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k**napped by daddy bear

I work for for the water department, and it is common for me to have to enter residences to conduct checks. One summer day, I was making my rounds through a slightly scetchy neighborhood. On warm days we are allowed to dress comfortably, so I was wearing shorts, a tshirt and hiking boots. I knocked on the door of a large older home in poor condition. A shirtless, hairy man with a weightlifter’s build of about 55 answered the door. I told him I needed access to his basement, and he seemed put out. He told me this was not a good time, and I explained that this was the only time I would be in the area. As I stood in the door way, he was looking me over in a way that pinged my “gaydar”. I’m a bit of an attention whore, so I don’t mind when a furry muscled-up mature hottie is checking me out. I am a serious bicyclist, and my muscular legs look good in the shorts and hiking boots I wear. “Just a minute, I have to go downstairs to put my dog away”. He returned a moment later, and pointed me to the basement door. As is often the case, I was left to search for the right room in the huge basement on my own. I began opening doors in my search. That was when I heard what I thought was a muffled moan coming from behind a door. I opened the door, and there was a man handcuffed to an overhead pipe. He was gagged, and naked except for a cock ring, and tall black boots similar to motorcycle cop boots. He looked my way, and said” help me” through the gag. I figured the best thing I could do ...

... was to pretend that I didn’t see him, then call the police when I got out of the house. Then, before I could turn around something hard came down on the back of my head. I went down to my knees, the room spinning around me. I fought off u*********sness, and struggled back to my feet. Then I felt a powerful hairy forearm tighten around my neck. I passed out, going limp in the big man’s arms. I don’t know how long I was out. During this time he had stripped me down to my bikini briefs and hiking boots, and tied me up to the overhead pipe. My wrists were tied together, then tied to the pipe. My legs were spread apart, cuffed at each ankle. When I came to, the first thing I was aware of were hands gently stroking my thighs, then caressing my cock and balls through the thin fabric of my briefs. Even in my semi conscious state my cock began to stiffen in response, and a soft moan escaped my lips. But this ended abruptly when I became fully aware of my surroundings. I tried to yell, but all that came out was mmmphh! mmmphh! , I was gagged like the man I saw before I was knocked out. I wondered where he was now. “Sorry about the bump on the head. I would have extended a more conventional invitation to stay awhile, but I hate rejection”. It was the shirtless muscle bear. “Besides, I think it’s important to establish my dominance early on in the relationship. Knocking you out, and tying you up covers that pretty well, don’t you think?” “You have a pretty hard head, I was surprised when ...