Studs In Distress

That’s it boy, sleep tight, you’ve had a long day. Winning the game took it out of you and my drugging your beer didn’t help much. When you wake up you’ll be shackled to a work bench in my basement with only myself and 20 of my closest friends to keep that tight little unit of yours company. So get your rest stud, you’ll be needing it!

Bratty, spoiled teen Duncan Turnbull has been left alone for an entire weekend with his perverted multimillionaire stepfather Keith. Duncan was certain Keith had only married his mother because he had his eye on him but he couldn’t prove it and besides, Keith did whatever he could to keep Duncan happy, spending millions on the lad. Now though, as Duncan awoke in a cheap motel room, tied to the bedstead in only his sports trunks, he realised, to his horror, that while his doting mother was away, he’d be forced to pay his Stepfather back, in kind, with interest! Duncan recoiled in horror as Keith put his hot, sweaty hand on his creamy, smooth thigh and ran it upwards, towards his crotch. Duncan: “Nooooooooooooo”

Sexy office stud Stuart had no idea he was being followed on his way into work that morning. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn't make it into the office. The serial cheat instead ended up hogtied in a filthy closed down public toilet. His bespoke grey suit trousers and crisp white shirt covered in a mixture of urine and faeces as he rolled around on the cold wet floor trying desperately to free himself from his unforgiving restraints. The room was pitch black and the stench of the place burning his nostrils and making him heave. He'd never have usually ventured into such a place. His world was once of clean white porcelain. He didn't belong here. But here he'd been for what felt like a period of 2 days or more. Suddenly the heavy sliding door was drawn back and in walked a tall figure, shrouded in silhouette. Stuart strained his eyes as they adjusted to the blinding light to see who his potential savior was. Suddenly his vision racked focus on Jim - his father in law. "Jim - thank God, how did you find me? Listen, you've gotta get me out of here" Jim just smiled "Get you out of here? Boy - who do you think put you in here in the first place?" Stuart looked confused. Jim continued. "I know you've been playing away on my baby girl you little shit..." Terrified, Stuart began to weep, and shake his pretty little head but it was no good and he knew it. "No, Jim, please" "So" Jim continued "I've decided to stick you where all little shits belong" With that Jim grabbed the broken stud by his restraints and frog marched him into one of the cubicles. "No, Dad, PLEASE" Stuart screamed as his £300 hair cut was seized by Jim and his head was forced down into a shit filled toilet bowl. His lean, toned body lurched as he was drowned in a combination of toilet water, shit and his own vomit. After Stuart's body fallen limp, Jim unzipped his trousers and took a piss on his lifeless stinking corpse before leaving the abandoned faculty, snapping the chub locks shut on his way out.