#flashfiction: Man In a Box - A Tommy Bennet Yarn by Paul D. Brazill
Flash fiction. Tommy Bennett. All Due Respect. V2.
MAN IN A BOX
I jolted awake, coated in cold, dank sweat. Daylight sliced through the gaps between the broken blinds. A tight band gripped my forehead and my pounding heartbeat seemed to echo through the sparse, familiar looking room.
A beat.
I adjusted to the wan light. I was tied to a chair and I was naked.
Sam Newley was staring at his reflection in the smudged mirror that hung above his dressing table, and really he didn’t seem particularly pleased with what he saw. It was fair to say that Sam really hadn’t taken his tumble over the precipice into middle-age particularly well. He’d recently taken to wearing a blonde toupee which was annoyingly ill fitting, and far from convincing. His penchant for wearing red leather had become more than a tad overbearing, too. I could see that he was also getting a little thicker around the thighs. His red-leather jeans were stretching at the seams and his arse was like a double decker bus. He’d really piled the meat on of late. It was probably al…
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