Woofystrip
28 photos; 8:57 video
Kevin thought he was the baddest boy in town and could get everyone to do what he wanted and when he wanted. For the most part he was right. Taking from people came a little too easily for him.
However Kevin was about to learn that some people you just don't take from when one day at the gym, Kevin took the wrong bag with him home. The bag should've had his sweaty gym clothes. Instead it had $50,000 and Kevin didn't need to be a genius to realize it was probably not legally obtained or earned.
He considered going to the cops with the bag but another thought entered his head and it wasn't a smart. He was going to keep it instead and make it go a long way. Pay a few bills, sort out his car, nothing that would draw attention to himself. At least that's what he thought.
The man who ended up with Kevin's gym bag soon tracked Kevin down due to a receipt from a credit card Kevin hadn't gotten rid of. Mack decided it was time to pay Kevin a house call.
Late one night, Kevin came home to find that something wasn't right. Before he could do anything, a rather unfriendly figure came from behind and XXXX him out.
Kevin woke up a half an hour later to find himself in his own basement. His hands were bound above his head with rope, feet and ankles also tied and a thick cloth kept him gagged tight. On instinct, Kevin struggled in his bonds desperately calling out for help. No one was coming to his aid and he couldn't do a thing to free himself. Then the unfriendly figure came down to the basement, the bag of half spent money dropped to the ground and looked Kevin up and down, sizing him like prey. Then he spoke.
"Hello, Kevin," the masked man said. "I'm Mack and it seems that you have been something of a bad boy. Weren't you ever taught not to take what don't belong to you?"
Kevin muffled, struggled and called for help as the man was now behind him, his hands all over Kevin, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Don't bother," Mack scoffed, amused by Kevin's sense of panic. "No one is coming for you. You've taken from me, I think I must take from you. Call it even."
Kevin gulped and looked at the man with dread. It didn't matter what he tried to do, he was a disadvantage, powerless to fight. The next few hours the masked intruder gave Kevin a valuable lesson, one he'd never forget as he managed to free himself but the reminder of his lesson would stay with him forever as he pulled the gag out of his mouth, loosened the ropes and slowly made it out of the basement. To his XXXX a note had been left for him from his tormentor with a few simple words to strike dread into Kevin. It simply said .... Until next time.
Kevin gasped, knowing there would be one. He took from the wrong man and that man wasn't done with him yet.
Model: Kevin
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/12/2015
Tags: stripped, cleave gag, gagging, hands above head, bad guy, ass, nude, spank, muscle