Dear Advice Giant,
Im just a little guy needing your advice. At 23 I did accounting for a large construction firm. The biggest of the construction workers always struck me as smoking hot but dangerous. Rico was a burly, menacing 66, with carefully trimmed dark facial hair and a crotch bulge you wouldnt believe. I steered clear of him, partly because as a very small guy, I found the way he loomed over me physically threatening. His crazy eyes, black with the whites showing all around, made me nervous. He stared intently at me every time he visited the office.
My instincts were right. He jumped me one awful noon hour, roped me like a calf with our belts, and locked me in his car trunk. After several terrifying hours, Rico drove me to his basement, where he held me captive as a naked sex slave for seven traumatic years. Every day after work hed clomp down the stairs, horny as fuck and wearing nothing but his heavy leather construction boots and a shockingly huge, powerful erection. Then hed chase me until he'd catch me and pry my trembling legs apart. (He liked running down his prey.) Nobody but Rico heard my prolonged shrieks, and he enjoyed them. In fact, he often played old recordings of me screaming for inspiration while he fucked me.
Im just a little guy needing your advice. At 23 I did accounting for a large construction firm. The biggest of the construction workers always struck me as smoking hot but dangerous. Rico was a burly, menacing 66, with carefully trimmed dark facial hair and a crotch bulge you wouldnt believe. I steered clear of him, partly because as a very small guy, I found the way he loomed over me physically threatening. His crazy eyes, black with the whites showing all around, made me nervous. He stared intently at me every time he visited the office.
My instincts were right. He jumped me one awful noon hour, roped me like a calf with our belts, and locked me in his car trunk. After several terrifying hours, Rico drove me to his basement, where he held me captive as a naked sex slave for seven traumatic years. Every day after work hed clomp down the stairs, horny as fuck and wearing nothing but his heavy leather construction boots and a shockingly huge, powerful erection. Then hed chase me until he'd catch me and pry my trembling legs apart. (He liked running down his prey.) Nobody but Rico heard my prolonged shrieks, and he enjoyed them. In fact, he often played old recordings of me screaming for inspiration while he fucked me.