Marcus lay back in his chair, eyes closed, drifting in and out of something close to sleep, trying to shut out his world of chains and captivity. He was startled by a voice.
‘Drooling a bit there, bro,’ laughed Adam as he leant over Marcus’s face. The oversize ballgag meant that Adam couldn’t swallow. His face had been dripping with sweat and saliva since this whole situation has started.
‘Let’s give you some dignity back.’
Adam grabbed the waist of Marcus’s tight rubber shorts and pulled it up and over his cock and balls. He let go. The rubber snapped back into place painfully. Marcus looked down at the outline of his junk clearly showing through the tight, shiny black rubber. What was the point? The cock rings made sure that his balls and dick stood proud of his body. He felt his dick start to grow hard again under the rubber. He’d never worn rubber before (obviously), his body, however, clearly responded to its feel and embrace.
Adam crouched down and looked under the chair frame.
‘Whoah…those wrists look a bit raw…and I bet those shoulders are killing now…you’ve been cuffed for around six hours.’
Six hours, Marcus thought. He’d left the pub around 1.00am for the walk home. He’d been jumped shortly after. It must still be early. Around 8.00am.
‘Let’s see what we can do about that, bro.’
Maybe he’s going to take the cuffs off, thought Marcus. Maybe he could get free. He looked down at the chains holding his arms and body in place. He thought about the idea of photos of his rubber and chain bondage being posted on his Facebook page. Maybe not, he thought.
Adam walked over to the wall in front of Marcus. It was difficult to see this wall. The lamp still shone directly at him. In the shadows, Marcus saw Adam reach up and grab something. He heard the clank of metal.
Adam turned round and held something up.
‘How about these? Haven’t tried them, yet. Let’s see if they fit you.’
They were manacles. Large, heavy manacles. Thick rings of two inch wide heavy steel designed to lock around the wrists. There seemed to be around 12 inches of thick, heavy chain between them.
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