doped-roped-groped:

Who am I? You don’t know me. But I know you, Gregory.

Well, I know where you work. I know where you work out. I know where you live. Obviously.

I know the car you drive. I know those jeans you wear that look great on your ass. Oh and those dark khakis too- you look great in those. I know all the shirts you wear that show off those bulging pecs you spend so much time on in the gym. I like the thinner ones where I can see your man nips through them.

Yeah, I know a lot about you Gregory. And I plan to know you better. That’s what all this is about- the ropes, the gag. I want to know what you feel like. What you taste like. I’ve had enough just looking. I want to experience you, Gregory. All of you.

So I had to knock you out and tie you up because I know you fuck women. And you would never agree to letting some guy fuck you.

Yes. I am going to fuck you. Settle down. I’ll ease you into it. Let’s take it slow. We have all night. Let’s just start with feeling this tight body of yours.

Mmmmmmm. Nice… thick solid meat on you dude. Very hot….. You know I was going to kidnap you about a year or so ago, but you still had the college beer weight on you. Thanks for all the work you’ve done over the past year to get yourself in shape.

You are prime kidnap material now… Mmmmm. Yeah. The more the struggle the harder I get Gregory….