The men were delivering a big bondage table and torture plinth. The flat top was an x-shaped cross, built of leather-covered oak. This was covered with what were clearly over a dozen built-in restraining belts. Gears and levers on the side indicated that this padded plinth could be tilted and secured from horizontal to absolutely upright vertical, perhaps even spun through a full 360 degrees.
The tattooed men, all shaved, bald heads and bulging muscles, puffed and grunted and installed this menace right at the nexus of the intersecting mirrors. Then they turned to look at me, squirming apprehensively in my ridiculous Slut-boy outfit, with my throbbing erection upholding and even bobbing its weight of pearls. Both big men were grinning, shifting themselves to come between me and rest of t
