At Bound Gods, Master Sebastian Keys has his leather-gloved hands full disciplining horny fuck gimp Dominic Pacifico and new slave Shane Jackson. Rough sex, rope bondage, flogging, zapping and face fucking!
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Meanwhile at Tickled Hard, Diesel immediately erupts in crazy laughter as Franco begins tickling his size 11 feet. Franco tickles Diesel between his toes, first with his spit-moistened finger, then with lots of lube. Diesel thrashes around so much, it looks like he might break the table! But it’s not just Diesel’s feet that are super-ticklish. He squeals and bounces around madly when Franco moves up to his armpits and tickles his bellybutton. Franco tickles Diesel’s knees and thighs before returning to his big, pretty feet. Franco tickles him roughly with his fingers, then the rubber soap saver and sonic toothbrush. It all leaves Diesel breathless and dripping with sweat. To reward him, Franco releases one of Diesel’s hands so they can jack off together. Franco shoots his big load first, and Diesel follows shortly after. Then, for good measure, Franco re-cuffs him and goes in for one last tickle of his feet.
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By Bikermike
Alex was left to recover for an hour or so; resting his bruised and cut body lying on his front on his makeshift bed, made out of wooden pallettes. He was milked once again; this time his captors needed to attach toothed clamps to his nipples in order for him to gain an erection so soon after his ordeal.
His life settled down once again into its routine: food then milked first thing in the morning (often fucked in the process), working the generator, milked again, food, generator, milked; every other day made to do various physical exercises and so on.
Even though he was beaten on occasions when he had not produced enough sperm, he was quite enjoying his life as a slave. Thoughts sometimes came into his mind as to what was going to happen to him when his ejaculate was no longer able to produce testosterone B? Would he be released? Did he want to be released at all? He needed to get answers from his captors but he was forbidden to initiate any conversation with them on pain of severe punishment.
Those of us “of a certain age” have warm remembrances of “The Hun” series. Bill Schmeling was best known for his gay male erotic art, with scenes of raw, rough sex that went far beyond what anyone else was doing at the time. pic.twitter.com/En6Z6oPcXo
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By Bikermike
Hour after hour Alex turned the generator handle in total darkness; sensorily deprived except for jolts of electricity surging through his balls, some tickling and some agonising depending upon the voltage being produced. Throughout this torment he was aware that his cock for the most part remained rock hard. The more he thought about his situation the more it appealed: his was now a life of abject sex slavery, having to satisfy three brutal masters as and when they desired.
He even found the prospect of being severely beaten this evening exciting, as were the not-so-tickling belts of current that his genitals were suffering every few minutes. How much more physical abuse could his body and mind take? His sexual appetite seemed insatiable.
The more he thought, the slower he turned the generator handle until Zapppp! He grunted as the electricity fried his balls. More electricity…more zapps…more…He roared as he orgasmed once again, followed by a very short period of euphoria until he sensed his cock hardening once again.
By Bikermike
The weeks went by with Alex settling down with the acceptance of his life as a slave, with no rights, no say, no clothes and no dignity. He had endured savage beatings, rape and physical exercises to the point of collapse. However, the more he thought about his situation the more excited he had become, with his cock being rock hard for much of the time. Occasionally at night he would masturbate, enjoying the feeling and taste of his own semen on his tongue, then fail to produce a vialful of ejaculate in the morning.
The resultant whipping would cause his cock to harden once again but he would then enjoy the almost brutal wanking he would receive from either Andy, James or Steve. By this time his body bore the scars of such beatings and he could only guess at the appearance of his broad muscled back (he had no access to a mirror), which made him even more excited the more he thought about it.
The food had been good, tasty and nutritious. He had decent washing facilities, was warm and had a relatively comfortable bed upon which to sleep. As he was unable to shave, his captors had trimmed his by now full beard once a fortnight (although as a slave, he had lost most of his sense of the passing of time).
By ty dehner
The sweat was pouring from under my helmet washing away pieces of the dirt and grit from my face. Every muscle in my body ached, but I couldn’t give up now. Everyone had one goal in mind right now. This work, nearly 48 hours straight of it, was taking our minds off the bigger picture. I hadn’t been out of my fireman coat since the call came in, it weighs a ton on me right now, but it protected me from the small falling pieces of concrete and glass. I don’t know how all this finally happened and it is beyond any of our imaginations that we are searching and digging in such desperation, but we are not giving up, we can’t. We are firemen and dedicated to our fellow firemen and first responders.
As I wiped the sweat away from my eyes, I’m sure the grit smeared across my face. But there is so many layers of it what does it matter. The sun was setting on the second day since something happened that would forever change me. I was so focused on my digging that I didn’t feel the Captain grab my shoulder at first. He yelled at me over the machinery that motored on everywhere around us. He finally got my attention and told me it was time for me to head home and get rest. I shook him off, but he ordered me to get my ass out of there and home. He knew I wanted to stay, but also knew that I needed the rest.
You hear the story all the time, but everyone dismisses it as an urban legend: A young college student, in a river town like Minneapolis, leaves a party and disappears into thin air. Rumors fly that he was kidnapped and sold into slavery — or worse. Don’t be ridiculous, the authorities insist, he must have slipped into the river and his body was swept away. But, guess what? The rumors are true: There is a reason these missing young men are always fit and good-looking — because that’s the way we like them! Garbriel Cruz is such a captive, a well-built, 21-year-old college student who left a party drunk and walked home alone, along the river. But he didn’t fall off a rock into a swift current or jump off a bridge; he was grabbed and thrown into a van, stripped of his T-shirt and shoes, blindfolded and bound. He is now hanging in a dark, concrete room, pants around his knees. “What are you going to do to me?” he asks, tears in his eyes. His captor, Garret Stone, is a muscular, unsmiling young man, nearly naked but for some leather gear. And he has a whip.
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Title of this episode: Gabriel Cruz – Taken For Torture – Chapter 1
