By lthr_jock
Jim woke up the next day in his new bed. He lay there, arms crossed behind his head and wondered how he had got into the situation he found himself in last night. He had no idea how long he had been suspended in the frame – but by the time he had been released, he was dripping with sweat, his muscles were cramping and his cock was desperate for release. He could vaguely remember hands touching his muscles, fondling his crotch, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what happened next or how he got home.
His muscles still ached from his bondage yesterday, so he levered himself out of bed and took a long, hot shower to try and get the kinks out. Sitting down to some breakfast, he crunched his way through a bowl of cereal while typing out his first days report for the Inspector. He discretely omitted details about the events in Inferno, instead mentioning that he had made contact with the club owner. Sending the email, he sat back to plan his day.
