Number 54

Urgh... Matt's head hurt.. His arms ached, but his head definitely hurt... His lower back was uncomfortable, but his head really hurt... What had happened? He remembered that the lads had all gone out to celebrate Trev's birthday. He was a couple of months younger than Matt and had just turned 21. They were on track to get completely smashed when Matt bumped into..... Oh god, what was her name? All he remembered was she was stunning. 6" tall, firey ginger hair, just his type. He'd bought a round, then she had, then they sloped off together. There was an alleyway behind the club whic had loads of secluded nooks, perfect for what he had in mind. They passed a couple, she was knelt in front of the lad and all Matt could see was her head moving in and out of his crotch, while the had had his trousers round his ankles.. He remembered they found a nice space, behind a dumpster... classy! Slipping his hand inside her skirt, no knickers, he felt her lips... She was dripping. He pushed her against the wall dropped his trousers and slipped his 8"s inside. Normally they'd moan about protection, but she just embraced him, and wrapped her legs around the small of his back. He was supporting her weight, as he slowly started to move in and out of her pussy....

His head really hurt and he was so thirsty.. Yeah, that was about all he remembered about last night. Everything was dark, and he tried to roll over. Matt couldn't move.. He was upright, with his back against a wall. Smooth and cool, not brick, but firm, like.. metal? He couldn't move his arms, but trying made his shoulders scram in pain. He could feel his arms were too his sides, but away from his body.. Elbows moved.. But wrists were firmly in place.. What was going on? He started to feel a bit of panic set in. He could feel he was on tip-toes, and it felt like he reallt needed a shit. At least the pressure on his arse felt like he was busting. He continued to squirm for a few mins, the he heard something. The clump of steel boot studs on concrete..

Lights! He blinked and tried to focus..

"Here, you'll be thirsty". The voice was male, soft but quiet, almost a whisper.

A straw was stuck in his mouth and he just drank. It was cool, wet water, oh that was so good. His eyes started to focus, and he could see tthe person in front of him. College jock build, similar to Matt, but what the fuck? Why was there a naked guy standing in front of him. The lad had boots on, a shiny metal ring around his nut-sack, and that was it. The only other distinguishing features were his tattoos (two full sleeves), a couple of nipple piercings, and the number 43 tattooed above his right pec.

Matt's vision has cleared now, and the marching band in his head had decided to take a break. Looking left and right he could see he was wearing leather cuffs, clipped to hooks in the wall, about a foot from his head, keeping his arms at 90° from his body. He looked down and he was buck naked too, but a leather strap was pinned across his waist and to the wall on either side, by the feel of it. He still felt like he needed a shit.

"Welcome to hell, 54" the lad said with a smirk, as he strolled out.