“It looks like we’re in for a good second half,” James announces. He’s back to sounding chipper and upbeat again. “You boys should get yourself some drinks. I’m sure you’re thirsty after all that exertion.”

Wait a second. What is happening here? Is he bluffing? He can’t possibly mean to keep me this way.

Yet the game starts up again, and I hear the three of them commenting on the quarterback and his passing rating or something like that. I have no idea. I only know I’m still restrained, still exposed, still dripping cum down the insides of my thighs, and probably onto the bench at this point. During a commercial break, I grunt, wriggling around a little. It’s the best I can do to remind them of my presence.

“You better hope our guys decide to pick up their running game a little,” James announces. “If not, I might just leave you this way all night. Bad luck. Women are always bad luck when it comes to football. I don’t even know why they let them report from the sidelines. Caving to the woke crowd, I guess.”

I have no doubt he’s serious about leaving me this way. I’ve never cared so much about the outcome of a football game before in my life.

But the team does win, and I hear the men clapping and high-fiving each other like they had anything to do with it. I wonder if they know how pathetic they sound. Then James gets up, muttering something about having emails to catch up on. The sound of him climbing the stairs is like music, and I could weep from relief.

I’m still restrained in this awkward, now painful position. Not for much longer, though. Soon, someone’s hands are on my wrists, the other pair on my ankles. Colt is gentle as he removes the blindfold, his expression unreadable while he reaches between my teeth and pulls out the gag.

I try to move but have to bite back a pained groan. I’m too stiff from being this way for hours. I flinch when Colt’s hands are suddenly on me, his fingers gently rubbing away the tension from my sore muscles. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He tucks his hands under my arms and slowly pulls me to my feet. I’m sore all over, all my limbs ache, not to mention my pussy feels painfully swollen. Every move hurts, and I can’t help but whimper with each tiny step toward the door.