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Craig gets strapped down stark naked to the discipline bench
At BreederFuckers, feisty hetero Craig has realised what a hellishly vulnerable position he’s in, strapped down stark naked to the discipline bench. Just when he begins begging for mercy they silence him with a gag. There’s no greater suffering for a straight man than the wicked tension of having his exposed arse pointed up with vicious salivating perverts circling it. Pain is more acute when it’s stretched out over a long period of time. Adrian whacks his arse continuously for so long that every slice of the cane hitting his sore red bottom is absolute agony for him.
Craig will do anything to make it stop even beg for his gob to be filled with a fat angry dick. Dave fucks his mouth while Adrian spreads his sore arse cheeks. He rubs the head of his cock against Craig’s tight warm sphincter drawing out the tension. He plunges inside and fucks him hard. Notice how Craig helplessly kicks his legs unable to do anything to stop being mercilessly rammed. Adrian unleashes a stream of cum onto Craig’s face. While it’s dripping down his pretty features Dave plunges into his arse. Craig is shocked feeling a second man tearing into his arse and then he receives a second load on his ruined face. This straight man has now learned what it means to be a submissive bitch for randy men.
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The Journey to Hull – Part 3
By Wakeysub
Session 2
The timer in front of me came back to life but this time showed “60:00” – what the fuck. I had struggled with 30 minutes and now I was faced with 60 minutes of God knows what. I heard the click and the timer started to count down. My second session had begun. The nipple clamps were still viciously biting into my tortured nipples but the massive rubber cock in my mouth was jabbing into my throat and making me gag repeatedly. This made me thrash around as much as the tight restraints would allow. This just drove the nipple clamps to bite harder and harder.
He leant forward and brushed the nipple clamps lightly. At his touch the pain shot deep into my chest.
“Your tits seem to be enjoying it, you fat slut. Don’t want them to get bored – lets replace the clamps with something you’re really going to love. I bought these especially for you when you told me you had sensitive nips. You’re going to love these clamps they looked so fucking hot in the adverts. First, let’s remove these pathetic toy clamps and get you ready for your new best friends.”
Ripley’s Believe It or Not
Ripley’s Believe It or Not in Times Square hs all sorts of torture and bondage devices on display!
The Wall – Part 03
By Slavebladeboi
So who was he then?
Who?
For fuck’s sake, you know who. The “who” you were waving goodbye to out there. The “who” in the red sports car. The red sports car I told you about. The same red sports car …..
What?
I’ve had this. Were you in on it all the time?
He looked at his partner, he felt hot, sick and tearful. His partner sat.
You like bondage?
You bloody know I do.
You like being fucked?
Where’re you going with all this?
Just answer me.
OK! Yes I frigging do.
And you enjoyed your dream?
I wasn’t a dream, we both know it and now I know you’ve been…
OK Yes. I did it for you.
Wha…
Cards
By Bikermike
The “game,” if it could be called as such, was very straightforward. It consisted of an ordinary pack of playing cards; fifty-two in total, if you do not count the jokers. The pack is shuffled and four cards are dealt from the top of the pack and the face value of this fourth card is noted. Another four are dealt and again the face value of this card is added to the previous value. All the cards are dealt in groups of four and the values of each fourth card added to the rest. There are fifty-two cards, therefore the whole pack requires thirteen groups of four cards. The value of the ace is of course one, the jack eleven, queen twelve and the king has the value of thirteen.
A mathematician would be able to calculate the odds of each sum total of the thirteen cards, but I am no mathematician so I estimate the average total would be in the order of
52 x 6.5 divided by 4 = 84.5
These were the rules explained to me by someone whose profile I was fascinated by on Recon. He went on to say that we would meet at his place, not too far away; either he or I would shuffle and deal the cards (it wouldn’t matter who) and note the final value, then the pack would be shuffled again and we would then pick a card each. The one picking the higher face value would then be given as many strokes of the belt as the total score of the thirteen sets of four cards.
