Paul was living the life on spring break. He was surrounded by his friends and girlfriend and was having the time of his life, heavily drunk on a crowded beach.
Paulâs cock was throbbing for his girlfriend so he went to the rest area on the beach to rinse off the saltwater and alcohol before carrying he back to the room. He entered and looked to be alone as he stripped naked and placed his clothes on the hook outside the shower.
He got hard in the shower with excitement as he finished rinsing off, he stepped out and began to air dry before reaching for his clothes.
âFucking assholes.â He said as he looked at the hook where his clothes were laying, now gone and replaced with a small purple jock and matching socks. Based off the aroma from a foot away that were previously used as well. He coved his manhood and wandered around the room. âCmon guys, thereâs a shit ton of people out there. Enough with the prank!â Paul yelled, after a little bit of searching he realized his clothes were nowhere to be found. He sighed and walked over to the new outfit left for him. He slide up the jock and the socks he shivered when he felt the cold sweat on them stick to his skin, thinking one of them mustâve been wearing this all day to get it soaked.
He walked out of the rest area, feeling the cool air rush across his bare ass. Heâd been a partier for a while so revealing his body was nothing that bothered him. He began searching the crowded beach for his group again wearing only socks and the small jock. As he explored he caught many eyes and a few whistles, he just kept strutting towards the other end of the beach. As he was nearing their hotel, making his way through the last of the giant crowd he felt a hard slap on his bare ass cheek, Paul spun around expecting to see his friends but instead was staring at a unknown man around his age, slightly more build. âYou think thatâs funny faggot?â Paul snapped at the man. The man grinned at replied âYouâre the one thatâs wearing my used jock and socks. Plus donât pretend like you arenât begging for this whole beach to slap you ass. It worked for me till some guys offered me $50 to switch clothes.â The man said before showing Paul his ass, which was bright read from the attention his ass had got prior to Paul wearing the jock. Paul then noticed that the man was wearing his clothes! He felt sick when he realized his crotch was encased in a sweaty jock of a complete stranger and not his friends. âListen here, get your gay ass out of my clothes and stop staining at my crotch, I like chicks man!â
The man chuckled, âBro, itâs spring break, live a little.â He said as he grabbed Paulâs bulge through the jock. Paul snapped and swung for the man, he avoiding the swing as he clamped his hand down on Paulâs cock and balls, causing him to crash to his knees and look up as he saw the mans fist fly into his face. Paulâs drunk body went limp from the swing as the man swung Paul over his shoulder, acting like he just had to much to drink. As he was leaving the crowd Jack, Paulâs best friend saw the man walking off with Paul and began following from a distance.
The man walked for about 15 minutes to a house on the beach and walked inside. Jack snuck up to a window and tried to peek inside. He saw a odd room with a floor that looked like it was made of his and Paulâs old wrestling mats with pipes and a lot of equipment hung on the walls. Jacks heart started racing when he saw the man begin securing Paulâs limp body to the pipes with ropes. He worked quickly and within 10 minutes had Paulâs body secured from head to toe with a large amount of rope. The man then stroked Paulâs cock before playing a large metal cage around it and locking it. Putting the key in his pocked before covering his head in a spandex hood and securing a thick leather gag over it. He began biting Paulâs nipples as he was still unconscious before taking a thick chain and locking it on his neck with a large padlock, making a necklace of sorts before walking out of the room. Jack gave it a few minutes before quietly opening the window and sneaking in, he silently rushed to Paul and began trying to find the end of the rope weaved around Paulâs body. Paul started to come to and felt his body tightly bound with he sight gone and the thick gag muffling him. He felt handing feeling around him and began to struggle, he couldnât move much but could scream through the gag with a muffled voice.
âSh, shhh, itâs Jackâ Jack said and he removed the hood to see Paulâs relieved eyes, he tried to remove the gag but found another small lock over the clasp. âFuck, itâs locked! Letâs just get you out of here and worry about it afterâ Jack said as Paul made small muffled sounds in response. Jack kept searching for a way to loosen Paulâs bondage, Paul began squirming and screaming through the gag. âPlease be quiet, if that fag comes ba-â Jack began to say before he realized Paul was warning him as the mans muscled bicep clamped around Jacks neck. Jack starred at Pauls eyes filled with fear as his body was secured in bondage, Paul saw the same fear in Jacks eyes until he went unconscious his shirtless body collapsed. âHmm, guess you boyfriend came.â The man said as Paul glared.
Paul watched as the man wasted little time hog tying his friend tightly in rope before pulling down his pants and locking a metal cage around his friends large cock and balls, making Paul realize the odd sensation on his own manhood was from the same. The man then gagged Jack with a bandana and smack him across the face.
Jacks body twitch before he began to wake up, quickly realizing what happed as he started at Paulâs body still bound in front of him. They both began moaning through their gags and struggling as they looked at each other hopelessly.
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