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Alex squeezed his eyes shut tight, then opened them, feeling tears prick the corners. He rolled his shoulders, pain seeping from the socket all the way down to his wrists. His teeth were pressed tight into a red rubber ball gag that was latched around the back of his head, wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts. And worst yet? He was rutting helplessly into the air, grinding his hips deliciously slowly, searching in desperate contempt for the littlest bit of friction. Sweet, sweet friction. Just a little. Just a little. Please, god, just a little.