Jansen woke up, remembering the sting of the dart that he plucked out of his neck. Then everything was a blur. He could feel the cloth tightly tied into his mouth. He figured out he was tied up. But he had no clue who did this to him or where he was. Or where his shirt was... then a stranger walked in holding his shirt and told him he looked real good bare chested, roped and gagged. And that he was going to be his new toy for the weekend.


















