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"Guys, please" gasped Bryan. A strong hand hauled him to his feet, another landed in his gut again. "Keep it shut, fucking homophobe!" hissed a voice. Bryan felt the front of his jeans being ripped open, torn buttons dancing across the floor. The denim cloth was dragged down his legs, his white pants followed, exposing his naked butt. The hands hauled him across some sort of wooden frame, more hands grabbed his wrists, tying them to the struts. Gasping for breath he tried to look round, more hands were tying his ankles to the wood. Even in his dazed state he could see that he was stretched across some sort of wooden 'horse' his butt exposed to the fetid air of the dank cellar.
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