Jaimie gets tied up and whipped and then crucified

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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!

Title of this episode: Jaimie Steel – Young Anarchist – Part 3

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A Crazy Guy at This Year’s Event

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.”

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Video: Wyatt is tied up with his balls stretched in a vice

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“Am I pleasing you sir?” Wyatt asks, stretched out on the bondage table, his naked body covered with whip marks, his balls stretched in a vice, an electrified grid under his butt ready to shock him at any moment. His master, muscle-stud Jared, doesn’t respond but whips Wyatt even harder and yanks on the rope attached to the vice crushing his balls. Then Jared takes the captive’s tortured cock and balls in his mouth and licks his stretched scrotum. “Thank you, Sir!” the tortured slave says. Then Jared flips the switch that sends current into the grid. He whips Wyatt as he lifts himself off the grid and continues to whip him when he collapses on it. After a while, the poor slave is so exhausted he remains silent and supine even as the current flows into his balls and his master continues to whip him. His bound body just shakes and jerks.

Title of this shoot: Wyatt – Playtime – Part 10

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Milking Day – Part 2

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesIt had been hours. I was naked, hogcuffed, ballgagged, with a huge electro plug humming away up my butt milking my prostate after five weeks of chastity. All I had to do was not orgasm until Mark said it was time.

Speaking of Mark, he’d been flipping through the various sports channels, watched a few games, a bit of news, and switched to a sitcom for a bit too before turning back to basketball. All the while, his big feet were all over me. In my face, resting on my shoulders, stroking my back. I was drooling heavily on my ballgag, and leaking constantly through my chastity cage, moaning as he pushed on that gigantic plug.

This was torture. Plain and simple, I thought to myself. Four hours, and I was still horny as hell, fighting back the urge to cum, and I was exhausted. I let out a whimper and a torrent of drool. Mark looked over, taking his feet from where they were resting on the small of my back. He leaned closer to me.

“Aww, whassa matter? Bored? Well I suppose you can’t see the TV…” His voice had such a patronizing tone, the teasing sexy bastard. I rolled my eyes, but mostly my fight was gone. Mark seemed to think for a moment, and then stood up, a twinkle in his eyes. “Got it! I know exactly what’ll cheer you up. Be right back.” He darted into the other room, and returned a moment later with some nipple clamps.

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