I slipped the card into the slot and opened the door cautiously in case Dathan had gotten loose and was waiting to ambush me, and just as I suspected he had freed himself somehow. Yet, I realized right away he wasn't going to be a force to reckon with. He was passed out.
He had in fact untied the restraints on one hand and instead of freeing his feet and other arm the fool clutched his cock in his fist and beat off while I was gone. The semen was still thick and white in spots but dissipating in others. He must have been pretty worked up to have cum so fast and hard, and then fallen asleep that quickly; I wasn't gone very long. It kind of put a damper on the night's festivities.
Then I remembered the offer I'd gotten from the thug downstairs. I hurried to the bathroom and jumped in the shower to wash the stench of urine off my bod. I didn't want my first impression to be someone that is stinky and poorly groomed. I climbed out of the shower and toweled off then went to the closet to find something of Dathan's to wear.
I was a little shocked to find mostly women's clothing. Had Dathan been expecting those girls to visit him? Or perhaps he was a transvestite and he liked dressing in female apparel? I don't know but I selected the only pair of men's slacks he had and a nice shirt.
Then I went to the dresser drawers to find some socks and underpants, but all I found was a small Bible, some sugar packets and some girl's thongs and pantyhose. After a moment of hesitation I eventually decided to wear one of the thongs. It was either that or I'd have to go commando and have my junk dangling down the leg of my trousers leaking pre-cum on my thigh.
My dick was swollen from prancing around the room naked and an occasional glance over at my hostage's limp cock laying across his belly leaking drops of post-cum. I actually contemplated waking him up and having him go with me to meet the wrestler and his entourage, but since I was wearing his only clean Dockers I decided to let him sleep. Plus he looked so peaceful and cute with one hand on his belly in a puddle of cum and the other tied to the bed.
I had the shirt on but hadn't buttoned it yet when Dathan began to stir around. My hard-on collapsed from the mild shock. I froze waiting to see if he'd wake up, but after reaching down and scratching his balls, he kept sleeping.
I found the front of the thong and stepped into it, pulling it up and situating my balls and chain for maximum comfort. Then slipped on the pants and buttoned my shirt. I checked my look in the mirror, "Mr. Starling, I presume?" I practiced, offering the mirror my hand. "That sounds dumb. Just be yourself." I said, looking myself in the eye.
Once I had my boots on and started towards the door I thought, I should probably tie Dathan's hand back to the bed so he doesn't wake up and get himself completely loose and escape. He'll know I came back, but that's alright...I want him to know this isn't over yet by a long shot.
[to be continued]