Go inside to help

Leanne cautiously moved her hand towards the door handle. She squeezed it tight before slowly turning it and easing the door open. The room inside was as gloomy as the others and she peered inside hoping to see what was there before venturing any further. She could hear more whimpering through the darkness and despite her trepidation found herself stepping forward inside.

She noticed the usual furniture placed around the room, bed, wardrobe, drawers, etc. But as she moved closer to the distressed sound she spotted its source. A man strapped to a large wooden board fastened to one wall. He was completely naked with his arms outstretched and strapped down on either side. His feet were apart and each ankle similarly tied down. There was a blindfold over his eyes, so he had no idea Leanne was approaching. Judging from his body, his skin wrinkled and saggy in places, he was one of the residents. That’s when she noticed his cock.

The pensioner was fully erect. Displaying an impressive eight inches at least as it pointed straight out in front of him. For someone who was softly crying out, asking for help, he didn’t seem in a state of distress. Other than being strapped to the wall of course.

Leanne edged nearer. Her gaze fixed more on his member than the rest of him and unconsciously licked her lips as she admired his swollen glands. She began to wonder why he was strapped up like this and more importantly who would do it to such an old man. Then she recalled all the fantasies she’d been fulfilling. Was this just another one? Had she inadvertently walked in on her next task? If so, what was she supposed to do with him?

Leanne had never done anything like this before. Sure, she’d done a few kinky things in the bedroom in the past, but never anything as far as this. She wondered what she should do. The pensioner still had no idea she was there and could do little about it if he did. He was at her complete and utter mercy.