Chinese Extremes Part 2

Phil tried to fight them, but to no avail. Soon his arms were tied in a back prayer, sealing them inside a tight black leather sack that now held between his arms between his shoulder blades. Fighting them had been futile for many reasons. First of all there were far too many of them. Second of all his new footwear made it very difficult to get proper footing, but most importantly there was his erection. It is very hard to fight someone when all you really want to do, is to beg him to let you cum. Phil's rubbing against the guards, producing waves of unwanted pleasure, had broken what little will to fight he had left and he had stood completely still with expectation as one of the guards had grabbed his cock, forcing him to stop moving. Phil had stared imploringly at the guard to make him stroke his cock, but the guard had just grinned with derision and in the end Phil had been unable to stop himself from making little thrusting movements in the man's hand, while the others tied his arms. Phil had stopped noticing his arms and was instead completely focused on his cock. The guard held it lightly and it was hard for Phil to find enough friction in the man's hand, slippery as it was from Phil's own pre-cum. When his arms were sealed inside the leather sack and the other guards stepped back, Phil didn't even notice. Instead he was making urgent gurgling, little moaning sounds as his hips jerked and he tried get off. The spectacle made all the bodyguards laugh, but this time the humiliation only increased his arousal and he began moving towards an orgasm. His breath became labored and urgent and just as he was about to cum, the guard let go of his cock, leaving Phil hanging.

Phil let out a high-pitched, pitiful moaning sound, sounding much more like a bitch in heat than a strong and self-confident Karate instructor. The guards roared with laughter.

Then they proceeded with the next leather item. This proved to be a black leather corset, with strong steel supports.