He is a Bound gimp

In the middle of the living room, in between the couch and the large flatscreen TV, was a small person fully covered in rubber. If you weren’t told it was Nathan, you would never have realized it, as his only exposed skin was his mouth and fully erect little cock. He was on his knees, spread shoulder width apart, and arms bound behind him and hooked to the ground. A thick posture collar leashed him infront as well, and a hook on the back of his hood wend back, through the hoop at the end of his hands, and back to a large metal hook in his ass. The hoods only opening was for his mouth, which had a massive ring gag in which Nathan moaned and drooled.

You realize your best friend might not even realize you are here. Seeing your friend like this, clearly tormented yet obviously turned on, was doing a number on your feelings. You worried for him, were shocked he was into this, a stranger was doing this... and you were also surprisingly aroused by it all.

Martin began to explain “little Nathan here was being bad and came without permission, so he gets to live as a horny little gimp till he has learned. Sorry he won’t be available for y’all’s game night... well, if you don’t mind and are up for it, maybe he can be.”