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Muscled hunk Robert Axel gets four-handed bondage massage
Meanwhile at Men On Edge, muscled hunk Robert Axel decides it’s time to take a trip down to the massage parlor.
The two masseurs oil up his muscles and begin working on every inch of his body. In the midst of Robert’s relaxation, he finds himself tied down to the massage table as the two pervs begin teasing his cock. Robert’s screams for help are muffled with their handgags while tit suckers are placed on the stud’s nipples.
They edge Robert’s hard cock with the dual hitachi’s before tying him up in the center of the room. Robert balances on one leg with a ball gag in his mouth as the masseurs continue to edge his hard cock. The bound hunk is then made to swallow a dildo while another is shoved up his meaty ass. Finally Robert is pushed over the edge as he blows his cum right onto his stomach and is finished off with some post-orgasmic torment.
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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 11
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 11: Welcome to Our Service Team
It’s humiliating to say this, but I’ll do it, because “humiliation” is something I was learning to like: I was enjoying my life in prison. I was glad I’d told 8363 my story about being the prisoner of my former boyfriend and sub. It was sort of like bragging. He took it that way, and enjoyed it: “That is so humiliating! You are definitely being humbled!” I liked having things to say that were interesting to him, and that always was. When we were forming up to be marched someplace, or when we were listening to one of those lectures we had to attend, he’d whisper to me, “This is your punishment for not respecting the Colonel.” Always gave me a hardon. Maybe that was just more of the brainwashing! But it helped me learn more about prison, and being a prisoner.
If you’re a normie, everything about your life has to be taken seriously. Every decision demonstrates whether you deserve respect or not. You blew a business deal, you didn’t demand more salary, you didn’t join the right club, you didn’t vote for the right party, you didn’t go to the best resort, you didn’t get a totally hot boyfriend . . . you are in trouble.
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Kyle has endured so much already, and the marks from the flogging are showing on his naked body. The prisoner can try to flee, but Master Tye has the place locked down, he’s not going anywhere until the sadistic jock has had his fun. Strung up and swinging, the captive faces even more pain from the strings of the flogger while Master Tye uses him.
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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 10
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 10: So Good for You to See Me
It was an interesting conversation—so interesting that now it was even harder for me to sleep in my bunk at night. A few months before, I would have dismissed his prison shit right away–nothing but weirdness. Now I was confused. Why was he telling me this stuff? Was it to make me love him, or warn me not to? The sight of Paul in his convict suit, indistinguishable from the other cons—that was me, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that what he meant? And if I loved him, that’s how I’d end up? But that’s how I already had ended up! I flipped up my badge and looked at the picture. That gray little blob might as well be “Paul.”
So now I was playing with my badge when I should have been sewing. And at night, it wasn’t enough to jerk—yeah, I was doing that, what do you think?—but I had to dream, too. One dream I remembered: I was outside the Pen—they’d let me out! I was so happy! At last I was free! I walked off down the street, and I looked back at the walls, which I knew, even in the dream, I was mainly just making up in my head, because I’d only seen them once from the outside, and then I was squinting through the bars of a prison bus.