I had had it up to here with the new neighbors. All they seemed to do was party, blaring music until ungodly hours of the night and always having company over. So when I saw one of ‘em actually have the audacity to walk over into my yard and use my hose to cool off on a hot summer day, my patience ran out. I welcomed the hippie freak inside for some lemonade (obviously drugged) and before we both knew it, he was out like a light. I took him into the garage and strung him up, and once I saw he was coming to, I shoved a leather gag in his mouth to keep him quiet. I brought my hose in and gave him a serious cool-down, blasting him with ice cold water until he was soaked and shivering, screaming through his gag for me to stop. Once he dried off, I slipped him into something more “comfortable” and hogtied him in my stifling hot basement. I had a shift at work until later that night, so I gave him a slap on the ass before telling him I’d be back. His cries through the gag as I walked out of the room and up the stairs gave me a massive erection, and I couldn’t wait to give him the hose again as soon as I got home from work.
Nice collar boy. It suits you. Everything about you just scream bitch to me and I am glad that we made it official with that collar. Now anyone who sees it will know you are owned by another man. Does that make you happy? Good, you are happy.
I’d tie it down and ride his ass for as long as he could take it. Okay, maybe longer.