Mouth spread open wide with by a jennings gag, completely bound to a piece of dungeon furniture, this drooling mess of what use to be a man is now merely a fixture. Dehumanized, wide-eyed and vulnerable, stirring as he watches me take a long drag of a cigarette. My body is encased in glistening rubber, gloved fingers wrapped around the end of the cigarette as I pull it away from my lips, french inhaling before blowing my clouds towards his eyes. I can't wait to fill that hole with tar, long ashes to grace his tongue; the helpless expression on his face as I yank his head up towards the sky ... Show more