There are a lot of fantasies out there about being enslaved, having a hot, demanding master who can physically dominate you. But there’s reality to consider. If you’re locked up 24/7, unless your master is wealthy and somewhat obsessed, it’s not always viable in reality. What about health insurance? How do you stay fit? When do you get to go to the bathroom? How do you pay the bills? Reality intrudes on our fantasies.
My situation, on the other hand, combines fantasy and reality pretty effectively, and inescapably.
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Master Jack has a new video for sale, featuring Rich Kelly. Click the image below to see a preview:
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Here are some shots from earlier today of the Gay Pride Parade in New York City. The leather contingent looked great this year!
For me, watching the guy from the Eagle NYC in the leather jock and kneepads, who was being a total pig, crawling around on all fours in front of an NYPD officer, was the highlight of the day for me. Also Superman doing pushups.
It didn’t take long for the pain in my shoulders to get the better of me. The constant going back and forth, standing upright as I could then bending back over, was intense to say the least.
The static playing in my ears had the desired effect that John wanted. Since all I could hear was the droning of the hissing sound, it served to take my world and shrink it down to just me and my predicament. All my thoughts, all my energy was directed toward thinking about how to cope with this painful predicament position I was tolerating.
Continue reading 10 Days in Detention – Part 03
Here are more casting pictures from Serious Male Bondage:
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By Pablo Greene
SEX, DEATH, AND SUNSHINE
I tasted freedom in this lost edge of the world, and the shadows cast by the sun reminded me that I hadn’t seen another human being in these hills for weeks.
My journey threatened to destroy my body, but I enjoyed its hardship and how it toughened the skin on the soles of my feet, how it built calluses in places they had never existed before.
Continue reading How to Kill a Superhero:
World Without Daylight