White Socks Tight Suit Muscular Man Dragged to Dungeon

In the early hours, the elevator descends.

He is bound and shoved into the car. White socks wrap tightly around his ankles, the tight suit bulges his pecs, abs, and crotch, the fabric already damp in a small spot. Wrists pinned behind his back, breathing heavy.

Door opens. Cold air from the underground cell rushes in. He is dragged to the iron cage, forced to kneel, then immediately hogtied—hands and feet pulled behind and tightly bound, waist arched back, hips and inner thighs fully exposed. The tight suit sinks into his groin, white sock toes lift off the ground, only able to tremble lightly.

Cage door shuts, lock drops.

The light stays on. White socks, the body outlined by the suit, the completely immobile hogtie posture—all illuminated clearly. He pants harder, the fabric wets a little more. No one comes down from above.