Pictures and video: Gabriel is kidnapped and tortured

College stud Gabriel is face-down on the rack. Anthony whips the super-sensitive soles of his feet, then stretches and whips him some more, over and over.

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Gabriel is in a state of emotional shock, whimpering. Anthony finds such sobbing both contemptuous and a turn-on – a sign of weakness but also success, proof that he has crushed his prisoner’s spirit. He mocks Gabriel, demanding that he say “please” when begging to go home, then makes him feel the throbbing hard-on under his leather thong. Gabriel is face-down on the rack, completely naked. Anthony strokes and squeezes every inch of the helpless captive’s body, then smacks his feet with a crop – a series of sharp blows that make Gabriel squeal in pain. He had no idea the soles of his feet were so sensitive. Every few minutes Anthony stretches the bondage stud a little more and then goes back to torturing his feet. He’s being tortured for no other reason then he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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Title of this shoot: Gabriel Cruz – Taken for Torture – Chapter 7

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Pictures from a heavy gear fetishist

Check out these pictures from hothardhat, who is a gear fanatic:

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I had the pleasure of meeting hothardhat in person recently, when we both visited Bind of Men In Chains and Mark of Serious Male Bondage. Hothardhat is into heavy, full-rubber encasement, neoprene wetsuits, drysuits, encapsulating hazmat and commercial dive gear, among many other kinks.

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Pest Control – Part 2

By bndwolf80

gay bondage stories MetalbondNYCMatt had said it, and he was right: I was fucked.

I was tied up, tighly packed in neoprene, a plug pulsing inside me, and my cock straining and leaking in its cage. Trapped in the back of his van while he went about his day. My head covered in his sweaty gym  gear.  And yet, had there been no hood (or muzzle) you would have seen a contented smile on my face. His scent on his gear was intoxicating. I was trapped, but secure. Safe. And at constant maximum horniness.

Things were never boring, though. As the afternoon went on, Matt would switch up the program running the plug. He seemed to prefer strong pulses or cascades while he was driving, and low, gentle waves while he was at a house working. I always froze when I heard him open the rear of the van to get his gear or pack it back away, sometimes while chatting with his client. I was terrified of them finding me and getting Matt in trouble. (Don’t worry about me, I’m VERY happy where I am, thank you very much. Just don’t take away this beef stud of a man that I met only a few hours ago and who now had total control over me!)

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