Photo Story #67

It was nearly 11pm and Alan knew that he should have gone home nearly three hours ago. He loved his job, but since becoming a partner at the small law firm, he'd been utterly obsessed. Most days, he was lucky if he got home before midnight and it looked like that night would be no different.

The law firm had recently moved to new premises downtown and Alan's office was one of two on the ground floor, along with a small reception area. Alan had a view of the street through his window and he enjoyed being able to watch people come and go.

Alan pushed his chair back from his desk before undoing his top button and loosening his tie a little. He was hungry and exhausted. He was just about to get up from his desk when he heard the front door open and close.

"I forgot to lock the damn thing," he cursed standing from his chair, preparing to tell some bum that he needed to get out.

But when Alan entered the small reception area, he wasn't met with a bum but a guy in a balaclava holding a knife.

"Woah, this is a law office," Alan said, taking a step back and raising his hands in submission. "We don't have any money or valuables on the premises."

"Shut the fuck up and get back in your office."

Sweat beaded on Alan's forehead as he stepped backwards into his office, keeping his hands above his head. "I promise you there's nothing here to steal."

The guy laughed. "Hands behind your back and turn around."

Alan did as he was told, his shirt buttons gaping slightly as he flexed his chest and put his hands behind his back, an awkward position after a heavy arms and chest session at the gym early that morning.

The guy wound some coarse rope around Alan's wrists before tying it tightly.

"Bend forward over you desk," the guy instructed.

"Wait, why?"

"Unless you want me to cut you up, you'll do it."

Alan gulped, and with sweat now rolling down his face, he spread his legs slightly and bent forward over the desk, his bubble butt pushing back against his tight suit pants.

"Hold still or you will get hurt."

Settling for a silent nod, Alan froze, terrified of what the guy would do next, but equally confused that the whole scenario was starting to get him hard. There was something a masked stranger turning up and taking control that just hit some of his buttons.

"Don't move," the guy said, and then Alan felt something sharp on his butt. Surely the guy wasn't going to actually cut him . . . and why his butt? There was soft hushed ripping sound and Alan gasped as he realised what the guy had done to him. He'd just cut the rear seam on his pants wide open.

And Alan wasn't wearing any underwear. He always freeballed in his suit pants because it turned him on, and now his bare ass was on show.

"Why did you do that?" Alan whispered, his dick now hard and pushing against his zipper.

"We're just getting started."

Alan wanted to protest, but his dick was far from in agreement. He had no idea what the man wanted, but he was suddenly eager to find out.