All Sacked Up










After dragging my fresh captive into a corner, I took a deep breath and felt my heart beat finally slowing down. I looked back at him, wriggling around inside the sack and grunting in defiance. He was really taking into it.

The first step in my "four step slave program" was objectification, teaching the guy that he was no more than a thing in my room. I felt relieved and at ease, like everything was back to normal. It was hard to believe there was a hot naked guy trapped inside that burlap sack, just waiting for me to make my next move. 

Looking at him so trapped and helpless, I felt really empowered. My dick was pulsing in my pants and I stroked the bulge in anticipation of what I would do with him. He was to spend an hour in there, but I'll take him out after a half.