Kent looked at his phone. “Private Caller”. He usually ignores those, but since he put his motorcyc
Kent looked at his phone. “Private Caller”. He usually ignores those, but since he put his motorcycle up for sale, he takes all calls. The guy said he would be there at noon to see the bike, and he was. Said he was interested in what he saw, but that he was more of a “collector”. Said he would be back later with a buddy who would want to take a ride. They knocked on the door dressed in leathers. “I’m here to ride your hog, man” the new guy said in a way that made Kent think something was off. Before he could direct them outside to see the bike, they forced their way in. “We want a closer look, Kent”…..In the same moment Kent realized he did not tell them his name, they closed the door behind them and pulled a gun. Ignoring his pleas “Who are you, What do you want, Don’t hurt me, Don’t take my bike” they pulled out coils of rope and tied him to a chair. As the new guy finished roping his right ankle to the chair leg, the other moved behind Kent now tightly restrained in the chair “Like I said, Kent, I am a collector” he said as he gagged him with a knotted bandanna. “Gggggnnnnnlllllfffff” Kent gurgled as the gag was tightly tied. “OOhhh, yeahhh” the guy whispered into Kent’s ear “I love the sound a man makes when he is being gagged.” Then slipping a hand inside his tshirt he caressed Kent’s chest. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while. Waiting for this.”. Kent flinched to get away from the hand feeling him up. “So you sit tight. We left a few devices in the car that are going to make this FUN.” And he gave Kent’s nipple a squeeze.“Yeah buddy” the other guy said as they walked out the door. “Gonna cut those clothes off you so I can climb up on you and ride your hog.”Kent struggled to get loose in the minutes they were gone. -- source link
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