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Lucky Cup – Chapter 7

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By GratDelay

male bondage fictionThis story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.

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One of the features in my control app told me Aaron was still here. That was handy. I stuck him in place and did a quick scan of the locker room, the coaches’ office, the showers… I stopped along the way and grabbed a duffel from my locker, then I went to see Aaron.

“OK,” I said, “All the doors are shut, I turned off most of the lights, and I made sure everyone else has left. Will anyone walk in on us?”

He shook his head. “Not likely.”

“Good. You’ve been bogarting my suit long enough, so let’s wrap this up.”

I couldn’t figure out the expression on his face. I had expected more fear, I guess.

“I was kinda hoping you’d let me keep the suit,” he said.

“As if. And let you sneak up on me with it?”

“I thought about that. You could rig it so that it won’t work on you. Maybe you wear, I don’t know, a pendant that repels the suit, just like I couldn’t touch your phone.”

That stopped me for a minute. It was a good idea.

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Buying Love – Part 3

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male bondage storiesBy Cutieboy90

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The collection room, as Rich had called it, was a simple room. Bare walls, almost clinical in feel, with two bars hanging from post in the ceiling. Brett had been stripped out of his clothes, and was now standing idly with a raging boner while Rich went to get the suit that Brett would spend the next couple days in. Rich wasn’t gone long. He returned with his arms full of leather.

“Here we are!” He chortled. “The one pony suit we have is just about your size! All black too. You can be our Black Beauty!”

Brett managed a polite smile, too transfixed by the lush smell of leather and the softness of the suit as it was held up to him. First, his feet went in. The legs were separate, and they were zipped from the knee up. He watched as the velcro flaps were pressed over the zipper seam, making them almost invisible against the sea of black leather. Next the body portion was pulled up. The front was solid, like a straitjacket. And like with a straitjacket, Brett’s arms were pushed into sleeves. Only these sleeves ended at the wrist, leaving his hands free for now. Before the back was zipped up, though Rich knelt in front of him, eyeing his still-throbbing cock.

“Yup, you’re definitely a stallion,” Rich commented as he handled Brett’s cock and churning balls. “Got some heft. They’re going to love you!”

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Video: Twunk torture

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Scroll down for a free video preview from the men of Dream Boy Bondage. In this update, Felix Frost continues to beat Johnny on the soles of his feet, tortures his nipples, and then flips him over and flogs his trembling ass until it is bright red.

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“Are you going to behave after this?” Felix asks Johnny after rolling the pinwheel over the soles of the captive’s feet. “Yes, Sir!” Johnny immediately replies, but Felix not only continues to crop Johnny’s nipples and feet but hits them even harder. Johnny flexes and squirms, every muscle in his lean, athletic body visible and quivering. The captive gasps and screams but takes the pain. Felix then leaves Johnny alone, in pain, for hours. But Johnny’s agony under the lash is not over. He is flipped over onto his stomach and spread-eagled. Felix then returns with a leather flogger and brutally beats the prisoner’s firm, bulbous ass until it is bright red. The ass-whipping just goes on and on.

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The Dream

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“Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up!” the whole room chanted. I was so mesmerized by the sounds of the masculine voices shouting as one, that when the two brutish bouncers grabbed each of my arms I cried out in surprise. They frog-marched me up to the stage and quickly locked restraints on my wrists, which in turn were attached to the arms of a large cross, forcing my arms as far apart as they could go. The lights were bright, but I could make out the crowd of men, dressed in tight jeans or leather, many shirtless or in harness, hooting and whistling while looking at ME. Holy shit.

My two escorts took off my belt and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles sharply. Down came my white briefs, allowing my semi-hard cock to bounce upward. Of course this led to louder, more urgent cheers of “Lock him up!” A third man joined us on stage, and with a wicked, sadistic smile, he applied an ice pack to my erection. It took about a minute, but once my boner subsided he grabbed me by the balls and slipped on the ring of a Holy Trainer chastity device. The crowd collectively crowed as they observed me being locked into the device before their eyes.

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