By AlphaMetal
Trey didn’t know what time it was, but he could tell many hours had passed. It must be getting close to 6:00 PM.
The door to the small room opened and two large men walked in. Both were tall, and both were big, like bodybuilders. They wore black t-shirts with the word “SECURITY,” black tactical pants, and black military boots, and one was holding steel leg shackles in his hand. The other released the restraint that chained Trey’s ankle to the floor, and he looked at Trey and said: “Strip down.”
Between the size of the guys – their chests were massive under their black t-shirts – and the fact that Trey had already resigned himself to what was going to happen, Trey unlaced and removed his boots, pulled off his socks, and began removing the rest of his uniform. In just a few moments he was naked. Except for his cock cage, of course.
Put your hands behind you back,” the man said. Trey obeyed, and the man handcuffed his wrists.
“Get on your knees,” one of the men said.
