Chapter Five
The Greek Way of Life
“Comfortable?” my owner asked.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I replied. I lay on my back on a thin, narrow mat covering a short wooden bench some i***t decided would make a good bed. My arms were laid out against the sides of my head and tucked under, my elbows tied together. My wrist cuffs were padlocked to a thick ringbolt at the head of the “bed”. Straps attached to the bench under my neck circled up over my shoulders and threaded through buckles bolted to the bench by my armpits. My legs were lifted up, spread apart into a wide “V”, and locked tightly in cuffs bolted to vertical poles. My ass protruded a few inches over the edge of the bench, with my crotch positioned at my owner’s c**k height. This lewd posture exposed my unprotected, ointment-lubri
