After a moment of consideration, Liam slowly released his grip on the belt. He left it still cinched around Mike's neck, perhaps a reminder to behave. A necessary one since the door remained wide open. A test of Mike's will to stay. A test of his loyalty. Any man, especially a junkie, merely playing at being loyal to such a sadistic man would bolt at the first possible opening. And here it was. Liam moved away from Mike, his back turned. Nothing held the junkie there, no chains this time.

Liam ran his fingers over the cage as he passed it. It was a very serious affair, a box made entirely of iron. From the door hung a large pad lock. He lingered, briefly, looking down through the bars on the top, the faintest smile on his lips. Eventually Mike would fuck up and require such treatment. Perhaps he already had. Wandering far and finding new conquests without permission. Maybe if--when--he was able to get Tim back here, Mike could watch his new boyfriend being bound and violated from this particular vantage point. Perhaps even spend the night there.

Turning that idea over he moved over to the closet and tugged open the door. Inside hung a wide array of items, mostly of harsh black leather. The door itself held a rack full of all manner of straps, arranged in so many different ways. He flicked through the items hanging on the bar, some of them too strict to use just yet, to select one that stood out a bit from the rest. Rather than black leather it was white canvas. A jacket that practically bristled with brown leather straps.

He turned to Mike, inspecting the garment and his captive. "I think this is about your size..." He remarked, lifting one of the long sleeves.