Standing spreadeagled

Tyler looked across the room, making his shackled body, he looked at the thick leather posture collar, it was forcing his chin up, his arms were spread wide and hung from chains, he could see thick leather cuffs around his wrist and each one appeared to be locked at the buckle. His ankles were the same, thick heavy leather over his uniform trousers and boots. The rest of his uniform was will in place apart from his hat and jacket weren’t to be seen, then he remembered watching Chris wearing them as a disguise whilst driving the car. His utility belt had been removed and he could make that out thrown casually on the floor in the corner of the room. He felt slightly disarmed as he stood there staring back at his prone self, his stab vest was riding up he tugged at his wrists, the chains rattled a bit but they were taught. He felt his cock getting hard and watched it tenting his trousers. He wasn’t used to being the one out of control. He looked around at the extra kit hanging up. It was a very nice set up. Whoever’s it was had good taste in expensive kit.