Patrick motioned for TJ to climb a scaffolding, TJ took the stairs slowly. TJ kept his eyes fixed on the pillory at the top of the platform. TJ hesitated and stumbled a bit--he was having second thoughts about this game Patrick wanted to play. TJ cleared his mind and focused on the promised reward, Patrick had promised him a belly full of opossum cum if he stayed in the pillory from dusk until dawn.
TJ reached the top of the scaffolding and stood on the platform, he had a good view of the neighborhood (and conversely, the whole neighborhood would have a good view of the naked fox), the light was a pale purple in the fading light, and the horizon was a beautiful red as the sun set. TJ smiled, it was a nice view, and the forecast didn't call for snow. He was convinced he could do this.
Patrick pointed down by the base of the pillory, TJ saw a small pedal. "That's wired to a bell inside, right next to my nice warm bed. If you get too cold, or need any other assistance, just step on it. I might, might, come out and release you. Of course, if you do, then you won't get your treat."
TJ looked down at the bulge in Patrick's pants, and thoughts of the cream his balls contained flooded TJ's thoughts. "That won't be necessary," TJ mumbled, kicking the button away as he placed his neck in the semi-circles cut out of the lower board. Patrick swung the upper board into place, securing it with a padlock.
As the hasp clicked shut, TJ's own dick became engorged with blood, giving him a large erection. Patrick giggled, "TJ, that's the hardest you've been since we met. You must really like these games." As Patrick slowly walked down the stairs back to the warm house, TJ was left in the dark, watching the mercury fall down past -10 °C.
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