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Title of this video: HEADBOX MUMMIFICATION
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The Tank – Part 03
By Rubrig
Nick slumped as much as he could in the chains holding his arms to the side of the dive tank. Standing wearing the heavy Mark V dive gear was stressful despite the buoyancy of the gear in the water. The heavy brass collar of the helmet pressed on his shoulders. He was still rock hard and had been since the Boss had dove down and chained him to the tank.
The underwater light that dimly illuminated the tank turned up brighter and Nick raised his head inside his helmet and looked through the small ports in the helmet and watched as the Boss swam into view again in heavy scuba gear. He swam over to Nick and unlocked his arms and let the chains drop to the floor of the tank. Nick shifted and moved away from the side of the tank slowly swinging his arms as much as the heavy canvas and rubber suit would allow. The Boss slowly swam beside him and then he swam up and was soon out of sight.
Padded Fist Mitts
Heavy male bondage as depicted by the artist Joe T.
Today’s bondage drawings are by the artist known as Joe T. (Shared here with his permission.)
SFdom puts BondageBiker in rubber and metal bondage
A video at Serious Male Bondage features SFdom and his Aussie visitor BondageBiker. These guys use a rig and have fun with its comfort and 100 percent inescapability.
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Title of this video: AUSSIE BONDAGE
Displayed – Part 04
By Pickle
Note: This is a continuation of a story by Pickle that has not been updated in quite some time. To start at the very beginning, click here.
~ Chapter 16 ~
I’m left hanging there, and as much as the fiendish belt is giving me some added support so that my arms aren’t taking my entire weight, I’m wishing to Hell it wasn’t there. I discover it automatically tightens and loosens along with all its other functions. It squeezes the fuck out of you for several minutes … as if breathing isn’ t tough enough just from hanging there, and then releases for a few minutes, so you think you’re safe from it.
Then it tightens again. The thing not only sends random shocks through your navel to the back of the pole (where there must be some kind of conductive material I didn’t notice) but also the entire belt shocks you where it touches you. I learn the “nose cone” also retracts leaving just a thin rounded rod that both jabs a guy in the navel repeatedly and at various sequences, but also circles around inside his navel as it does so … sometimes nailing him dead centre and other just off-centre, so it works the entire bellybutton. That results in getting me so hard that my cock and balls are constantly getting shocked at full force, along with the shocks to my mid-section and feet.
Nic Slammed on the Brakes
By bdsmsydney
Nic slammed on the brakes. In the dark, nearly midnight, He had nearly missed seeing the biker at the exit to the petrol station. Bikers jacket, but no helmet and no bike.
The biker smiled and thanked Nic for the lift, yes he was going all the way back to Sydney. The biker slumped back and closed his eyes. Nic looked him over, about 30, short but fit, well-fitting quality bikers jacket and black jeans, with a prominent bulge in the crotch and tall Doc Marten boots with red laces. Clean shaven black hair and masculine.
Nic was already getting the stirring of an erection.
The biker had just got himself into a lot of trouble, Nic hoped.
Where was his bike? But the biker was exhausted. Not now, Nic thought.
Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 12
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 12: This Season, Brown Is Trending
They let me loose and I fell back, panting. Automatically, my hands went up to my neck. But it wasn’t my neck anymore; it was a thing wearing a collar. “Yeh mon,” Malcolm said, “you a slappie now.” I twisted, holding my stomach, trying to get my breath. My eyes were level with their waists, and I saw that their shorts were tented.
“OK slappie, straighten up,” Jojo said, kicking a chair in my direction. “Sit on it,” Malcolm said. My balls slumped down on the wooden seat. “Keep still,” Jojo said. “This doan take long.” He plugged a shaver into the wall, and in two minutes he had shaved me bald.
“Get up,” Malcolm ordered. “See that wall? Stan’ there. This is a camera, slap boy. Hol’ still, gonna take you picture. I said hol’ still. An look pretty—this is you audition, dude. I mean it—how you think I get this great job? You keep lookin unhappy, dude, this gonna last all night. OK, that’s better. Now turn left. Turn right. Lemme see you butt.” So now my white naked body and my white bald head were fully recorded. “Through that door,” he told me, pointing.