You are a male

”Naughty boy.”

Tyler unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off. You tried to kick him again, and you were rewarded with 3 more harsh smacks to your ass.

You heard the man scowl, and suddenly, the room wash bathed in light. You shielded your eyes as they adjusted to the sudden unexpected brightness.

You noticed a black military-style duffle bag on the foot of the bed that had bled into the darkness before. Tyler was rummaging through it. He was muttering to himself, and every once in a while, he’d run a large hand through his light brown crew cut.

You thought about running, but now that you could see the man fully, you weren’t going to take your chances. He was huge, muscles threatening to rip the black compression shirt stretched over them. You got the feeling that you shouldn’t make him angry.

Tyler had found whatever he’d been looking for, though you couldn’t see it as it was hidden behind his duffle bag. He approached you again, piercing blue eyes locked onto yours.

You backed away from him, but his large hand wrapped around your wrist. Suddenly, he was on the bed with you. He ripped your white t-shirt off. “Hey!”

He didn’t listen, instead, he was tugging your boxers off and they were thrown across the room with all your other clothes. He climbed back off the bed, leaving you to cover yourself.

Tyler approached with a light blue blob in hand. He grabbed your wrist again, and your hand was shoved into it. He snapped it closed and your hand was trapped in the soft blue fabric. Your other wrist was grabbed and the same happened to your other hand. You tried to undo the snaps, but the weird gloves prevented you from being able to grip the strap.

Tyler was now working on something at the head board. He grabbed your forearm, and clipped something to a little metal ring on the glove, before moving around the bed to clip the other side. “Stop!”

The other glove was clipped and Tyler held something up to your face. You saw a large nipple attached to a strip of blue. You turned your head away from him, but he grabbed your hair and **** it around your face. The silicon bulb was pushed into your mouth as something was tightened around your head. You tried spitting it out, but it was stuck in place.

“Night-night, buddy,” Tyler said, zipping up his duffle bag. You flinched as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you tried to kick him when he placed a kiss to your limp dick.

He placed his duffle bag on the floor and turned off the light, leaving the door open. You were left staring into the darkness. You tried to move your arms, but they were secured to the headboard. You’d be stuck like this for a while.