Pub Visit

Paul lay there, wondering what would happen next.

It was not as if he could do anything about it.

He was naked, blindfolded with his wrists tied to the pockets and his ankles tied to the feet of the pool table in the pub's back room. His cock was hard and aching from anticipation, trapped beneath him throbbing against the green felt, a damp patch forming where he leaked precum.

At least the pub's empty, he thought to himself.

All my own fault really, he thought, wonder what he's doing.

He could hear Iain moving about, sounded like he was tidying up, which seemed reasonable as it was after hours.

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He had arrived by train about a quarter to nine, the pub was only a two minute walk from the station.

He had walked in and stood at the end of the bar, Iain nodded and said, "be with you in a sec".

He finished serving the customer and walked over, "what can i get you" he asked "a vodka tonic please", Paul replied.

He stood at the bar and had a drink, then another and chatted with Iain when he wasnt busy, closing time approached and last orders were called, Paul got a last drink and slowly enjoyed it.

Iain began to chase people to finish their drinks and go.

Paul thought to himself, "I was right he doesnt recognise me".

Iain came over and said, "come on then, finish up means you too", Paul took a folded note from his pocket and handed it to Iain, he had written the note on the train.

Iain looked at it and read what was written, "I thought you said you'd recognise me, the fat slut from Edinburgh?"

Iain looked at him, recognition dawning in his eyes and without saying anything motioned him to come along, Paul followed Iain into the pub's back room.

Once through the door Iain grabbed Paul by the balls and told him to "strip, now".

Paul did as he was told and began to strip, the last stragglers were finishing up and leaving.

Iain said "be naked when i get back" then left. Paul heard the doors closing and being locked.

Iain returned and paul was standing in a pair of pink panties and black thigh high stockings and black shoes with 3 inch heels, with an obvious hardon tenting the panties.

Iain grabbed him and bent.....

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