John Marsh has gotten himself into a real pickle. Someone has left him, harnessed, handcuffed and roped to a tree on the side of a steep hill to struggle hopelessly against gravity. As he tries desperately to find some comfort, he just keeps sliding down the hill and tugging on the rope that is tied around his genitals. He is wearing only a crop top and a tight, bikini swimsuit. The rope harness that is tied around his hips and through his crotch serves to hold his handcuffed wrists against him, preventing him from reaching around to untie the rope that is splitting his balls, or reaching f...

John Marsh has gotten himself into a real pickle. Someone has left him, harnessed, handcuffed and roped to a tree on the side of a steep hill to struggle hopelessly against gravity. As he tries desperately to find some comfort, he just keeps sliding down the hill and tugging on the rope that is tied around his genitals. He is wearing only a crop top and a tight, bikini swimsuit. The rope harness that is tied around his hips and through his crotch serves to hold his handcuffed wrists against him, preventing him from reaching around to untie the rope that is splitting his balls, or reaching for anything at all, for that matter. John is truly in a desperate situation with no hope of escaping or loosening the rope that is tightening around his genitals.