When he visited Chaos Men, Ares made it very clear that he liked to be dominated and used. Bondage was his thing, so an Edge video was right up his back alley! Noah turns out to be quite the bossy guy too. He himself has always been very passive, and you will see that he now clearly loves being the one in charge!
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By Joshua Ryan
No one wants to read a complete account of my daily life. I’ll hit a few of the high points on the tour.
Food: Early morning, noon, late afternoon — you go to the Chow Hall, which is that huge concrete thing on the Yard that looks like a feature of some winter Olympics. You sit on a steel stool attached to a long steel table, squeezed into your seat together with miles of other men with numbers on their backs. The food is substantial: mes compliments au chef. It’s also cheap, greasy, and ugly. First time I went to the chow hall, Finn showed me how to line up and get my grub. I sat with him at a table and he told the other convicts, “Here’s my new bunkie, Ven.” “Ven” for “Steven.” All right, I was Ven.
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In this shoot, Noah remains roped spread-eagled against a cold, concrete wall, a steel ball and chain roped to the base of his cock and balls, keeping his cock engorged and purple. Rope man J.J. loves watching this prisoner squirm in pain, so he attaches some nasty clothespins to the his nips, then flogs the pins along with the captive’s cock and balls. What a sexy slave — so vulnerable, so well roped — tortured and displayed to perfection.
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By slavebladeboi
I swayed a bit in my chains. It was dark, as Boss had turned off the lights when he left and I was somewhat out of it at that point. I was, however, slowly realising that I was standing on my feet as well, and not just my toes. I hadn’t noticed Boss releasing the ratchet a couple of inches, which he must have done whilst rubbing life back into my shoulders.
The plug was still pumped up hard inside me, and the slight swaying gave me that horny gut sensation when it touched my prostate. Some comfort then. The wrist restraints were a decent pair, and my hands were never in danger of getting numb, I could probably stay in that position for hours and simply just get tired arms. But it never came to that. He’d regroup and come back fighting!
And suddenly there he was. Can’t have been more than ten or so minutes when the door flew open and he slammed it behind him. Always a sign that he’d got his energy back. Great. Wish I had. He undid my gag and held up a bottle of water.
