Carrick gave a dark little smile. "I wonder how you'd feel about having your hands bound, so you couldn't touch yourself? I'd like to see you hard and wanting and desperate. I can imagine the hunger in your eyes, and the way you'd growl."
He blinked slowly, thinking about how Russell's hard muscles would strain against his bonds and how his cock would swell and thrust into the empty air.
"I suspect you'd promise me anything if I were to touch you in that state. If I were to slowly kiss my way down your body and lick the very tip of you, teasing you until you were ready to burst."
Carrick felt his own sex begin to harden in response to the fantasy and he began to stroke himself idly.
"I'd wait until you were almost uncontrollable before I took you all the way into my mouth," he said softly.