Bo Bangor and Mickey Collins

«Mickey Collins had lost all track of time as he sat tied in an uncomfortable chair. His arms had been pulled behind and around the chair's back and his wrists had been cuffed painfully tight. His ankles were lashed to the legs of the chair. And he was naked but for his tight jockstrap that imprisoned his rock hard rigid cock! Sweat poured all over his thick hairy body. He had been blindfolded as a final refinement to his acute discomfort. He knew that he had been taken to an ill ventilated hot shed and his captor had bound him. A hand had played with the bulge in his jock and lips had kissed him all over. His captor had left him with a promise that he'd be back for some real lusty sexy bondage session with him.
Mickey tried twisting his wrists behind him in an effort to free his hands. It was futile as they'd been bound real tight. He tried shouting for help but to no avail. His helplessness and his captor's promise of a hot bondage session caused his cock to twitch in his jockstrap. He could smell his own sweat, testosterone and lust. All of a sudden, he sensed the presence of another person. A new cocktail of sweat and sex and testosterone.
Hands rested on his pec mass and rolled his taut nipples. He sighed as a hand came to rest on his crotch.....»