I remember waking up and there being a slight draft in the room. I couldn't
quite see my surroundings, just the darkness. When I realized I couldn't move my
arms and legs, it suddenly all came back to me. I had been talking to this
handsome guy at the bar. He was a beautiful brunette with dewy eyes and soft
lips. He introduced himself as Ethan Tate, and asked if I'd be willing to play a
little game with him. Next thing I know, I'm completely naked on all fours with
a ball-gag in my mouth. With each moment of realization and each fragment of my
returning memory, my cock starts to rise. As frightened as I am, I'm equally
aroused against all logic, and can't wait until I can see what Ethan has in
store for the rest of his game. He entered the dark room. His lean body was
adorned with a leather harness—that softness I saw in his face before became far
more harsh when framed by leather and low light. As soon as his fingers touched
my skin, my blood rushed. It was electric. My cock throbbed out of control,
painfully. As he admired my flesh like a prized possession, I grew hungry, needy
for more of his touch. My body, my will – all were his to grope, to knead. An
explosion of heat reached the walls of my hole as his tongue started to explore
inside. I moaned reflexively, trapped by unyielding pleasure. I knew I'd be
bound to him for as long as he needed me and for whatever he needed of me.
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