By lthr_jock
As PJ crossed the room toward Paul, he stripped off his bike jacket and gloves to reveal a tight form-fitting black lycra t-shirt underneath which showed off his impressive torso. Paul gurgled something unintelligible into the gag and tried to stand up.
“STAY.”
The single word from PJ froze him in place – back arched displaying his cock, one arm behind him, the other inches away from where he had just been stroking himself. Desperately, he tried to move as PJ approached, and found himself completely unable to. He tried to shout but could emit nothing more than a low moan.
PJ crouched down in front of him.
“Very nice. Very nice, indeed.” He reached forward and gently stroked the inside of Paul’s muscular thighs. “Have you got all the pictures you wanted, Chuck?” He grinned as Chuck affirmed that he had “Oh good. Time for some fun then.”
