By lthr_jock
Mike struggled and fought against the restraints. He screamed into the gag, but the thick rubber apple was well secured and all he could do was make incoherent noises. The only people who knew he were up here were probably speaking to his colleagues from the station, so no-one would be coming to help him. He tensed, knowing what was going to happen and utterly helpless to prevent it.
And he waited.
After several minutes, he realised that nothing had happened, that although he could feel the vibration from the machine and hear it whirring, nothing was pushing itself against his virgin arse. He relaxed, slumping in the restraints with relief and now that he realised the danger was passed, started again to enjoy the situation he found himself in. His cock quickly hardened and by the time he heard the clump of approaching boots he was dripping a steady stream of precum.
“Damn. Such a filthy pig.” Mike grunted with relief as he heard Gordons voice. The older man moved around behind Mike and switched the machine off. He then moved around and crouched in front of Mike. “ Like I said, nothing like that unless you want it.” He grinned and reached out with a gloved hand to tousle the rubber pig hood. Mike swore at Gordon, secure in the knowledge that everything he said would be tortured into unintelligible grunts. Gordon laughed as he seemed to understand what Mike had said. “Careful, Mikey. Swear at me like that and I’ll leave you here overnight. Or are you ready to go home.”
