By lthr_jock

Vickers linked up his camera to a long data cable and took a couple of test shots. Then he slipped on his Bluetooth headset so he could talk to the restrained prison warder.

“OK, Mr Clark, here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll tell you to strike a pose, you move into it and I’ll take some snaps? OK?” Clark grunted and nodded. Vickers chatted happily away as he started to snap photographs, enjoying the sights of this muscled guy hooded and in inescapable metal bondage. He loved the way Clark kept flexing his hands as though he could somehow break free. He could see Clark was breathing easily as his chest was rising and falling, and the sweat beading on his chest showed that he was heating up. Vickers grinned – one of the reasons for using the heavy hood was that he knew it would help Clark heat up faster.

By now he had snapped Clark from all angles. “You know, Mr Clark, it occurs to me that’s a terribly formal name for someone in a slave yoke. I really need to call you something else. Hmm how about your first name? No – too easy to identify you. Wait I know – your middle name is perfect – Samuel is a good slave name – what do you think?” Clark tried to reply but the tight leather strapped and locked around his head prevented him do anything but grunt.

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