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Video: Tough guy Johnny gets whipped on his muscular chest

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At Dream Boy Bondage, Felix promises Johnny he can go home if he pumps out a load of cum. Johnny cums on command, but instead of being freed, he’s whipped and tased. Scroll down for a video clip!

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Nobody flogs a prisoner better than Felix Frost. Felix really lays into Johnny, making the prisoner wince and gasp through his tape gag as his lean, muscular torso turns pink. “Do you want it to stop? Do you want to go home?” Felix asks. “Yes!” Johnny answers. “Yes, what?” Felix replies, tasing Johnny’s abs. “Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir!” Johnny replies, trembling from the pain, even though the taser is on a low setting meant to inflect pain but not debilitate. Felix uncuffs Johnny’s wrist from the wall. “I’ll let you go if you can get hard,” he says. Johnny is disgusted but will do anything to avoid the pain. He works his cock, getting hard. In addition to his perfect body, Johnny has a huge, beautiful cock. “Take your hand away!” Felix demands, standing back and admiring the foot-long thing jutting out of the captive’s body. Then he tases Johnny again, several times. If you can cum after being tased, I’ll let you go,” Felix says. Of course, it’s a lie. Johnny pumps out a huge load of cum, but his flogging has just begun. Amazingly, he stays semi-hard, his cock dripping cum, as he’s whipped for another hour.

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 01

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By TheBadOne

Chapter One – At Attention, On Display and Isolated

I’m standing at attention. I don’t know what that means for the army, or anyone else for that matter, but when Master has decided that I’m to stand at attention, this is what it means for me.

First, I strip naked if I’m not already. I can’t just throw my clothes in a pile, either. I have to fold everything as I remove it and make a tidy stack, so that it draws out the undressing process longer. My posture is ramrod-straight, every muscle tightly holding me in the most upright possible position. My eyes are straight forward and not to move, even slightly, no matter what else is going on. My legs are apart- only slightly more than hip width apart. Not wide enough that it’s an obvious show of submission, but enough that it’s wider than I’m used to, and he has easy access to every inch of my body. And, I hardly need to add, I’m to keep my lips shut until I’m given permission to make any sort of noise.

It sounds hot, and easy. Which, sure, at first it’s easy. In the beginning you feel your sexiest and most confident in your submission when you are at attention, and master is appraising you- praising you, too, for your successful fitness routine, your painstaking grooming to make sure you’re a specimen both while at play and in the general public. One day he leaves the room while I’m at attention, coming back shortly with a glass of water for himself. A few days later, he’s pulled away from minding you for a business call. He puts you at attention in the corner while he takes a fifteen minute call. You feel like a sexy statue, your erection saluting your master for every second as you focus on your posture.

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Show me your ballgag

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At BreederFuckers, Austin is helpless to control his horniness, and Dave takes advantage of this weakness. The feisty fucker spits insults at his captor, but he’s roped up naked with his arms and legs akimbo. There’s nothing he can do to cover himself, and his enraged words only earn him swift punches to his stomach. Dave seizes his dick, which infuriates Austin even more. He struggles to get away, but this only makes him wiggle his arse back and forth against Dave’s cock. There’s no restraining this hetero’s sex drive, because it only takes the slightest stimulation to get his eager prick straining upward. Dave punishes him by whipping that big fat stiffy, driving the shame of Austin’s humiliation into him.

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James – Part 9

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By Thunder

Dear Metal:

While I know this does not chronologically fall within the story of my training I have been describing the last few months when time and my Master allows (sorry about the delay on part 9), He asked me to send you a special real time update as he thought you might be interested in our New Year’s weekend. For the readers, I need to remind them that what I am describing, now, is almost nine and a half years after the transition and the training that I was receiving at that time. Now, at 52, I am semi-retired thanks to a tremendous opportunity to sell off part of the firm my colleague William and I built a few years ago and that has left me the opportunity to spend more time at home focusing on Alan, my Husband Master who has kept me in a hybrid role of husband, dog, slave, and gimp throughout the last ten years as we have evolved our lives, friendships, and our contracts with each other.

Now that all of that is out of the way, we are wrapping up our New Year’s parties after having hosted two the past two nights. I thought you might be interested in hearing about them as they could not have been more different.

On Monday, New Year’s Eve night, we played host to Alan’s work party, hosting the 100 or so employees, friends, and their partners from his company to our home outside of Atlanta and then, New Year’s Day, we hosted all of our friends who are “in the know”. When we entertain, Alan is fastidious that everything be as close to perfect in our home as possible so, he had arranged for my schedule to have me home all week so I could focus on the lists of things that he wanted done prior to the parties. He completely controls my calendar at work and home (my assistant is the slave of a Master we know), so none of this was shocking and each day, when he left for work, he allowed me on two legs so I could work all day on the lists he gave me.

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