He turned in the direction of the voice and saw a man who looked to be in his mid-thirties standing against a pole, his arms and legs tied so tightly behind his back he could barely move. The officer's genitals truly looked like they belonged on an animal, not a human, they were so large. He looked up to see the entire vaulted ceiling was lighted end to end with florescent tubes. Jacques strained his eyes, desperate to see anything in the darkness. Finally Jacque got the resolve to step away from the relative familiarity of the metal bar into the unknown darkness. He ran his hand along the chord, and could feel that it extended forward and was attached to a vertical metal bar just barely within arm's reach ahead of him. As he gained his bearings, he began feeling around for anything familiar, but all he could feel was the metal bar in front of him. He could feel that he had been shaved clean.





He still couldn’t see enough to move and was afraid to wander without knowing what was going on. He could see he was in a relatively small, white walled room. He thought he had just caught a glimpse of a tall figure approaching when suddenly the entire area was bathed in an obnoxious, glaring white light. A dirty, ripped light blue button up shirt with what Jacques presumed was the Russian word for 'POLICE' printed across the right breast hugged the man's well developed upper body. A thick, flaccid penis hung over them, snaking down only a few inches, naked teen Ass though Jacques was sure it probably got much, much larger with the right stimulation. Jacques turned his attention to the mysterious man who seemed to be in control of this strange setup. She was horrified and she couldn’t control her laughter. As he approached the bar, the chord's slack loosened, as he attempted to move away, it tightened until the noose started to become quite painful. His head was still cloudy but there was an unmistakable, sharp pain in his testicles when he had tried to move.



Jacques, despite the situation, found himself getting aroused at the truly massive, shaved testicles swinging several inches below the man's legs. He was only four or five feet away, so Jacque could clearly make out the man's appearance. Although Jacque didn't recognize the man's language, the under lying appeal for help was universal. A deep voice that sounded heavy with sleep called out something in a language Jacque didn't recognize. He had just figured out the bizarre trap he was in when he heard the unseen man in the distance shout out. The man seemed to understand him and Jacques sighed in relief. The man wasn't gagged, but seemed too terrified to speak, instead only looking at Jacque pleadingly. Joey, I've noticed how you've been looking at my breasts and my body for the past two weeks, and how excited you get by them. He reached and felt he had grown at least two or three days’ worth of facial hair.



He partially blocked two jabs to his head, but kept his guard low expecting a groin attack. Jacque rolled his head, his mind incredibly groggy as if he had been a sleep for a long time. They also value their time alone. Jacques replied back helplessly, this time throwing in what little Russian he could remember from school. Jacques eyes were slowing adjusting to the bright lights, and he lowered his hands. The voice seemed to be only a few feet away, but Jacques couldn't see anything that far out. He turned his head to look but could only make out more darkness. His head was pounding and his eyes were struggling to accommodate to the near-total darkness around him. He shook his head as if trying to shake the groggy feeling. He set his bags down and walked around, feeling good being back home. The last he could remember he had been riding his bike home from a bistro on the outskirts of Paris. He couldn't remember anything beyond that, and even those last few memories of that twilight evening in Paris were fluid and fleeting, as if he was trying to remember a dream that was quickly fading.