By lostouteast

Jimmy had no idea where he was being taken. That was far from the most immediate thought on his mind, however. The tight ball tie that he had been put in had begun to put considerable strain on his muscles, and his entire body was in open mutiny. His muscle cramps developed muscle cramps as every attempt at movement was foiled by the leather straps connecting his biceps to his thighs and the chains that unyieldingly connected his wrists to his ankles.

The duffle bag he had been stuffed in tightly encapsulated his body as the stench of a cum and piss soaked jock strap, stale socks and a sweat saturated pair of bike shorts permeated his compact prison. Jimmy was acutely aware of the rubber penis pressing against his tongue, as well as the tight leather hood that hugged his face and robbed him of his vision. But more than anything else, he was aware of his cock, which oozed a constant stream of precum with every bump in the road.

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