Mark is strung up naked for torture

Also at BreederFuckers, Mark is strung up naked with his arms and legs bound against the wall. This stupid fucking hetero can resort to nothing more than shouting homophobic insults. Straight men really have no imagination! His head is secured to the floor so he’s helpless and bent over with his big manly bum pointed in the air. All he can do to resist is wiggle his bum! Mark will learn to beg for cock, arse pounding and punishment.

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The Edge – Chapter 12 – Matt the Demo Boi

By Steellock

Matt lay on his bed and thought about how his life had changed over the last few months since he left the Marines to become the Demo Boi at the leather and rubber BDSM store by the harbor.

In some ways the change was total but in others it was strangely similar.

The bed he was lying on was virtually the same; a narrow steel framed bed with a thin, slightly lumpy mattress.

What was different was what he was wearing. Instead of cotton shorts they were made of thick rubber with rubber belts locked around each thick, muscular thigh. A rubber pouch at the front held his cock and balls and it was zipped up each side with padlocks joining them to the thick rubber waist belt. Which was also locked.

At the back his butt was filled with a steel plug behind another locked zip.

Instead of military Commando boots he was always wearing tall, heavy black leather thick soled boots that had 20 tidy tight lines of red lacing up the front. The laces tucked under the top of his red socks that were neatly folded down.

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Never Done This Before – Part 4

By Hotch Rider

The night went on. With every passing minute, my shoulders were aching more. I tried moving them but that limited motion was not helpful. My feet were starting to hurt and they were also cold from the concrete. But the worst part was the space heater. That damn heater. At first the warmth was nice, it relaxed my muscles a bit but now it was just another source of pain. My skin was red and wet. I had been sweating all over and I was thirsty. I could see the sky getting brighter and knew Jack would be in any minute. Those minutes didn’t pass and I really needed some water.

“Jack! Hey Jack! I’m thirsty man. Can I get some water? … Jack? It’s really hot here.” As expected, there was no answer.

“Jack, please! My shoulders hurt. I’m thirsty. Please come!” There was no answer.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please! I need… I need water Jack. Please!”

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By Bikermike

This ad that had appeared in one of the Gay websites intrigued me. It read:

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I learned that there would be no charge but I could spend either four or eight hours secured in the masters’ dungeon (which was actually a cellar in their house situated in a leafy part of London). In addition, the reply text went on to emphasise that I would be expected to be a total “sub” and that I would have to agree to anything that the masters would wish to do to me. I also understood that there may or may not be more than one “sub” being used at any one time. I could take it or leave it.

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My cock dripped precum as I emailed my reply: I would love to spend four hours as their “sub.”

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