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CHRIS TEEL | TORMENT

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I DON’T REALLY REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE. I KNOW THAT I WAS AT A PARTY WITH A FEW FRIENDS. I KNOW THAT I HAD PROBABLY TOO MUCH TO DRINK, BUT THAT’S ALL I REMEMBER OF THE NIGHT BEFORE. I WENT TO MOVE, FEELING AS IF I WAS FLOATING ON AIR, BUT SOMETHING KEPT ME FROM GOING ANYWHERE. I TRIED TO OPEN MY EYES, BUT EVERYTHING WAS DARK, BLACK ALMOST.
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I went to say something, I don’t know, anything, but I couldn’t even do that. Something was keeping me from talking. Something was in my mouth and I couldn’t spit it out. I started to force myself up from my position, but I got nothing. Frustration led to yelling, but it did me no good. “Ah, you’re awake,” were the first words I heard. I felt him get closer to me, stroking my back with his hands and leaning closer to my ear. “I want you to relax and enjoy every moment of this adventure we’re going to share together,” he replied.
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He ran his hands all over my body, touching my skin. I was bare-assed naked. With some conscious thought, I was able to “feel” my position. I was suspended in the air, leaning forward, and held spread-eagle. I could feel him on my skin and smell him in the air. I could feel the cold air against my cock and balls as much as the air on my back. I began to wonder my lot in this situation. What was my unseen tormentor going to do to me? Was I ever going to get free from this place? Wherever I was? I think my nervousness showed on my face because he began to talk again. “Are you afraid of what I’m going to do?” he asked. “Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?”
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His questions cut through me as did his voice. He put his hand on my chest and trailed circles around my nipples. He put his hand on my back and trailed it down to my ass. I tried to resist, but the stimulation had me rock hard in just a few minutes. I thought that this was the worst part of it all, but I was terribly wrong. “I hope you’re comfortable,” he whispered in my ear.”I’m going to go take a nap and I’ll be back in two hours…don’t go anywhere.” I didn’t know what he had done, but by this time, I was so horny, the idea of stopping was unreal. I began screaming in my gag. He laughed more and left, closing a door behind him.

Photographer Chris Teel: “Jerom is from Lyon, France. We had discussed ideas before shooting and he was comfortable with the sexual undertones of what we were doing. It was his first time shooting a bondage concept and he seemed a little uncertain when it came to that. We shot that on the second day and once the trust had been established he got into the concept and delivered.”
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Photography: Chris Teel
Model: Jerom
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