One minute i'm in the bar signing the contract with Chris Gay, the next i'm out cold. When I wake, I feel extremely groggy and unfocused. I move to stretch but my wrists are bound over my head. I start to panic as everything falls into place. There's a ball gag in my mouth and my legs are tied just as tightly as my wrists. I can't even look around because a thin leather strip covers my eyes.
That bastard Chris must've drugged me last night after I drunkenly signed his...Oh God help me...I signed a bondage contract.
I struggle frantically, trying desperately to move but all I can think is that i'm naked, tied and ready for him. I hear footsteps enter the room and I start to feel more self conscious of my vulnerable state. As if on cue, my cock leaps to attention.
"Ah, so you're finally awake Adam." His voice is like melting chocolate, So deep and rich that I just want to swim in it. Probably part of the reason my drunken self was so willing to sign all my freedom away. I try to curse him through my gag but it's no use.
"Now, now Adam Feele. You signed my contract and now you are mine to do with as I see fit."
I feel so angry at him but there isn't a damn thing I can do but lie there. I hear him move across the room and open a drawer. He finds what he's looking for because after a few seconds I hear him make his way back to side of the bed.
"Oh Adam my dear boy, it seems you are leaking. If you hate this so much then why is your cock weeping for my attention?"