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One, Police Plaza, NYC

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By Bearded Mike

This is a true account of a chance meeting I had a few years back in NYC.

I was on a business trip to New York, and on a morning when I had no commitments I’d been down to Battery Park and was travelling back uptown by bus. It was around lunchtime and the bus was already crowded – people were standing but I was OK and had one of those side-facing seats toward the front of the bus.

I found myself staring at the back-side of a guy who was strap-hanging the same as all the other standing passengers but there was something different about this guy – showing through a back pocket of his jeans I could clearly see the outline of a pair of handcuffs!

My heart was racing, the adrenaline pumping. Was this guy a cop? But he wasn’t in uniform. Was he a collector of cuffs like myself? Or was there some other reason why he was carrying cuffs? I had no way of knowing.

But suddenly I did have a possible way of knowing. Unexpectedly the bus lurched and the standing passengers were jolted to such an extent that “my” guy stepped backward – right onto my foot. He half turned, looked down at me and muttered an apology. I assured him that I was perfectly OK and he went back to his strap-hanging – and I went back to staring at his cuffs. I was fantasising about trying to strike up some sort of conversation with the guy; a perfect opportunity had presented itself when he stepped on my foot, but I’d bottled out and hadn’t had the guts to get into conversation

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Tied up in the Control Room

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Tony Orion learns one of the hardest lessons in the Control Room: restraint. The greedy stud lies on his stomach in a full latex straight jacket begging for cock. Adam Ramzi steps up, whips out his perfect prick, and shoves it down Orion’s throat. At first Orion seems satisfied, but before long he’s crying out for more dick. That’s when well-hung Tony Defendi answers the call. The aggressive top literally pummels Orion’s face with his massive tree trunk-like cock. Even though he’s gagging on the giant meat Tony begs for more so Adam slides his big cock right up alongside Defendi’s dick. Even with a mouthful of two thick cocks Orion begs for more, so Defendi and Ramzi pull out and leave him with none. To further torment his captive, Defendi spits on Orion and turns his full attention to Ramzi. He eats the stud’s ass, sucks his cock, then rams his 10-incher deep in his hole. The fucking continues until Ramzi shoots his load followed by Defendi who pulls out and blows a massive spray of thick white cum all over Ramzi’s chiseled abs.

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Tony Meets the Stinky Feet Mafia

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After stealing some money from the Stinky Feet Mafia, Tony knows what his punishment will be. Boss Derek Atlas and his henchman Johnny Hazzard have very smelly feet and socks. They aren’t afraid to punish Tony by making him smell their smelly socks and stinky feet. Tony may not survive this!

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Male BDSM porn: Tormented in tight metal bondage

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Connor Patricks suffers before receiving a mouthful of cum from Adam Herst

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Connor Patricks has been locked away for days in Adam Herst’s workshop, stripped of his clothes and dignity. Adam rouses Connor from sleep in a cramped cage and face fucks the prisoner through the bars. Harder thrusts answer Connor’s pleas for release. Adam binds Connor upright, blindfolding the captive with arms outstretched to hold heavy weights. Connor’s tormentor warns him against dropping the load as he licks Connor’s torso and legs with a riding crop. Adam raises the stakes with a clothespin zipper on both sides of Connor’s body, tying the line to the weights. He puts Connor’s nerves to the limit with the threat of a cattle prod and finally sticks his plaything.

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Gravity wins. The falling weights tear the clothespins from Connor’s body. Legs dangling overhead, Adam next traps Connor under piping, contorting the boy into an inverted spread eagle. Adam delivers a caning and foot torment before a rough fucking. He continues the fucking into the night, splitting Connor’s legs wide apart with belts on a platorform. Connor has the cum worked from his balls as Adam rams his giant cock deep into the captive’s hole. By now, Connor’s spirit has totally broken, and he accepts Adam’s cum with a willing mouthful.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 06

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By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Afternoon – Pretty Boy is Prepared

The Commander, Alpha, and the slaveboy stood over the cot where Pretty Boy lay shackled and the Commander said to the slave, “Get him ready.”

“Yes, Sir,” replied the slave, and the Commander and Alpha began to walk away.

When the men were gone Pretty Boy looked up the the slave and whispered quietly, “help me.”

The slave looked into the boy’s eyes and walked away.

A minute later the slave returned holding a set of four restraints made of rubber and attached one to Pretty Boy’s left wrist. As the slave began attaching the next restraint to Pretty Boy’s other wrist the boy said to the slave, “Help me. Please.” The slave looked deep into Pretty Boy’s eyes, paused, and quietly said to him, “All you need to do here to be treated well is obey. I learned that lesson. And so will you.” The slave attached the rubber ankle restraints to Pretty Boy’s feet and went to tell Alpha that it had been done.

Alpha returned and released Pretty Boy’s wrists from the metal shackles and handcuffed them together while his legs were still shackled to the cot. Then Alpha opened the cuffs on his ankles and gestured with his head that Pretty Boy should stand up. Pretty Boy stood up and Alpha put his massive hand on the back of his neck. Alpha was not holding his neck gently, the way he had when he guided him to the chair for his buzz cut; at that point Pretty Boy still had a choice between Alpha’s carrot and his stick but he gave that up when he defied the Commander’s order to strip for his flogging. Alpha grabbed him roughly by the neck and shoved him out of the dormitory and into the shower room.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 05

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By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Late Morning – Recovery and Fear

Pretty Boy lay naked and shackled to the cot in four-point restraints and wondered what would happen to him next. He couldn’t stop remembering the flash of fire in the Commander’s eyes when he hesitated to strip and the Commander’s speech about how hesitation would lead to punishment, and as he lay on his back chained to the cot he was afraid.

The slave told the three other boys they could relax and he suggested that the badly flogged Colonel could sit on his cot. The slave gently pulled off the Colonel’s top, being careful to hold the fabric away from his red welted skin, and told the Colonel sweetly, “I will be right back.”

The slave returned in a moment with a tube of aloe vera gel and told the Colonel to lay on his stomach and relax. The slave kneeled at the side of the cot and began carefully spreading the cooling gel on the Colonel’s red back with sweet, tender motions. The Colonel let out his first real sound in a while; a moan of relief and gratitude.

After a while the Colonel tilted his head toward the pretty young slave; his small chain collar looked good against the smoothness of his thin neck and his deep blue eyes radiated kindness. The Colonel stared deeply in the slave’s eyes and the slave returned the look. The Colonel looked at the blush of red on the young boy’s cheeks and at the slave’s soft red lips; under any other circumstances the Colonel would have taken that sweet face in his fatherly hands and kiss the boy’s mouth deeply.

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