"GODAMMIT" Joe hissed through gritted teeth. He wanted to leap forward and wring the punks stupid neck. But with the cuffs biting into wrists and his shirt wrapped around his lower arms all he could do was glare.

"Now don't get excited honey" whispered Kenny "Wait till I begin on your pants" and he started sliding his left hand down Joes belly towards his crotch.

"The boots, Kenny, the boots" sighed the guy behind Joe in a sort of 'get-on-with-it' kind of voice.