Uh, well, Dan's saved at any rate

Some tall naked guy comes bounding out the door. Unfortunately the BMW gets in the way of your incredulous ogling eyes, and it isn't until he rounds the car that you get a good look at him. A really good look.

"Mister Pollock!" the guy cries out, kneeling by Dan.

You're too stunned by his appearance to remember your plight, and your eyes eagerly ogle every inch of flesh they can. Without a stitch of clothing on him there's plenty for you to see, and every bit of it is to be admired, touched and tasted. At least, it would if you had your way. The man's built like an athlete. Not those overblown steroid-using wrestlers, but more like a heavyweight boxer. Chiselled muscles, washboard abs, and good God what a giant cock. Just looking at it makes you lick your lips.

"What happened?" he asks Dan, then glares up at you, slightly ruining your fantasies. "What did you do?"

"Uh," you look down at yourself pointedly. "I defended myself."

"She... kicked me... in the balls!" Dan chokes out, rolling in agony on the ground. You eye his writhing with a fierce satisfaction that Mister Muscles apparently sees, judging by the new wariness in his stance.

"Can I get you some ice, Mister Pollock?" the god-like man asks Dan. You can't figure out why he's so solicitous or concerned. Who would care if Dan was hurt? "Roy! Bring some ice," he calls, then sees you. "Maybe some handcuffs and a whip.

"A whip?" you start to ask, but then another god-like man pops out the door, similarly nude. "What is this, a strip club? An orgy?" you ask hopefully.

"Mister Pollock!" the new guy exclaims. Where the other is fair-haired this one is dark. Both have the slightly orange color of tanning booth fanatics. You can't understand the draw of those places. You much prefer to get your all-over tan the natural way; lying in a highly visible place naked while guys watch you with binoculars.

"Get away, get away!" Dan moans, apparently scared of the dangling sausages that are less than a foot from him.

"Why'd you kick him?" the blonde guy asks you, aggrieved.

"Hello?" you motion your head towards the car. "I'm in handcuffs and stuck to a car, I think I'm the victim here."

"What's going on?" someone else asks, and a third guy comes out. Like the others he's build with no spare fat, and highly developed muscles, especially the one between his legs. Where the other two were white this guy's black, but you're surprised to see that his dick is actually smaller than yours. Deciding it needs to be studied you ogle each in turn.

"Would you get your fucking dicks away from my face?" Dan shrieks, and rolls to all fours. The men frown a little, shrugging to each other, but back up.

"Poor little guy," you coo, knowing the true source of Dan's angst. Dan just glares.

"Fucking bitch," he spits. "You're going to pay for that."

Even though it's just Dan you can't help but gulp as you remember that you're still helpless. What happened to chivalrous men rushing to the maiden's rescue?