sleepsacks. hogties. ballgags.

The top manager in the middle of a dubious case of industrial espionage (rigger: inglesatado on Recon)

Got pretty drunk at the bar Friday night….innocently flirting with a couple ladies.  He still cut an impressive figure in his dress pants…tight shirt showing off his muscular chest.  He’d been working out…trying to stay fit.  He didn’t notice the beefy guy watching him from the corner until last call.

The guy approached him..they shot the shit for a few minutes…John was pretty wasted. Guy offered to get his last drink, and John couldn’t refuse. The guy was helping John to his hotel room…..nice guy…strong John thought as he lifted him from under his arms…holding him steady….last thing he remembered.

He woke up in this strange room….arms aching….wrists and elbows tied….head held tight….ankles tied tight together and pulled up.  He tried to call out…MMMMPHHHHH!!!!  MMMMPHHHHH!! was all he could manage as he fought against the ropes.  He saw his dress pants on a chair across the room…realizing he was stripped to his underwear.  Guy could barely move…started to sweat as he noticed piles of rope and other leather restraints piled around the room.  He could also make out what looked like white football pants, wrestling gear, and cup jocks hanging on the walls in the dimly lit room….”what the fuck?” he thought..struggling….still fighting the ropes….but all he could manage was low grunting into the ball gag strapped into his mouth.

Suddenly a flash went off, as his captor took a photo.  John caught a glimpse of the guy from the bar.  He was stripped to his waist, wearing a leather jock and chaps…John really started to buck now…rope cutting into his wrists.

“That’s a good boy.” John felt the guy’s other hand on his butt now, while the rag was still pressed tight over his nose and gagged mouth. “Good boy. Breath. Damn buddy, I can tell you’ve been working out. I’m gonna start you in some football gear. This first customer’s a real “butt-man. Yeah… you’ll look good in these white uni pants…I’ll get you cupped up too…. a nice tight football girdle.”

John was fading… “uhhhhhhhh…..”

“Course I’ll get you spread eagled face down… can’t have you humping the bed.. hehhehheh.. you might enjoy all the attention you’re gonna get, buddy….”

“uhhhhhhh…. uhhhhhh”