Where are we going?

The stranger walked around Dave, letting his leather gloved hand run over Dave's skin.

"Now that is quite a muscle ****. What do you think, Dave, enjoying yourself yet?"

Dave grunted at him, unable to speak and aware of the drool gathering in his mouth. Soon he would have to swallow it or let it seep out of his mouth. He wasn't sure what would be worse.

The stranger leant forward with his hand cupped to one ear. "What's that Dave? I couldn't quite hear you? Oh, you want more? Of course."

It was futile for Dave to try and complain as the stranger stepped behind him and quickly strapped a leather blindfold over Daves head. The blindfold locked on, keeping the young muscle stud in darkness.

He felt rather than heard something clipped to the front of the posture collar, but he felt the jerk as he was pulled forward and led across the room. Dave could do nothing but follow on as he was led into the maze of dark rooms.

Once in a quiet side room, the stranger got Dave to raise one foot at a time and pulled off his boots. He then removed the young mans socks, before undoing his leather jeans and lowering them to the floor. He replaced them with skintight leather chaps and a black and yellow jockstrap, before replacing the boots.

Dave's cock now tented the jockstrap, the leaking pre-cum staining the cloth.

"Now, that is quite a sight."