(Note- In my eagerness to get started, I have written the second part first. The background will appear later on.)
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When I woke up, I was still groggy from the drinks we had had last night.
Strange! I couldn't move my hands. I thought I was still dreaming and tried to pinch myself, and realized, that to do it, I would have to move my hands, which was not possible, because they had been tied to the bed.
"This is not a dream" I heard and craned my neck in the direction John's voice came from.
He was not wearing anything, and then I realized with a shock that I was not wearing anything either. I didn't remember taking my clothes off. Shit. This seemed to be out of a B-grade porn flick. And why was I tied up?
"What's this John? Why have you tied me up?" I asked, looking at his six-and-a-half-inch-long monster with alarm, and difficulty, as I was tied up. (I have only a 4 and a half-inch dick when it is erect. So it figures).
"I thought you would have guessed by now, considering that my drug's effect is wearing off. You are lying on the bed naked because I am going to fuck you up your ass, and you are tied up so you can't interrupt my pleasure," he stated cheerfully. "Now for..."
"You can't do it. Stop this joke now or else I'll report you," I snapped, getting my voice back for a second.