A bed and breakfast in an old county jail in Preston, Minn., is on the market!
I have scanned the Realtor.com listing and it looks like it is more inn than jail, but I know there are many guys who might be interested so I wanted to share. They are asking half a million.
Newspaper articles here and here
The B&B official website is here
Thanks to BDSM13 for the tip on this!
From the moment he hit the front door this muscular man was primed and ready for some mummification action. And thanks to Ed, it got serious!
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I caught Chris Evans last night in the Second Stage production of “Lobby Hero,” a play written by Kenneth Lonergan and also starring Michael Cera. My friend Jay, who like me is a longtime admirer of the NYPD, bought the tickets and treated me as an early birthday present.
In the play Evans plays an NYPD cop, and his character is hot and cocky. He had a commanding presence on stage, and even in scenes when he was up in the 22nd floor there was tension in the air waiting for him to return. In the play Evans has a mustache, but in the posters out front and on the Playbill he is clean-shaven. He has his jacket on throughout. He wears a duty belt, but I did not see any cuffs. Early in the play, however, Cera’s character, a security guard, reveals a fantasy involving a (female) cop, handcuffs and a nightstick. Later in the play, he asks about the NYPD changing its uniform color from dark blue to light blue and back again.
Here are some pictures of the signs outside the Hayes Theater on West 44th Street:
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Jaimie shutters in pain, his back and ass crisscrossed with horrible welts from his initial whipping. Many more will follow. Jared, always the sadist, teases the captive, dragging a new, seven-foot single-tail under his chin, giving him a full appreciation of the whip’s length and power before the actual lashing begins. Using a whiplash stroke, Jared cuts the naked, helpless youth with a series of rapid-fire blows. Jaimie is stoic no longer. He cries out with each lash. A spray of alcohol on his fresh wounds burns like liquid fire. “Good night,” Jared sneers, leaving the prisoner chained on his feet, in agony, alone in the torture chamber. Jaimie is dazed and half-asleep when, hours later, a group of guards unchain him, turn him around and lift him up onto the cross. When he regains full consciousness, the truth sinks in: He’s crucified!
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Title of this episOde: Jaimie Steel – Young Anarchist – Part 3
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In this gay bondage scene at Str8Hell, Alan Carly is shackled to the St Andrews cross as Ondra Radni whips and slaps his body. With a gag in place Alan can’t complain too much, he just has to take it. Ondra attaches some clamps to Alan’s nipples and continues to whip him and then places some clothes pins on his ears too. Next Ondra takes a candle and pours melted wax over Alan’s body. He pulls the cock out of the jockstrap and waxes that as well. That wax is all over Alan’s sexy body and Ondra then attaches clothes pins to his prisoner’s cock and balls. With Alan moaning all the while he is turned around and his ass gets the whip too, and all over his back.
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By Mister-X/Spartan
“Wow, that suit is tight!”
Roger had finally managed to get his body and arms into the canvas bondage body bag. It forced the legs together like in a sleep sack, with a zipper up the middle like a sleep sack. The arms, however, were forced together behind the back like in arm binders. There was also a zipper there. At this time, Roger’s arms were not that tightly together, because the zipper had not been pulled up. His partner Dominic, or Dom for short, was the one who was putting him in the suit.
The suit was similar to a Max Cita sleep sack, but with modifications. It had been custom-made. It had a zipper in the front which went up all the way to the chin, as a sleep sack did, with straps periodically placed, as the sleep sack did. There were also rings on both sides of the zipper between the straps. It was made to fit a thin person, which Roger was.
After Roger had finally maneuvered his body inside the bulk of the sack, he took some time to adjust. Dom waited patiently. Finally Roger said, “You can start buckling the straps together on the arm binders, forcing my arms to get together, and start zipping it up.”
