Mr Kirk marvelled at the site of Shane’s perfect scally body tightly bound to his examination table. He had always wanted to teach thugs like Shane a lesson, and now he was employed to do just that - what a life. “Right, let’s continue” he said with a wry smile.
Shane strained against his restraints and tried everything in his power to shout and scream through the sweaty sock gag. It was no use, he was completely helpless. Slowly he tired and his exhausted movements became less and less. Kirk moved to the bottom of the table, slipping the lads remaining nike trainer from his shackled foot. He brought it up to his nose and inhaled the musk of this arrogant teen. “Mmmhh…” he exclaimed as he brought it from his face, admiring the indentation of the boys sole he could see on the inside of the sole. “You really have a delicious scent Shane, shame it means you’re stuck here with me!” Continued the middle aged creep.
Kirk’s attention now turned to Shane’s remaining sock-clad foot. It was such a turn on that the sweaty fabric clung so snugly to each curve and crevice of the lads helpless sole, tempting the older man in. But, no, he snapped returning from its hypnotic snare, save it for later. He allowed his fingers to gently caress the sole, causing Shane to jolt and pull against his bonds.
Shane’s tormentor removed some scissors from a nearby draw and approached his chav captive. “Time to have a look what we’re dealing with” he beamed joyfully. As he approached the table Shane could have sworn he saw that Kirk was nursing a semi in his smart dress pants. Kirk felt it too, pausing momentarily to rearrange his junk into a more comfortable position through his pocket. “Now hold still we don’t want any accidents” Kirk advised, grasping the scally’s t-shirt near the bottom and cutting it up to the neck in one fluid motion. He gazed longingly at the smooth white abs which were now revealed. Shane wasn’t exactly muscular, he had that sort of skinny twink muscularity to him, much to the delight of his examiner. Kirk now addressed the camera for the first time in a while, reminding Shane his ordeal was also being filmed.
The older man’s hands ran up and down Shane’s soft supple body, enjoying every inch of him. “Subject shows above average muscle build suggesting testosterone levels high enough to maintain high metabolism” his hands moved towards Shane’s snail trail leading to his waist, lifting the elastic of the trackies and removing them delicately with his scissors.
Kirk stepped back and admired his prize as Shane complained and writhed upon the table. This fit chav was laid out, completely helpless and wearing only his Calvin Klein’s and a single white sock. “I love my job” he thought. He looked directly into Shane’s pleading eyes. “I’m going to remove the sock gag now Shane, any behaviour and it’ll make things worse for you”.
Shane moved his tongue around his dry mouth. “Mate, you don’t need to keep going with this, just let me go and we can forget it” begged the restrained teen.
Kirk smiled sinisterly “oh now, now my boy it’s too late for that, this is a legal examination”. He picked up a clipboard from his desk. “I have some questions now Shane, please answer truthfully”.
“Have you ever been sexually active?”
“Ye, ‘obvs” answered Shane.
“Women or men?” Continued Kirk.
“Women! Fuck I’m no fag” spat Shane.
“Ah! Have you ever had anything up your anus?”
Shane paused briefly. “What, erm no, like well, once my lass put a finger up but I didn’t like it… not like that” he stammered through the response.
“I see!” Chuckled the older man, revelling in the straight lads embarrassment. “And lastly for now, when did you last ejaculate?”.
“Fuck? What? What you need to know that for like?” Shane replied.
“Just answer so we can get on, boy” Kirk shot back coldly.
“Well, erm, I had a wank in the shower before coming here. Like what, 2hours ago or summat”. Shane replied trying to hide his unease.
Kirk grinned again, shuffling in his seat as his cock twitched at the thought of this hunk beating his meat while the hot water poured over his supple body. “Time for the next stage, Shane”. Kirk announced approaching the examination table again. “I’m going to require a semen sample”.
Shane opened his mouth to shout his disgust but his captor shoved the sock back into the chavs mouth. “There’s no need for any more noise from you now - boy!” He scalded.
Kirk’s eyes fell upon the impressive bulge hidden behind the lads boxers, and gently began caressing the soft manhood through the fabric. Shane tensed and kicked and screamed inside but it was no use, his horny body was already betraying him. The old perv continued his tickling, tempting game along his shaft and soon his 9” thick scally pole was straining against its cotton cage. Kirk admired the work, his own 5” prick now fully erect. “Mmmhh, good boy” he beamed. His fingers moved to the waistband and slowly pulled the CKs down to Shane’s Knees, causing his impressive cock to spring free and slap against his abs with a satisfying *thwack*. Further protest from Shane was futile as his assailant’s finger ran around his cock head, toying with the first drops of precum. Kirk’s other hand moved to cup the large balls which had now been revealed massaging gently. The dirty perv looked directly down the camera lense. “This horny little slut is going to require a hands on approach” he gleefully reported, squirting some lube into his palm…
