Toby had been at his bachelor party with his groomsmen. They had been bar hopping and by the end of the night all of them were pretty soused. Somewhere along the night they wound up walking into a gay leather bar and still partied. They were so drunk that they were oblivious to the fact that they were in a gay bar. Toby had to go to the bathroom and wound up going through the wrong door to the backroom bar. A rougher crowd was in there.
Toby’s friends had moved on to another bar and had left them behind, thinking he was already on the party bus. They partied till 4 in the morning and never missed Toby.
Toby woke up the next day in some basement dungeon. He had a splitting headache and didn’t remember how he had gotten to where he was. He was sitting on a chair. His ass felt like it was being split by something impaled up it. His cock was rock hard bound by the jute rope that held his balls. He was roped to an old school chair that held him tight. He moves slightly and felt the pain in his nipples that were clamped with forceps and secured by rope to the ceiling. His mouth was drooling over the black ball gag in it. He heard a noise and turned to see two hulking men in leather harnesses and ass less chaps coming towards him. Both have huge erections, at least ten inches long a piece. One was carrying a whip and the other a cane.
The furry one said, “Looks like our groom is going to miss his wedding. Yeah, bitch you told us all about it last night as we fucked your ass and mouth. What a drunken bitch you were.”
“We liked you so much that we're going to keep you a while. Last night was only the beginning and since you probably don’t remember a thing, we are going to make some memories now.” said the hairless one.
“Mmmmm...ooo...e...eee…..uuuuuu!” Toby mumbled into his gag. His eyes got bigger as the furry one let his whip curl out ready to strike.
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Toby had been at his bachelor party with his groomsmen. They had been bar hopping and by the end of the night all of them were pretty soused. Somewhere along the night they wound up walking into a gay leather bar and still partied. They were so drunk that they were oblivious to the fact that they were in a gay bar. Toby had to go to the bathroom and wound up going through the wrong door to the backroom bar. A rougher crowd was in there.
Toby’s friends had moved on to another bar and had left them behind, thinking he was already on the party bus. They partied till 4 in the morning and never missed Toby.
Toby woke up the next day in some basement dungeon. He had a splitting headache and didn’t remember how he had gotten to where he was. He was sitting on a chair. His ass felt like it was being split by something impaled up it. His cock was rock hard bound by the jute rope that held his balls. He was roped to an old school chair that held him tight. He moves slightly and felt the pain in his nipples that were clamped with forceps and secured by rope to the ceiling. His mouth was drooling over the black ball gag in it. He heard a noise and turned to see two hulking men in leather harnesses and ass less chaps coming towards him. Both have huge erections, at least ten inches long a piece. One was carrying a whip and the other a cane.
The furry one said, “Looks like our groom is going to miss his wedding. Yeah, bitch you told us all about it last night as we fucked your ass and mouth. What a drunken bitch you were.”
“We liked you so much that we're going to keep you a while. Last night was only the beginning and since you probably don’t remember a thing, we are going to make some memories now.” said the hairless one.
“Mmmmm...ooo...e...eee…..uuuuuu!” Toby mumbled into his gag. His eyes got bigger as the furry one let his whip curl out ready to strike.