Cody has never been lucky in love. In fact, he isn’t feeling very lucky at all. Losing his job and all his money means he has to sell his home. He feels overwhelmed at having to start from scratch again.<br><br>Cody decides to get away from it all, and retreats to a secluded forest for some peace and quiet. But two days into his journey, he’s hit over the head as he’s emerging from his tent. When he wakes up, he discovers he’s tied to a chair in a dark room. He struggles against his bonds, and when he hears someone approaching, he begins to panic.<br><br>Who kidnapped him? What do they want from a man who has nothing left?

Tied Up In Knots

Cody found it suddenly difficult to breath. “What are you doing?”


Baz returned to the shelf. He took down a jar of white grease and walked back to the table, unscrewing the lid. Cody’s cock throbbed when Baz dug his forefinger into the grease and collected a large dollop on the tip, which he smeared over Cody’s arsehole.


Baz remained silent as his finger pressed against Cody’s hole. He started moving his digit in circular motions, sliding easily through the grease, and every now and again dipping his finger inside Cody.


Cody writhed, ever so slightly, beneath Baz’s firm touch. “Stick it in,” he said.


Baz continued to ignore him, his finger continually circling Cody’s arsehole. Through the grease. Over the puckered flesh. Teasing. Delaying the moment of penetration. Occasionally he’d change direction, or slide his finger up and down along the crevice.


Chapter 15