This one is almost too absurd. Having met estate agent Martin some weeks ago I felt sure that the young man was hiding a fine body under his smart business clothes. All it required was a call to his office and I knew that not only would he come to whatever address I gave him, under his own steam, but he would be on his best behaviour, doing anything I suggested so as not to lose his percentage of a big property deal.

Surely Martin would smell a rat a million miles away? Troy and I are the epitome of fake creepy characters it's almost embarrassing. But the stupid knucklehead just puts up with it and shortly after we strip the muscleboy totally naked it very quickly develops into a pretty serious bout of humiliation for the big guy.

There's something especially horny about watching Martin get redder and redder as he desperately tries to escape his bonds, or face being fucked by two much weaker men. You'll probably be as glad as I am that I gag the stupid cunt pretty early on, to stop his wretched insults. With his mouth filled it allows us to enjoy the anger and utter torment written on his contorted face, as it dawns on him that his misery is only just beginning.