@vixxrd (plotted starter)
Nathan’s not all that surprised when he wakes up alone. The only really surprising part is that he’s been left alone. Hook ups generally tend to kick him out first. Maybe that means the guy has some hidden cameras in his house and everything Nathan’s doing is being recorded. Maybe he’s just an idiot. Who knows in this day and age. Still, Nathan’s not trying to go to jail so he doesn’t swipe anything though the guy probably deserves it considering his absolute lack of any effort during sex. If Nathan wanted to waste his time on stupid endeavors, he would have been better off riding those mechanical bulls they have for kids outside of grocery stores. Would have felt the same too.
He doesn’t bother to put on anything other than his boxers as he heads to the kitchen, cameras be damned. He hasn’t felt shame since his youth and he’s not about to start now. As he walks, he plans what he’ll make. Eggs, maybe? Some bacon would be really good too. Maybe even some sausage if the man’s that fancy which he seems the be. The house is rather nice, one of those rich people houses you see on tv, and rich people always have sausages. It’s like a staple or something of theirs. In fact, Nathan can’t remember ever buying sausage himself. Maybe he should try it someday, treat himself. Turning the corner into the kitchen, Nathan seees-
A man in the kitchen. No, not his hook up and no, Nathan hasn’t developed a sudden fear of the same sex. There is a full ass man tied to a chair in the kitchen. Is Nathan missing something? Was there some kinky subtext he missed in some contract he didn’t see? Nathan’s seen a lot of weird shit at hook ups’ houses but usually they were involving dog shit and spouse pictures. This is a new one for Nathan. So shocked is he, he forgets he’s almost completely naked in front of this stranger. Shame he may not have but general common sense when it comes to dress standards with people you don’t know is something he’s stocked up on.
“You, uh, you need help? With getting out? Are you okay? Do you know the man who lives here? I’m not related to him, just so you know. If you try to go after anyone, I’m not the guy. I just slept with him but I didn’t know anything about what happened to you. I’m just, uh, if you don’t need help, I’ll go. No complaints, not trying to get in trouble with the law.” Nathan rambles. All he can do is stand there, staring at the man. His hands are getting clammy, even in the cool air of the kitchen. If there are cameras, well, Nathan’s already implicated himself into whatever’s going on. He can already imagine the armed guards breaking down his door to shoot him.
