Nothing But His Socks by Kurt
26 photos; 5:56 video
Danny slowly came to, his eyes squinting in the bright morning sunlight that streamed through a nearby window. He was awake, but...something wasn't right. He remembered meeting some of the guys at the bar last night, Dave, Eddie...who else? Was supposed to be a dude's night out. Danny knew he'd had a few beers, but nothing near what would make him pass out. What the hell...?
Grunting, he tried to move, and realized he was lying on a bed. Glancing down his body, he was shocked to see he was nude, except for his white sports socks! A gag was tied in his mouth, and his arms were pulled back, bound tightly at the wrists. His ankles were also crossed and tied with rope, cinched 3 or 4 times around his feet. His strong, muscular body felt weak somehow...drained. His cock was semi-hard, and he had the weird feeling he had recently shot a load. What the hell was going on?? Taking some deep breaths, he tried to pull himself together and started to struggle against the bonds. There wasn't a lot of rope holding him, but they were thick and knotted tightly. He rolled around, pulled, struggled, his cock and ball sac flopping around as he desperately tried to escape. His efforts were in vain as the ropes held, and he couldn't even loosen the gag in his mouth. His efforts were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"Ah, good morning, Danny," an accented male voice said, "I trust you had a good XXXX?"
"Mmmpphh!! Urrppphhh??" Danny replied.
Turning his head, he saw a figure in the doorway, speaking into a cellphone.
"Yeah, this one we got last night is ready. Yeah, he's hot, fucking hot...he'll bring a damn good price tonight."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!"
The End
Model: Aiden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/06/2014