Lean, lithe and vulnerable Seb Evans is literally tied over a barrel. Hanging heavily and convex over the cold hollow steel, pressed firmly against his pale and delicate skin. In nothing but a jock, boots and armbands his arms are strung up behind him, bound and suspended from the ceiling, rope over chain. His torso, legs and boots are intricately entwined and fixed to the barrel. He is going nowhere. In walks David Lambert in Rubber shorts and sits confidently across from him. Stroking the squeaking rubber and hardening his cock while Seb watches.