You must've heard how easy it is to pick up young tearaways outside prisons? They've got no money and often their friends and families have disowned them. That's where benevolent souls like me and Jake like to step in and help out. Even dumb thugs like Jon here are easy pickings if, like on this occasion, you give them a choice of standing around freezing their nuts off outside a jail or coming home with us for a hot bath and the offer of a meal and bed for the night.

We'll tell him about the extra services HE'LL be expected to provide after we've got to know him a bit better eh?

If Jon is going to accept our charity then he has to abide by the house rules.

Rule number one is all young men must be bathed properly from top to toe. We can't allow jail scum who don't know any better, to go around with god-knows-what hidden in their little crevices. So it falls to me and Jake to meticulously scrub the youth even at the risk of being thought of as perverts. I think it's absolute genius that I not only get my hands all over Jon's privates and arsehole without him suspecting a thing, but I also set him up for his inevitable downfall, slyly suggesting that he goes along with Jake if he later asks him for help with his 'Houdini' act.

I love the way this dope starts to prowl and scowl just after he realises that he probably couldn't break free from the ropes a short while after I start tying him up. He looks so handsome yet annoyed at me and Jake. When we start touching him up he doesn't react badly at first, which is usual for straight blokes fearful as they are of looking a fool if the whole thing turns out to be a wind-up. Well Jon I've got news for you...it ISN'T. We really ARE going to fuck you and, as I tell the stupid fuck-wit, now you'll pay for stealing decent people's motor cars.

With wrists tied firmly behind his back, ankles manacled to a metal leg-spreader and nipples mercilessly hooked to the ceiling Jon must know that he's not in any position to fight back whatever we choose to do to him. The poor sucker virtually hyper-ventilates from anxiety, but then again maybe it's from having a large vibrating dildo stuck on a pole up his young hole and tied so it's jammed right in him. That's enough to bring tears to the eyes. Almost as much as then having Jake yank his foreskin vertically upwards so he can flog the twat's now exposed ballbag. We follow this up with some rather unpleasant calf pain. Or rather Jon has the choice to either play with his nipples all the more or his legs. It's fun to watch the thicko try to decide.

This is the kind of punishment I would like to see doled out to jail scum like Jon. Let's contort their handsome straight features with nasty ball gags and leather harnesses, keep their muscular legs firmly apart with metal bars. Then we can really have endless fun anally assaulting the bastards and humiliating their naked genitals right there in the town square. As an illustration of what I mean take a look at the fate of this fucking toe-rag...

Whatever's causing this youth to gasp and cry all the time, he's right to react this way. I bet he never thought as he stood waiting outside that jail earlier in the day how he'd end up. Strapped naked to a gyno bench while two sadists grease him up ready for a man-on-man fuck session with him. But who on Earth could resist that juicy and inviting cunt he so brazenly displays the moment his muscular thighs are separated and strapped firmly apart?