Your hands get bound

The brief squeezed so tight you could feel your heartbeat in your balls. Every beat caused it to hurt. They tugged them away and had them in a Cotton cage.

That is when you felt cloth wrap around your wrist and pulled them up and away from you. Not the spread eagle you were hoping for. It was clear your clothing called for back up.

Your balls felt like they were about to crack. The thick hoody absorbing your tears while your whimper echoed.