Today’s update at Men in Chains is “Mister Peterson”
Also new today:
“Lock Down Full Time – Day 71”
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Monthly Archives: January 2022
Manuel tickles Rocky
At My Friends Feet, Manuel Skye wins a coin toss and gets to tie up and tickle Rocky Vallarta:
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GrowlBoys: Korzak has Tommy collared and on a chain leash
Tommy adjusts to his new body and his new setting. While the collar on his neck might be secure, the most powerful feeling is the connection he has with the handsome, older satyrs that keep him as their ward. “Bestial Gods” begins with Tommy waking to find himself once again at the direction and guidance of the salt-and-pepper satyr, Korzak. The powerful immortal fucks Tommy once more after learning of his appreciation for the way his collar feels around his neck, inspiring his more dominant instincts. It’s after this encounter that Korzak recalls his long history of training young Prometheans. He remembers the world he helped build and the way in which he and his fellow Thebans ruled. This spawns an erotic memory of a similar, submissive young pup.
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Title of this story: Lost Boys, Chapter 5: Bestial Gods
Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 08
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 8: Nothing Is Perfect
At the hotel, a nice lunch in the King George Grill, a long nap, another good meal in the Oak Room, and many occasions to consider, while sloshing the liquids in my glass, what it might be like to live here. And there were a couple of entertaining events.
Cedric, my busboy at dinner, was a slappie I didn’t remember seeing before. His distinctive attire told me why. Instead of the standard brown slappie cap, he wore a white, fez-like piece of headgear imprinted with SERVANT IN TRAINING in large black letters. It was like one of those dunce caps you see in cartoons. Which was appropriate. The guy fumbled and bumbled and finally, rushing to clear my table for the dessert course, fell over his boots in a crash of plates and glasses. Everyone looked up, shocked at the breach of discipline. A waiter strode out of the kitchen, followed by two large slappies. The slappies picked up the dishes; the waiter grabbed Servant in Training by the ear and pulled him out of the room. The guests smiled appreciatively: the King George knew how to handle these things. The slappie would get the lesson it needed. After all, it was 40 years old! Obviously, old enough to know better.
TBT: High-security leg cuffs
I like high-security leg cuffs like these because of the secure keys. Worn over paratrooper boots.
Male bondage porn: Stefano in ‘Blind Muscle’
Bodybuilder Stefano’s torture while standing erect continues. He’s flogged. His torso, cock and inter thighs are beat with the riding crop. Then a special surprise: Electricity!
Anthony Martin loves keeping Stefano blindfolded and standing erect, his arms at his sides chained away from his body, his legs spread and chained, his back aching, forced to remain erect and unbending for hours by the steel collar around his neck. It’s the ideal position for maximum appreciation of his physique. He is gagged and completed naked, a voiceless slab of male muscle. Anthony rubs down every inch of his glorious body with baby oil before flogging him mercilessly on his abs and pecs, stopping only to grope his reddened, warm flesh and his fat, hairless cock and balls. Then Anthony switches to a horse crop – delivering a new, much sharper pain to his torso, inner thighs and cock. In total darkness, Stefano is terrified and confused. Then a live electrode touches his metal collar.
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Title of this episode: STEFANO: Blind Muscle – Chapter 5
Handcuffs
How do you like them handcuffs, prisoner? Good, I hope, because I’m going to the beach. See ya.
Today’s handcuff pictures are from Mr S.
Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 07
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 7: Investing Is Easier Than You Think
The tea and scones were served on a table in the Major’s office, by a young white slappie who did his work deftly and silently. I always hate it when waiters insist on talking with you. Once they know what you want, they should bring it and go away. But this slappie had been well trained.
The Major took some time to discuss the possibility of what he called “a business connection”—the investment idea again—and presented me with a colorful brochure entitled “The Profits of Penology.” I complimented its appearance and said that I would welcome the opportunity to obtain more information. He complemented my discernment and we exchanged cards.
That part was a bore, but on the whole it was a pleasant conversation. The curtains were drawn back, revealing the pretty vines, hung with blossoms, that trailed around the bars outside the window. Rays of sunlight warmed the room, awakening the incandescent blue of the Major’s uniform, turning the slappie’s necklace into a flash of silver and his short blond hair into a cap of gold. It was good to see slappies in short sleeves again. This one had the slightest, most delicate covering of hair on his arms . . . . If this was life on St. Bevons, maybe it was worth an investment.