Waiting in the Guest Room (Patreon)

Husseyn shouldn’t have accepted that drink he was given. He should’ve smelled a rat. A low-caste TV repairman being offered a drink by the master of the house he’d been asked to come to, that was unusual. But then again, he couldn’t refuse it, as that would have been rude. The drink was spiked and it had put Husseyn to sleep.

When Husseyn woke up, he found himself in a really weird situation – tied hand and foot to a narrow bed. His cock and balls were also tied and he had a raging hard-on. Was it finding himself trussed like a chicken that gave him that feeling of excitement or had his drink been spiked with Viagra as well as the stuff that had put him to sleep?

Husseyn waited for somebody, anybody, to come, for what seemed like hours but might have been mere minutes. He was afraid of what would happen but he was also eager to be released. From his bondage? Maybe. But first from his excitement.

Finally, the master of the house came in, a well-groomed man in his fifties. He hoped Husseyn had been enjoying the comfort of his “guest room”. It seemed Husseyn wasn’t the first of local men to “enjoy” his hospitality. Husseyn was advised to do as he was told and the experience might even prove enjoyable. He would be paid very well for his cooperation.