Suspended in a meat locker

Here’s another vintage set of pictures from the men of Bound Gods — one of the KinkMen channels. This video is called The Bloody Ransom:

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Synopsis: When Shane Frost begs Tyler Saint for his freedom, he insists that his parents will pay a lot of money for him. Tyler gets angry. It’s not about the money because he has a passion for meat, not just any meat but fresh meat. Tyler tenderizes the prisoner’s muscular body with the flogger and licks his big fat cock. This sends Tyler into a deep high for more abuse. He strings Shane upside down in the slaughterhouse like a side of beef and pries Shane’s lips open with his huge cock. He adds weighted clamps to Shane’s nipples for further enjoyment. After more abuse with the bamboo cane, Tyler fucks the bound captive and cums all over his gagged mouth.

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Human Cattle – Part 08

By Pickle

“Don’t go anywhere Pick, I’ll be right back.”  He unlocked the door and disappeared through it, closing it behind him.  A few minutes later he returned carrying another army rucksack.  This one was of a more normal size.  My buddy carried it around behind my back and I heard him rummaging through it and taking things out.  I tried to twist around to see what he was up to, but of course, couldn’t move my legs far with the 500 pounds on the spreader bar holding them in place, and Steve had gone far enough behind me that I couldn’t twist my upper body and head far enough to see what he was up to.  He sang his little made-up ditty of …

“The waves come in, the waves go out! 

The waves come in, the waves go out!” 

“Kinda almost like a sea shanty, huh soldier?”

The fucker was truly enjoying himself at my expense.  On one hand, I found myself wanting to evict him from my cottage and get him the Hell out of my life, and on the other, strangely kind of liking this side of him.  He had me thoroughly confused.  I realized I was enjoying this intensely macho treatment.  How hard he was testing me.  The punishment he was putting me through.

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Human Cattle – Part 07

By Pickle

Once Steve had massaged my arms and shoulders back to life and given me some water, he said, “Ok, Pick my boy.  Round Two!  Let’s get you all fixed up here dude.”

With that, he started the winch up again and got my wrists above my head. Then he affixed a bi-polar alligator clamp to each of my nipples.  Next came an electro pad for each of my abs. He was careful not to pull my shirt out when he did that. Then two on each bicep.  He smiled and looked at the wire coming out of the fly of my jeans that he had attached what now seemed like eons ago, and said, “I think we’re gonna have to deal with something else here too buddy.”  He reached through my fly and carefully pulled out my junk.  Again being careful not to disturb my shirt.  He clearly wanted those damned shirttails to stay tucked in tight.

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