suitedstuds-and-studsindistress: The Best Man By the end of the reception, the best man was missing.
suitedstuds-and-studsindistress: The Best Man By the end of the reception, the best man was missing. “Anyone seen Brett?“ But a few of the hall workers had “taken a shine” to Brett. The men kept an eye on him as he got more & more inebriated throughout the night - a sloppy drunk. Hitting on all the single ladies & even some of the married ones too. Real belligerent with the staff too - thinking he’s a real stud. The head server offered to show Chris the private wine cellar… but the guys were waiting for him. The server guided him through the cellar and into a dark room. As the light snapped on Brett suddenly realised there was no expensive wine to be quaffed in here, neither was there a way out. Suddenly the men jumped him. Despite all of the alcohol he had consumed, Brett was strong and athletic, a real gym bunny and put up a decent fight. It took all three of his assailants to wrestle the struggling stud to the filthy, cum stained mattress. The men quickly had the drunk groomsman gagged & tied up nice and tight. Tom had been in the navy - knew how to tie a drunk asshole up real good. “I’m sure he took off with one of those girls he was talking to - you know Brett” “Yeah. Let’s go.. I’m sure he’s busy - having a great time with some lucky girl” Brett felt a strong hand smack his tight, besuited ass..as he bucked in his restraints like a wild stallion being reluctantly bought to heel. “MMMMPHHH!! MPHHHHHH!!! “We’re gonna have a great time, buddy… you’re the best man right? Well.. we’ll see just how good you are… UHHHHHH!! MMMPHHH!!! -- source link