“Don’t forget the barbed gloves.” Gideon crouched now, his hands wrapping around Jesse’s ankles to guide him into the spreader. “I think Emma loves those more than you do.”
Jesse thought that was probably true. “Barbed gloves,” he agreed as Gideon locked the cuff around Jesse’s ankle. “Mouth gags. Blindfolds. c**k rings and c**k cages. Ball weights. The kind with spikes.”
“I saw an interesting c**k trap where I picked up the spiked doubled pinwheel.” Gideon moved to the other foot, the heavy leather straps already feeling like home to Jesse. “It’s basically a flexible wide mesh tube that you slip on. When you pull on the end, it tightens and cuts into your c**k, depending on how far you stretch it.” He buckled the second cuff. “If we get a chair, like the ones with the cutouts in the sea
