By Rubber Dog

The boy’s visual record of his ordeal had ended as the hood had been fitted over his head; its thickness virtually unyielding to even the smallest attempted movement of his jaw.  The shock of the massive plug had made him try to scream, but he’d not even been able to do this properly, rather instead sending a shock of pain through his jaw and neck as he involuntarily tried to throw open his mouth.

This, in turn had caused him problems with the gag, again almost choking him as it threatened to trigger his yet untamed gag reflex.  Now, for a few moments he was left alone, panting hard and testing the restraints occasionally with agitated struggles but of course he was still held firm.  Through the thickness of the hood he could just about make out the sounds of his snorting breathing from the end of the thick mouth tube, that and the slight vibration it made across the rubber of his face.

His master watched this for a few minutes: the sporadic struggling gradually became less and less frantic as the boy accepted his predicament; the coughing flecks of spit that came out of the gag; and the way the boy was trying to adjust his feet, still not yet covered in rubber, as his legs no doubt began to ache more and more from their almost rigid bondage.

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