Ryan paced back and forth, trying to free himself from his bonds. But it soon became clear that there was no quick or easy way out. The leather straps at his wrists and ankles kept him exactly where Tyler wanted him.
Tyler bent down to remove the gag from Ryan’s mouth, only to fill it with his throbbing cock shortly afterwards. Ryan could barely hear the sound of his groans before he was filled with Tyler’s flesh, pushing down to the back of his throat and making him gasp.
Ryan knew he needed to make Tyler happy. It was the only safe way out of his bonds. So instead of fighting, he worked with his master’s tool, feeling it invade his mouth and penetrate his throat.
Before long, Ryan was so focused on sucking and serving his master, he barely remembered he was tied up! All his attention was on her tongue and mouth and that way it wrapped around Tyler’s shaft. He could tell by Tyler’s stiffness and groans that it was working, and it gave Ryan an unexpected point of pride.
He didn’t know why, but he was finding himself increasingly consumed with pleasing Tyler. He wanted to conquer him. Impress him, even! And Tyler, of course, wouldn’t have it any other way.
