If you do ballet you can also be a bondage stud!

Don’t let that ignorant airhead on Good Morning America tell you otherwise. Men who do ballet are studs! Take Nigel for example. After days of pain, humiliation and sex, tis ballet dancer has lost track of time, bound and gagged in the dungeon. Today he is whipped with the single-tail and left alone for hours. Check out the video below from Dream Boy Bondage!

If you do ballet you can also be a bondage stud

Last week Nigel was “living his best life,” doing ballet and making friends in his new city. Now everything has changed: He’s been brutally whipped and tortured, forced to suck a huge cock, brutally fucked repeatedly, covered with cum and jerked off – all while in pain, his limber body stretched to its limits. Today he is bound, face-up, on a small table, completely naked and gagged, his dancer’s body covered with welts from previous whippings. He’s lost track of time:  He knows he’s been fed several times and allowed to evacuate his bowels and sleep here and there, but every day is a blur of pain, humiliation and sex. He’s left alone, bound and helpless, for hours. Then Anthony returns and beats him with a crop then slices his creamy, lean stomach and chest with the single-tail whip. “I want you always hard!” Anthony announces, attaching the vacuum pump to his cock once again.

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Title of this episode: Nigel – Anthony’s Boy – Chapter 8

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The Cop and the Young Punk – Part 02

By Mister-X/Spartan

Somehow Harry managed to make it through the several hours of standing at attention. He hated that tie and the tight shirt collar. He wondered how people could stand being dressed this way all the time. His stomach had been growling, and he wondered when he was going to be fed. Soon he started hearing the sound of a door opening and one of the ‘prisoners’ being marched out. He figured he was finally going to be fed.

When it was Harry’s turn, he was first checked to make sure he was at an erect attention, then marched out and down the hall. He was marched into that standing cage again. His cuffs and shackles were removed, and he was told to take off his shirt, tie and pants. After he’d done so, the clothes were folded neatly into a bag with his name on it, put on a shelf, and the cuffs and shackles were put back on. This time he also had something else put on. It was a leather hood with only two pinholes at the nostrils. After it was tightly strapped on over his gag, the pinholes lining up properly, he now could no longer see, and his breathing was a little restricted. He was then marched out of the cage and room and down the hall.

Continue reading The Cop and the Young Punk – Part 02

The Cop and the Young Punk – Part 01

By Mister-X/Spartan

Harry noticed the police car up ahead. He checked his speedometer, and found that he was going a couple of miles per hour above the limit, but nothing that should cause a policeman to pull him over and issue him a ticket. The police car was driving well under the limit. So he kept going at his speed and soon had passed the police car.

Suddenly he saw red lights flashing in the mirror, so he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He was surprised to be pulled over. He pulled out his driver’s license to have at the ready.

The cop was at the side of the car, looking at him through his Ray Bans. What he saw was another punk dressed in tattered jeans and t-shirt. “Driver’s license.” Harry gave it to him, and the cop started inspecting it.

“Wait here.” The cop walked back to his car, taking Harry’s license with him. The cop was everything that Harry didn’t like, tight shirt and tie, arrogant look on his face and in his voice as he spoke to Harry. It took a few minutes before the cop was back.

“Do you know what the speed limit is here?”

“Yes. It’s 45.”

“I clocked you going 57.”

Continue reading The Cop and the Young Punk – Part 01