Male BDSM: Drake Jaden flogs Dirk Caber

Check out this scene from the men of Daddy’s Bondage Boys, featuring Drake Jaden and Dirk Caber:

The brutal flogging continues, as Drake Jaden works over Dirk Caber in the dungeon. The flogger hits until he is laughing maniacally through the pain.

Title of this video: In Hell Part 5

Models in this shoot: Drake Jaden, Dirk Caber

Keywords: Military, Chains, Flogging/Whipping

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Hidden Detention — Part 01

By Desert Pioneer

Thursday 9PM, driving north on SH-99 Jack is getting tired. Looking for something to occupy his mind on this crazy lonesome drive Jack fantasizes about maybe pulling into a rest stop. Not a too busy rest stop, a few cars and a few trucks, on a not so major highway. The trucks are silent and cool, like they are there for a while. The men’s room has a single bulb light over the door and no traffic in or out of the door. Stuff that a fantasy is made of.

Jack’s black roadster pulls into the middle of the stop with a full view of the men’s room door. He waits and thinks about what he might run into in the restroom. Cutting his thoughts against reality he considers that this is interior northern California; not a liberal in your face queer community, but likely full of red necks who are hot in fantasy but pretty dull, and sometimes dangerous, in reality.

“What a shitty fantasy” he thinks. It comes from his angle of keeping fantasy close to his reality which, in Jack’s mind, pulls it more toward possibility. Unfortunately, the reality that serves as his base, ain’t all that. He’s had a few encounters that introduced fetishes.   Yet google “fetish” and get a list hundreds long. So that’s all Jack; on the low side of fetish experience and a big bucket list containing things (1) that he has done, (2) he has fantasized about, and (3) stuff that he hasn’t even thought of yet. Of course, the big one that all bottom’s have; being used by a man, a stranger, for his calling of that man, regardless of any service to the bottom. Fear of strangers stoked Jack from head to toe.

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Skyler gets tied up for a four-handed tickle

Meanwhile at Tickled Hard, Skyler is secured to the tickling table. Franco spends a few moments psyching him out before digging into his armpits. Self-described “dominant” Skyler squeaks out high-pitched laughter and struggles to push Franco away, but he’s not going anywhere. Franco tickles Skyler’s ribs and blows raspberries on his side, causing him to squeal and swear even more. Moving down to Skyler’s furry legs, Franco sends the captive into a state of tickling ecstasy so intense that he can’t even speak. Franco invites Ace to join him in tickling Sklyer’s torso so they can drive him wild with a four-handed tickle. The tickling only stops when Skyler physically can’t breathe. At that point, Franco shifts his focus to Skyler’s ripe size 10-and-a-half feet, tickling them with his fingers and a variety of bristly and nubby tools while Ace pins Skyler’s legs underneath his body. To round out the session, they douse Skyler in lube and tickle his armpits and the backs of his legs, then finally they let him jack off while he looks into the camera. Before unhooking him entirely, Franco tortures Skyler’s sensitive cock and gets in a few final freestyle tickles.

Skyler is secured to the tickling table

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The Prisoner Fantasy

By Nick Ensign

I should have recognized him for what he was the moment I laid eyes on him. But you know how it is when a man — any man who fits your ‘type’ perfectly — can knock the sense right out of you. I was at Starbucks, catching up on some emails and Facebook messages, when he walked in with a few of his friends. His hair was cut back into a short flattop, maybe the sexiest haircut a man can wear, and his moustache was thick, dark, but not overgrown.

His companions sported short haircuts as well but didn’t catch my eye in the same way. One had upper arms so thick they stretched the hems of his sleeves, but the man I was eying had only a normal physique — that is, strong and hard but not over- or under-sized anywhere.

I should have folded my laptop at that point because I could no longer concentrate on my writing. I tried, but every few seconds my eyes darted furtively back to the flattop-ped man. I could see him generally eying the other patrons as well, and once or twice we locked eyes briefly with me flicking past as soon as I could as if I were only looking casually about the room.

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