We open on Danny in his black leggings, cropped grey tank top, and red shoes, his wrists locked in shiny metal handcuffs and his ankles bound in black cuffs with silver hardware. He struggles even to wander his tiny cell, hobbled by the shackles and having to take care not to lose his balance. About 5 minutes in, he's aware of your presence and doesn't want you anywhere near him, but is cornered against the wooden beams and wire fencing. Cut to poor Danny with his shirt pulled over his head, leaving his entire chest exposed. He angrily insults you for this and you decide you've heard enough. He insists that you not gag him, even begs you, but you ignore him. Cut to him with 2 strips of silver duct tape crossing over his pouty lips. This clearly won't do, so we cut again to Danny gagged with more strips of duct tape. He gag talks at you some, then you decide to focus on his ass and junk in his practically painted-on leggings as he struggles. You pull his yoga pants down, revealing everything. The slut wasn't wearing anything underneath. He is fuming and dedicated to making some sort of escape or at least regaining some of his dignity. He pathetically struggles to pull his leggings back up, to no success. He does however manage to get the tape gag off and starts yapping at you right away. You corner him again and we cut to him muffled with a white bandana in his mouth as a knotted cleave gag. Much better. He struggles and looks despairingly at his surroundings. Just a dark empty storage facility with no one around. He has some choice words for you, pal. Too bad he's impossible to understand with that rag in his filthy mouth.