When Chris got home from Up Your Alley, he thought the whole experience was done and gone. Hours of being tied up, touched, and milked in public in the sun had taken a toll on him mentally, sexually, and physically in the best kind of ways. Without much of a second though, he crawled into bed and passed out naked.

The next morning Chris blearily stumbled into the bathroom and prepared his toothbrush. As he scrubbed the taste out of his mouth, he caught a look of himself in the wall length mirror and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Shit. The ropes had left tan lines, crisp defined voids where the hemp had bound him to the St. Andrews cross. A quick inspection showed they were on his legs, arms, and chest…but only the front, not the back. In an hour, he was supposed to meet up with co-workers to play basketball in the gym next to their officer …how was he going to explain this? 

[Kept Boy Problems # 22 – tan lines]

(bearsonanongrata: Up Your Alley Fair)