As I slid my hands around his body, I felt his body stiffen.
I teased his buttocks apart and he uttered a muffled cry of protest.
I teased his buttocks apart and he uttered a muffled cry of protest.
But even now he had no idea what I was going to do with him.
He obviously hadn't been looking for an evening like this
when he'd walked into the Silver Lode Bar that evening,
dressed in a smart, snug-fitting polo shirt and jeans.
I liked the look of him and targeted him from the shadows.
By the time he'd worked out it was no Country & Western Bar,
I had him cornered and offered to take him somewhere better.
I got him bent over the car and handcuffed before he had a chance to panic.
He assumed I was a cop and I didn't tell him otherwise.
I hustled him to my pad which is too badly lit to tell what it is in the dark.
I guess he suspected it was no ordinary arrest when I bundled him into the cellar.
I strapped him to the wall and spent 15 minutes watching him struggling.
One thing he knew for sure now. He couldn't escape from my restraints.
I have a clever gadget that lifts the wrists after I strap them to the wall mounts.
They go up until the captive is standing on the balls of his shackled feet.
It leaves him with no leverage to do anything, not even to kick me.
This one didn't seem inclined to even try anything. Sensible guy.
Not even when I gagged him. More for effect than anything.
He just watched as I stripped down to my Dungeon Gear
He did wriggle as I relieved him of his shirt, jeans and under pants.
Destroying them in the process, unfortunately, a shame but there you go.
When I touched his bare skin there was one other thing he knew.
I was interested in his body, very interested.
A drip of water fell from the grid above onto his chest.
It ran down between us and I felt him stir......
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