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By ty dehner
The knock on the door broke my concentration on my computer screen. Before I could get out of my chair, there was a second knock. I hurried from the home office to the front room and front door. Opening it was a hot looking FedEx dude in his uniform. He smiled at me, no doubt a bit taken aback by me being in my full latex suit with heavy collar and shackles attached. He didn’t say anything as he handed me a large box. I put it on the floor as he had me sign his tablet. I turned to pick up the box again, and I heard under his breath “slave.” This took me by surprise, and I looked at him.
The FedEx man commented, “You are getting off easy, slave. If I owned you, you would be hooded also.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir, I will let my Master know of your suggestion.”
He took another look, smiled and then headed back to his truck.
After shutting the door, I looked at the label on the box and was excited to see that it was from the motorcycle store, and it was the gear I ordered last week. I had always wanted full MX gear, and my Master gave me permission last week to order it. I think I might have been a bit heavy in my hinting, but he watched as I ordered and that made me feel really good.
… check out this feature, over at Brutal Tops:
It only takes a few strokes of BrutalTops Master Toby’s skillful hand on the sub’s pathetic cock to make it stand rigid. Then Master Billy viciously beats the erection with a leather flogger until it’s limp again, laughing at the pain he’s causing the sleazy punter. Every time Toby teases the punter’s cock hard, Billy flays it soft again, until the poor sub’s penis is battered and bruised.
Ramming a tail dildo in its slutty ass, Toby rides the pony around their expensive apartment while Billy relentlessly flogs its buttocks for extra encouragement, stinging electro shocks delivered to its testicles via a collar Toby’s strapped around them — this punter wanted the works from his tormentors, and he sure as hell is getting it!
To see more, go to Brutal Tops
By Rubrpig
Life began to form a pattern based on Connor’s twice a month visits to SIR William to be cleaned and checked. He looked forward to being hooded and restrained as it meant that his cock would be released from the belt, while the belt was cleaned, SIR William would handle his cock and check it for pressure sores, shave the fuzz down again and after everything had dried, put his cock back in the tube and reassemble the belt. However, tonight was different, as SIR William had put him into a heavy padded isolation hood.
Once the hood was in place he breathed through the small grommet over his mouth which the heavy external straps kept closed which made Connor focus on breathing. Once he had been led to the bondage table and he had been strapped down, the belt was completely removed. However, SIR William this time began to slowly stroke his cock which quickly hardened and the sensation and feelings began to overwhelm Connor as it had been 3 months since the belt had been put on him by his SIR. SIR William continued to slowly stroke and Connor got rock hard and could feel the pre-cum oozing from his slit and then suddenly, he shuddered and the orgasm hit hard. His body arched and the load blew from his cock and poured out, the feelings overwhelmed him. He had never cum like this and it was so intense he almost passed out. Finally, calm enough to breath properly he slowly recovered. He felt his body being washed to remove the cum his cock had shot over his crotch and chest.
By Joshua Ryan
I was in another tall, old room, but this one was tall and narrow. Along one wall was a set of shelves, with line after line of metal baskets on top of them. Along the opposite wall was another one of those big old-fashioned desks — only this one was loaded with computer equipment. The equipment looked strange in a room like that, almost eerie. It was like two worlds were being jammed together. . . . The tears were still in my eyes, running down my face. I was having a hard time focusing . . . “Hit the prints!” someone barked.
There was a guard sitting behind the desk, and the guard was already yelling at me. “The prints on the FLOOR!” I looked at the floor. There was a pair of yellow feet painted there. I put my freshly polished black shoes on the fading yellow feet and looked back at the guard. He wasn’t looking at me. He was writing something, and it took him a long time. That is, I think it did. Time was strange at the moment.
The guard put a stamp on a thing that must have been part of my “docs”; then he got up and strode to the other side of the desk. He was young. He was Mexican. He was short and slight. His grays were freshly washed. His hair was freshly slicked and combed. There were deep thick furrows running through it, like newly plowed earth. And he had a paddle dangling from his belt.
Also at My Friends Feet, Eli Lewis came along for some foot worship with his boyfriend, Bryan Cole
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Even when he’s naked and tied by his hands and wrists, Leonardo believes he’s in a position to make demands. This thick footballer needs to learn that he has no control. Adrian wraps his cock and balls in a tight noose and ties it to the floor. All he has to do is step on the rope to tug so painfully hard on this sporty fucker’s genitals that he wails in pain, feeling like they are going to be ripped off. Leo is disgusted by the thought of kissing a man, but Adrian demands an intimate cuddle or he’ll step on the rope more. Leo insults his captor.
Punishment is delivered in the form of sharp electro shocks to his nipples and his shrivelled cock. Dave enters and flogs the bastard’s arse, while Adrian continues to shock his body all over. Leo is overwhelmed with the wicked treatment, making pain shoot all over his exposed body. A collar is fixed around his neck, and Leo is brought to his knees. Dave presents his stiff cock in Leo’s face and demands that the hetero beg to suck his cock. With a mouth spread fixed over his head, Leo can’t do anything to stop the stiff dick from being thrust in his mouth. Dave demands that he use his tongue to gentle massage his shaft and glans. Leo’s arse is flogged while his mouth is fixed in a permanent scream.
Leo continues to resist his duty as a sub. More punishment is needed in the form of painful shocks to his tight arsehole. Now the fucker will take a cock and even compliantly hold out his tongue to receive a mouthful of fresh sperm. This is how you turn a star athlete into a filthy cock sucker!
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By JR
Florida has a funny way of taking things the rest of world enjoys and making them trashier. Outside of the state’s biggest cities and most expensive zip codes, this state has all the refinement of a Jerry Springer episode, and the gay culture is no exception. One area where the trashy factor really shines through is in the run down mid-century motels turned into gay resorts. They litter the state and all have a similar feel: sparsely furnished rooms, poolside bars, and lush landscaping to keep activities somewhat private. One of these resorts on the west coast is pretty big and has some well attended themed weekends, so naturally I checked in for their annual leather weekend. I left my sometimes uptight professional demeanor at home, submitted to the fact that it would not be a weekend at the Four Seasons, and packed for what I hoped would be Florida’s version of IML.
I set my work aside early on Friday afternoon and headed across the state to the resort. It was exactly what I had expected from the online photos, perhaps even a bit cleaner and more updated. There were two long two-story buildings with second floor open walkways flanking the pool. The former hotel lobby and restaurant had been converted to bars, one with a little dance floor. The décor was part kitschy mid-century modern, part whatever the owners could find on the cheap. The place reeked of bleach, which I took as a good sign.
