Fixed firmly in place at BreederFuckers with his arms and legs bound to the walls, Paolo must stand helplessly as Dave snuggles up to him for a good snog. All that intimacy causes the dumb builder to grow an unwanted hard on. All Adrian has to do is tug his tight white pants to the side and out flops his big eager cock and full ball sack.
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By Hothardhat
Hothardhat’s rubber and bondage life, and its development over the years, is a bit of a saga. Like so many rubberist life stories, this one began in early childhood. It is an oft-told tale, usually revolving around yearning to pull on a pair of dad’s knee-high Wellies or some such activity. Well, this narrative is not much different. Dad always purchased his rubber boots at the local Army-Navy store. There are not too many of those around any more. Dad would sometimes go into one of these emporiums of all things delightful to a five year old budding rubber fetishist (hothardhat not yet understanding these impulses).
Dad typically marched in there to get stuff for hunting and fishing. No matter Dad’s objective, son Darren (Hothardhat’s real-life moniker) would insist on going along, just to breathe in all the wonderful smells found there. Yes, those places exuded the most delicious aromas of rubber and leather. There before Darren would be 16 inch high olive drab pacs (as they were called), thigh length hip boots and even chest waders, the ultimate. Yes, those were, indeed, wonderful stores.
There were times little Darren would sneak into his father’s closet and poke his stick-like legs into the big rubber pacs. And then try to shuffle around the room with these oversize boots almost falling off his feet. He had no clue as to why he was doing this. It just was fun, and he was inexorably drawn to these items.
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When visiting the men of Men in Chains and Serious Male Bondage recently on my trip to Iowa, I finally got to meet Louis — who has websites here and here. Louis and I have been in touch via email for ages, and it was great to meet him! He put me in various forms of restraint, including secured with humane restraints to a cot while wearing boxing gloves:
And he also locked me in this box:
Louis shared these and many more pictures to his Tumblr page
This is the same guy who invented a self-bondage system shown HERE
At Tickled Hard, Franco ties and tapes happy-go-lucky straight guy David to an elevated tickling incline and immediately starts in on him. The tickling is like electricity shooting through David’s body, making him shake and taking his breath away. Franco spends a lot of time tickling David’s sensitive nipples and armpits with his fingers, tongue, whiskers and even a vibrating beard trimmer. He cinches up David’s underwear, then pulls out his big, uncut cock and strokes it at the same time he tickles David’s socked feet. Franco switches back and forth from cock to feet, completely confusing David’s senses. He finishes with an assault on what is clearly David’s most ticklish spot…his armpits!
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By Bikermike
To call Matt a thief or a burglar would be putting it a bit too extreme: really he was an opportunist collector, a scavenger; particularly where the items that he collected were by and large, those that belonged to someone else.
He was also a bit of a loner. At twenty, he really didn’t have very many friends, preferring his own company. He spent time either in his bedroom with his computer or else, when the weather wasn’t raining, out exploring alleyways or paths, seeing what items caught his eye, things that he would like to possess himself.
One decent summer’s day, when the weather was hot and humid Matt decided to explore an area of Norfolk that was accessable by pushbike some ten miles distant from his home. He set off, rucksack on his back, until he came across a lonely looking wooded area that seemed to be criss-crossed by footpaths. Taking a path he followed it until the path ran adjacent to what appeared to be old tumbledown brick barns. Dismounting his bike he climbed over the low, rusty barbed wire fence, intent on exploring the buildings. he pushed open a rotten barn door that squealed on its hinges and entered. Inside he found an assortment of old abandoned farm implements, a rusty plough, an obviously seized-up tractor and several battered and rusting metal drums.
