” Jean says. “It’s sexy.”
    â€œAnd no risks!” I say. “I’m negative OK?”
    John crouches before me and starts to remove my trainers.
    Jean, behind me, says, “You don’t listen. We already agreed, no sex, nothing but suspension. Relax.”
    John removes the second trainer and pulls down my jeans and my boxer shorts. My dick springs erect. I feel myself blush.
    â€œHmm, you’re enjoying this aren’t you!” he laughs.
    Jean leans around me and peers at my dick.
    â€œHmmm, shame to put that to waste,” he says.
    They remove my jeans and clip restraints to my ankles. John stands and lifts my arms. His partner, still behind, immediately clips the d-rings of the