Finally it worked again with an appointment between Harry and Gerd. After Harry's motorcycle and Gerd's car had been parked and their loose things except for small rucksacks, shorts and T-shirts were stowed in Gerd's car, the two of them marched so lightly into the forest. After a while with nice conversations, which, however, increasingly led to erotic topics, they discovered a beaten path that deviated from the path and which they immediately followed. Somehow the path got lost near a row of bushes and suddenly the two of them stood in a small clearing.

Gerd threw off his little backpack, gave Harry a provocative look and asked him to tear off the few pieces of clothing he was wearing, he said it was cool to be so controlled. Harry told him as imperiously as he could not to be so impatient, he would see what would happen soon.

Harry poured the contents of his little bag into the grass, cords of various lengths, and looked greedily at Gerd. You get it right away, or did Harry ask Gerd and grin at him? Now it's your turn!

They had once talked about how it would feel to be tied up and defenselessly tapped.

So Gerd put up with it when Harry fastened the cords to his wrists and lashed him tightly between two trees on the left and right.

Gerd stood there with arms outstretched, could only move a little and looked a little helpless. He didn't know what was to come, but of course he suspected it.