Check out this picture of BondguyLA, who is locked in a heavy metal collar and wrist manacles, all secured with padlocks! And of course he’s in chastity as well — perfect for lockdown!
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The chastity device he’s locked in is by Steelwerks Extreme
By lthr_jock
Brian Watling exhaled sharply as he completed his last bench press and put the weights bar back in place. He sat up, grabbing his bottle of water and his towel as he sat for a moment before standing up and stretching his aching muscles. As he did, he looked at himself in the mirror – for a 53 year old man, he was doing pretty well. At 6ft tall, he still retained a good deal of the muscle mass from his youth. Regular workouts had ensured that he didn’t put on the paunch that so many of his colleagues had developed and a couple of minor operations had ensured that he retained a good head of hair. Most people assumed he was in his late 30’s – until they considered that he had been the chairman of Watling Inc for over 20 years.
Brian headed for the showers but before he could get there, the intercom chimed. “Sorry to disturb you Mr Watling but your son is here to see.” Muttering a curse, he wondered what that useless parasite wanted now. His only son had been a constant disappointment to him, more interested in lazing around than hard work. As a result, Brian had kicked his son out three years ago and now lived alone in the sprawling mansion. “Tell him to wait in the drawing room. No, wait, send him through. Let’s get this over with.”
He took a long swig from his water bottle and sat down on the weights bench waiting for Geoff to arrive. The door to the gym swung open after a few minutes and Geoff walked in – both shorter and less muscular than his father, he reminded Brian of his long-deceased mother. As usual, he was wearing what Brian though of as chav couture – shiny black Adidas tracksuit and baseball cap and undoubtedly ruinously expensive trainers. Brian sighed. “Geoff. What do you want?”
Kyle King is a wild pup who needs to be tamed. Training Master Bruno Knight locks King in a cage and taunts him by smacking him in the face with his fat uncut cock. King wags his dog tail butt-plug and begs for a taste until Knight shoves his hard dick through the bars and fucks King’s mouth. Knight leads King out of the cage on a chain and gets to work stretching out the yelping stud’s hole. He steps up and shoves his thick tool deep in King’s perfect ass. Knight fucks him doggy-style then flips him over on his back so he can pull out King’s cock and jack him off. Both hunks blow their loads all over King’s furry chiseled abs.
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Boy Blake and Lukas Tyler take turns wearing a metal posture collar, as depicted at Serious Male Bondage:
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Title of this shoot: ODDS AND ENDS/GALLERY 1133
The metal collar is from Carrara
By GratDelay
While I was trying to cool off mentally, Adin went to the kitchen and came back with the water bottle refilled. He tipped it up for me and I guzzle a bunch. I had been sweating like crazy. I looked over and saw that my sofa cushions would be going to the cleaners soon. It was a small price to pay for the experience I was having. I wanted to talk with Adin about the drug experience itself, but first I had to pee. I told Adin this, hoping he might let me out of the straitjacket, but he just said, “Down the hall to the left,” so I squared my shoulders and embarked on a rite of passage of sorts.
The chastity belt actually helped with this, directing the stream downward. Unfortunately, I couldn’t wipe any remainder dribbling from the drainage holes. I did a little twerk over the toilet, hoping to shake most of it off, then went back to the living room.
Adin was sifting through my other toys. “Looking for something for you to wear?” I asked.
“As if.”
He picked up a pecker-gag.
“No, Adin, I want to talk to you.”
He paced towards me, gag raised. I backed up a step, “Just wait, please. I love that gag, but can we talk some more first?”
By Damian and slavebladeboi
I raised my head off the pillow and looked at him, still sleeping, about 6 inches from me. I suppose the movement, plus the sun which was now flooding the room, woke him as he slowly opened his eyes and grinned. Tanned face, perfect teeth, slight stubble yet, I thought, I ought to be cross.
“We need to talk.”
“Nooooo…” he ducked under the duvet and grabbed my cock giggling away like an idiot. I threw off the cover and pushed him over onto his back, straddled him and sat on his stomach, squashing his cock under my arse. Grabbing both his wrists, now that he’d given me a complete boner, I lowered my face to meet his and whispered
“You took a fucking risk.”
“But it was worth it, wasn’t it?”
Now I felt like a parent not knowing whether to scold his offspring for doing something daring and dangerous or praising him for achieving it.
“I could have lost you, you know that don’t you.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t did you. And as we’re supposed to be locked down how else was I supposed to get here. It’s been almost three weeks.”
I looked into his blue grey twinkly eyes, lowered my face to meet his and kissed him deeply. Then I came to my senses again, sat up and looked him straight in the face.
By Atlanta Stud
Nick got up off the floor and sat down on the sofa so he could enjoy his beer, figuring he’d be locked up in the leg shackles for another half hour. Not that he was complaining. His interest in cuffs and shackles was definitely increasing and Dan apparently had even more in his collection, which he wanted to see. That half hour went by quickly for both men. Dan enjoyed seeing Nick in the Clejusos. Nick was feeling a bit awkward being in leg shackles even though it wasn’t his first time. But he liked how they felt locked around his ankles.
“OK boy, you’ve served your thirty minute sentence, time to release you back to the public.”
Dan chuckled as he proceeded to remove the Clejusos. He spent a few more minutes inspecting them before setting them back down on the wooden coffee table so they’d clearly be in Nick’s view at all times. Dan wanted them in Nick’s view. He wanted to observe if Nick might pick them up and check them out again. He headed off to the kitchen and returned with another round of beers.
“No hard feelings I hope, stud.”
“Nah, you won fair and square. Guess I should have known better than to take you on. Just couldn’t resist the challenge I suppose.”
“Well, guess you know better now, stud.”
