By lthr_jock
Paul woke up abruptly in his bed, confused and worried by the intense dream he’d had the night before. His head buzzing, he went and ran his shower colder than normal and as he stood under it he ran through his dream.
It started in his house, with someone spraying something in his face. As he fell to his knees, he looked up to see a bulky guy dressed in black combats leaning forward and locking a thick leather collar around Paul’s neck. Paul tried to speak but seemed to be unable to. The man was joined by three others, and together they manhandled Paul out the door. He tried to struggle, but his limbs didn’t seem to be working. Outside, the men bundled him into the back of a van. Paul found himself helplessly sprawled on the floor of the van as it pulled away.
He couldn’t tell how long the van journey was – in his dream he seemed to fade in and out. Each time he woke up, something had changed. Firstly, his shorts had been removed. Then they were replaced with a skimpy black leather jockstrap. White rugby socks had been rolled onto his feet, followed by highly glossed DM boots, which were tightly laced in place. The men then sat him upright, adding a sizable metal padlock to the front of his collar. They then twisted his hands up behind him and secured them to cuffs, which dangled from the back of his collar. Finally, a rubber gag shaped like a small cock was slid into his mouth and secured behind his head.