Brutus glances toward the camera tripod, checking that the lens is angled perfectly to capture gagging progression for recording. With a determined huff, he reaches for first layer from gag, carefully calculating how many layers of socks he needs to stuff into his maw first to make final fit believable.
He slides the first pair of thick wool socks into his mouth, fabric bulging against his cheeks and forcing his jaw. He groans, sound muffled and wet. Brutus reaches for the ballgag, sliding silicone sphere past his lips and tightening strap with a sharp tug that makes his eyes water. He pauses to check mirror, seeing way his muzzle is stretched and the way socks spill out around edges of gag.
He reaches for bandage roll, winding white adhesive strips around his jaw and over ballgag. He pulls fabric tight, pressing gag deeper into his mouth until he can only make small sounds. He fumbles with duct tape, tearing a long strip with his fangs and slapping it across his mouth. The adhesive clings to his fur, pulling at skin of his cheeks as he presses tape down with a pawpads palm.
Brutus fumbles with muzzle, sliding heavy leather straps over his mouth. He buckles the straps tight, metal clinking as he cinches them. Muzzle pushes ballgag and bandage further back into his throat, forcing his jaw into a fixed, wide position. He lets out a muffled whimper, sound barely escaping layers of obstruction. He looks at camera, the lens reflecting his wide, frantic eyes and bulk of gag sequence.
He reaches for final roll of duct tape, his movements clumsy and heavy. He tears a long strip and slaps it across leather muzzle, winding it around his head in a series of tight, overlapping turns. Tape bites into latex, creating a seamless wall of adhesive and rubber. He presses his palm against tape, ensuring seal is airtight. He tries to speak, but only a low, vibrating hum resonates in his mouth.
"Mphh, hmphh!" he grunts, the sound deadened by thick layers of fabric and silicone. He leans toward the camera, his breath hitching as he realizes how difficult it is to draw air through compressed layers. He attempts to adjust leather strap, but duct tape holds muzzle in a rigid grip. His chest heaves as he tries to find a rhythm to his breathing, air whistling faintly through gaps under wool socks.
He steps back from camera, admiring the sheer volume of construction. The duct tape has created a thick, silver band that anchors muzzle to his mouth, turning his lower face into a solid block of restriction. He tries to widen his jaw, but leather and tape hold him in a fixed, open position, forcing silicone sphere to press hard against his tongue. A thin trail of saliva leaks from the corner of his mouth, soaking into edge of duct tape.
- Mphhh!..
Awesome!
