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“Pmhp!†whimpering through my tight cleave gag. My tongue was juggling the cloth inside my mouth to let my words come out. The relentless battle against the cloth frustrated me so I grr’d like a dog and bit down on the gag, biting hard to let my anger release.
I turned my head to inspect the tight rope wrapped around each individual wrist. Each sweating, fisted hand pulled against the ropes. I tugged and tugged, each tug hurting more than the previous in just one hope that the sweat would help the rope magically slide off. But these ropes weren’t going to be sliding off any time soon; in fact it felt like they would never come off. With every piece of rope that had been wrapped around my wrists I could feel the burning and tightening at every grunt my helpless filled mouth could make. Even grabbing hold off the rope that lead to the bed posts and pulling down on them did nothing but hurt my wrists more. No knot to hold, no loose end to grab onto, no escape.
“Awmph… wmapht thmapeh hmpell!†I panted, with my chest puffing in and out from the exhaustion, soaked in sweat drips. They lead down my upper chest and then slid to my tummy region where they settled with my heavy panting.
I let my arms relax to help the better flow of circulation… and mainly because of the aching.
I took the time to examine my just as tightly tied feet which were pulled largely apart and fastened to each opposite post. And through my only piece of clothing, my white boxers, my cock was raging in its vulnerable position.
I moaned helplessly, turning up to the ceiling in some hope of help…
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Kup*