[TIED ADVANTAGE]
Ames was awoken by his alarm clock at midnight. He obediently woke up and took his laundry bag, which he prepared a few hours before.
He brought it down stairs to the apartment's laundry area. He placed all his soiled clothes there, including his sleep shorts. He stood in his white briefs with tea on his hand while he manned his station.
Ames was the type to put all his wearables in the laundromat, and he was confident about his body so he did not mind standing there in just briefs. But when he did it before, some men made faggot jokes about him for parading himself in designer underwear.
Thus he always does his laundry in the wee hours of the morning to make sure noone would see him.
However, he heard muffled moaning voices that were overpowering the hum of the machine. The voice was coming from a huge cabinet.
His curiosity pushed Ames to walk to the closet and open it. The cabinet was empty except for a burly man in boxers lying at the bottom. His hands and feet were tied. Ames recognized him as the football captain.
"Help me man!" the athlete pleaded.
"What happened to you?" Ames asked.
"My girlfriend caught me cheating so she drugged me," he explained, "the next thing I know, I'm already trapped and tied in here."
Ames smirked, "you were one of the guys who bullied me here in the laundry."
The player bit his lip, "come on man. That was a joke."
Ames found the straight man's body before him hot. So he took the chance. He pulled down the boxers.
"What the hell man! Don't do that!" the hunk panicked.
Ames skinned down his briefs and placed his cock at the hole, "have you been fucked before?"
The man struggled, "no man please don't do this."
Ames laughed devilishly as he ravaged the virgin hole.
At first the athlete was wincing, until his whimpers became high pitched. He was liking this based on his hardening cock.
The laundry machine stopped. And so did Ames, "I've to get my clothes."
The player exclaimed, "no. Wait. Keep fucking me man!"
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