[Yaoibuttwannabe]

Richard (Dick) Jones was tied to a old coach in a strange cold place, covered in old stone. On his arms and legs were handcuffs and legs cuffs, tied to the bottom of the sofa, and to the top of it, spreading him. He was wearing nothing, his long black hair flowing free as its unconsious master's head leaned against the side of the couch. His blue eyes, normally full of life were closed, and he rested in a drug induced slumber. His body was perfectly muscled and delicately thin. He had curves on him, made from years of intensive exercise and training. His soft member resting between his legs in its flacid state, barely two and half inches long soft.