Two figures dancing with toes in the darkening night. An occasional cough, grunt and foot tap between them. Both desiring some quick fun and action to relieve a desire, and need. Each knows the dangers lurking in the unseen, but both are driven by the same hormones pumping through their veins. Desire, want and lust forcing them on a dangerous quest of physical contact.

Is the other one a cop? Is he safe? Is anyone outside? Will someone better come along? All are valid questions, but the physical act over rides all. Both bodies with shirts open and underwear above the ankles seated on a public throne of porcelain. Only a single dim bulb lit the small room. The two bodies separated by a wall of steel with strategic holes. Tiny beads of sweat form and trickle down the faces as each work themselves into an excited state.

First one foot taps and then the other and the hunt have begun. A short series of taps then the other responds in kind. The two feet slowly get closer and closer until they touch. Soon a tongue flickers through a hole, and the other sticks its manhood through seeking to climax.

First thing the other does is to pull the balls through, and starts to fondle. The equipment grows in size and release is a must. In all the pent up frustration the victim does not feel or hear the wooden block being placed around its scepter and jewels then locked in place.

From the other side of the steel wall a man’s voice yelled. “Oh, yeah this is nice.”

The sound of leaves crunching underfoot brought the victim out of his crazed desires. He started to pull out, but found he could not.

The foot steps got closer and closer, and victim started to yell as panic set in. From out of the dark a man stepped forward. He carried an air of authority even in this dim light, and headed straight to the victim.

“No need to panic! I and the property just want to have some fun.” As a leather gloved hand caressed the face.

The man of authority forced a dildo into its throat and tied it around back of the head. Then forced handcuffs on the victim.

“Go ahead and milk them dry.” Then the one on the floor started to suck. While he sucked he squeezed and played with the nuts.

The man of authority grabbed a fist full of hair, and forced the head to turn his way.

“You’re very pretty. Ahh, I recognize that glazed look in your eyes you must have shot your wad. Your body is relaxing, but the property will continue its job until I say otherwise.”

The body started to wiggle and a muffled scream could be heard, and the man took his fingers and forced an eyelid open.

“You see, I get off by watching victims eyes. If you close them again like that, I will get mad then you will get punished.”

Pulling out a knife the man placed the cold steel against the skin and pulled out.

“Oh Yes, I enjoy playing with knives.” He then placed the knife against the throat, and said, “Should I cut this?”

Sweat was pouring off the tied up human by this point, and he grunted.

“Was that a No, I heard?” the victim started grunting over and over again, and a head that was trying to move from side to side.

“Ahh, I see from your reactions you’re ejaculating again. That thing on the floor will just keep sucking and pulling your balls unless I say to stop”

Reaching into the victim’s pockets the man retrieved the victim’s wallet, checkbook and other odds and ends then placed them in his own leather coat. Then shredded what was left of the clothes, and tossed them into the toilet and pissed on them. The body started to wiggle about and moans and grunts could be heard, and once again there was a climax.

“I will give you a choice. One you become my property for life, and I let you live. Two, I cut off your dick and balls and leave you to your fate. Which is it?”

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