Tom watched as Blake, again, pulled against his heavy metal restraints. There was no point. Blake’s chains held fast…but Tom understood Blake’s need to continually try for escape. He understood it only too well, having himself now spent many hours in harsh and painful bondage.
Tom watched fascinated as Blake’s muscles tensed and rippled. He could only imagine how much pain Blake was in right now. Tom had experienced the standing spreadeagle very recently. His shoulders had burned and his thighs had felt like they were going to tear apart.
And Tom couldn’t help but look at Blake’s skintight shiny latex running shorts. They clung so tightly to Blake’s body that they looked like they had been sprayed on. They clung so tightly to Blake’s dick and balls that Tom could almost see the wrinkles in his ball sack. And Blake’s dick was so big.
‘Like you, Tom, Yohan also elected to voluntarily enter into captivity…’
Voluntarily!! There was no way it had been voluntarily, Tom thought angrily. It had been blackmail.
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