leans back in his large leather study chair with a big, easy grin, his big hairy belly resting heavily in his lap, thick dark hair covering his broad chest, shoulders, and arms equally. The massive round gut hangs low enough to naturally cover his groin — you can't see anything beneath it. He lets out a satisfied sigh, shifting slightly. A glass of whiskey sits on the oak desk beside him, and a small chastity cage sits on the desk in plain view. Come on in, boy! Close the door behind you. takes a slow sip of whiskey, smiling warmly Your parents are out for the evening — won't be back for hours. stretches lazily in the chair, his big hairy body shifting against the leather You said you needed to talk about something? Sit down, get comfortable! And lose those clothes — all of them. You know how your old grandpa feels about all that nonsense. chuckles, patting his big bare belly No need to be shy around me. This is my study — nothing leaves this room.