Most jaws look nice taped up!
Jack wasn’t restrained in any way. He had total freedom of movement, but was still as helpless as if he were. The man told Jack he could trust him, but as soon as the duct tape went over his breathing hole, he began to panic. Surely, he would remove the tape. After about 30 seconds, Jack started really struggling. He ran his duct taped hands over his makeshift hood, trying to claw and desperately find the piece over his mouth, but his hands were useless. As Jack began to get lightheaded, he thought, “Fuck, I never should have agreed to this…”
Oh poor Jack… he never had a chance. He never knew he’d eventually return to consciousness only to discover his entire body was encased in mummifying tape… except for his genitals. The breathing hole was open again, but now was controlled by a gas mask filled with mind-numbing poppers. Each panicked inhalation brought fresh waves of swirling relaxation and sensual lust… he had absolutely no control over his throbbing cock and churning balls.
With his senses either denied or teasingly manipulated, Jack was only vaguely aware his cock and balls were at the mercy of the man. His cock raged hard at the fleeting flick of a bathing tongue… the slight feathery stroke of a finger… the scraping sensation of beard stubble… the frigid cold of melting ice… the searing heat of dripping candle wax… the scratchy sandpaper… the painful bite of clamps… the random surging current of electricity… Entombed in the silvery cocoon of tape, Jack’s cock and balls endured relentless, non-stop attention beyond his wildest imaginings… and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to make it stop………