By Mister-X/Spartan

‘His hands were pulled painfully up behind his back and a short chain was attached from the back of his collar to the cuffs. The thin cuffs started cutting into his wrists when they started trying to drop to a more normal position. His shoulders were starting to complain as well. But he couldn’t drop them because he would start choking from his metal collar being pulled back. He had to concentrate on his breathing since his arms were starting to pull back down on their own, forcing that collar to press more and more into his windpipe.

With tears starting to well up in his eyes he looked up at Felix, who had a sadistic smile on his face as he saw the problems this predicament position was causing his latest sub. Felix was fondling his hard cock, pre-cum dripping out the end of that 8 inch long appendage sticking out the opening of his tight leather chaps. Felix started to work his meat through the spider gag that was locked on his sub’s mouth, keeping it forced open. He grabbed the sub’s head to make sure his cock would be securely inserted, ignoring the sub’s feeble attempts to plead to be released from this painful position. The sub’s face was getting a brighter red as he struggled to get air into his lungs. He was resting on his knees and cuffed ankles, and his cock was trying to get hard as well, but was frustrated by the chastity it was locked into.

When Felix saw the tears he said, “quit acting like a baby. I’m giving you what you came here begging me for. Now man up and suck!” He slapped the sub hard on the cheek.

The slap awakened the sub. He stopped his snuffling, tried ignoring his body’s complaints, and focused on satisfying this muscled stud who was his master. He started sucking.’

Herb’s cock had gotten hard and was starting to drip pre-cum as he was writing these words, envisioning himself in the sub’s position. He had to stop writing so he could go into the bedroom to put on a condom, lock on that tight collar with the attachment hanging down the back that the cuffs were attached to, bring his hands up behind his back, pushing his elbows against a counter to get them high enough to reach the cuffs, cuff his hands, and shoot off, thinking about being in that sub’s position as his own arms were trying to lower down, cutting into his own windpipe. As soon as he’d finished shooting off he got the key to the cuffs in his fingers and worked it into the keyhole so he could remove his handcuffs and steady his breathing.

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