By Steellock
Matt awoke to near darkness. All he could hear was his own breathing getting faster.
His head was still wrapped in a tight leather hood, and his jaw ached. Where was he? What on earth? And also he could feel sharp pinpricks digging into his cock and balls. He way lying on a hard bed, what light there was came though small hole over his eyes in the hood.
“What the hell is going on?” he thought. Then memory returned, along with throbbing pain from his chest and belly where guys had been having fun the previous day — the incredible afternoon and evening of new experiences. He rubbed his front and tried to lift the front of the leather shorts that were pressing onto his member. His breathing slowed, and he regained his calm. What would Sunday bring? Yesterday had been tough, but he had to admit that overall it had been one of the most intense experiences of his life. “Just wish I had been able to cum!” he muttered to himself.
Around his wrists and hands were leather binders, secured by multiple straps and padlocks. The steel suspension rings on his palms were padlocked to the beam. Round his ankles were another set of straps, but they were not tied off and his feet were loose.
