Left to wonder who they are tied together with.
The first hour wasn’t so bad, even the second. After that, the cramps started to set in.
For Jeff, being kissed while gagged was as frustrating as being teased while in chastity.
"Ready for that tub to be filled? I won’t dunk you under, I promise."
Peter didn’t know how or why he woke up inside the iron-barred cage… bound, collared, muzzled, and confined like some trapped animal. His dick was unexplainably hard… like a dog in heat… Peter had no clear memory of submitting to the Man’s relaxing hypnosis therapy last night, but now as he squirmed and struggled in the constricting degrading confines, he saw his name projected on the wall across the room… PETER… then the last two letters of his projected name began to slowly evaporate… disintegrate… pulsing rhythmically into nothingness… PETer… PET…e…r… eventually morphing into a new name… PET…
As the last two letters of his projected name slowly vanished, he began to realize his former life… his former identity would soon be erased and disappear into oblivion as well… no longer Peter… just a captive, caged pet…