Lazy boy John Cash is hanging still in his pajama bottoms. Yet again he did nothing but station surf and eat. I walk in and grab him by the neck throwing him down on the ground. “I could ´t believe that this you lazy son of a bitch!” I stand over him with one foot planted in his torso. John begs me to cease and says he’ll quit being a lazy slob, but I am determined to teach the boy a lesson he won&intense;t forget. I catch some rope and start to tie him up starting with binding his wrists with his backagain. I rope up his ankles While tying him up I squat down n his torso until he turns red. Then I roll up the boy over and squat down really near his face laughing at his distress. I talk about all of the new mead I’ll get from him squeezing different elements of the body while I admire all of the well marbled meat . John&severe;s eyes widen in panic as I get even closer to his face. He squeals like a pig and yells for mercy, so I push a ballgag to his mouth strapping it super closely around his face and under his chin. I fuck with his bound body and taunt him before adding the final rope placing him into a hogtie. Time for you to be possess your own mister I say because I drag him to the door.