By Cutieboy90
Gary is a big lug. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky masculine swagger, the blond construction worker is the epitome of tough guy. Yeah, he’s a big tough manly man, but once he’s out of the carharts and steel-toed boots, he’s just a big teddybear. This afternoon, he’s hogtied on the bed next to me as I write. His hair is matted with sweat, and he’s panting lightly though the thick socks tied in his mouth. He wriggles his toes as I brush my fingertips along his body, idly tracing his spine and ribs. I can see his eyes fluttering gently.
“That’s it, big guy,” I whisper in a soothing voice. “You get to relax now that I’ve got you.”
“Mmmmhmmm…” Gary moans with a nod.
I reach over his broad back and feel his feet.