Here are more pictures from the vault, of a roped cowboy!
Fucking sexy as hell, this guy is.
Here are more pictures from the vault, of a roped cowboy!
Fucking sexy as hell, this guy is.
By lthr_jock
Paul woke up abruptly in his bed, confused and worried by the intense dream he’d had the night before. His head buzzing, he went and ran his shower colder than normal and as he stood under it he ran through his dream.
It started in his house, with someone spraying something in his face. As he fell to his knees, he looked up to see a bulky guy dressed in black combats leaning forward and locking a thick leather collar around Paul’s neck. Paul tried to speak but seemed to be unable to. The man was joined by three others, and together they manhandled Paul out the door. He tried to struggle, but his limbs didn’t seem to be working. Outside, the men bundled him into the back of a van. Paul found himself helplessly sprawled on the floor of the van as it pulled away.
He couldn’t tell how long the van journey was – in his dream he seemed to fade in and out. Each time he woke up, something had changed. Firstly, his shorts had been removed. Then they were replaced with a skimpy black leather jockstrap. White rugby socks had been rolled onto his feet, followed by highly glossed DM boots, which were tightly laced in place. The men then sat him upright, adding a sizable metal padlock to the front of his collar. They then twisted his hands up behind him and secured them to cuffs, which dangled from the back of his collar. Finally, a rubber gag shaped like a small cock was slid into his mouth and secured behind his head.
Today’s Head Trips picture is from the vault of Bound Gods.
If you would like to look this one up, it’s called ‘Tober Gang Bang: Part Two.’
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Dan aka ta2guy shows off his ink, as well as some steel restraints from Dungeon Delights.
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By lthr_jock
As the third week progressed, Paul grew more used to his new clothes. In fact, he found himself wearing them virtually all the time at home. He liked the way they made him look, the tight glossy leather like a second skin. He spent time each day admiring himself in the mirror, enjoying the way the sleek leather accentuated his skin. Putting his suit on to get to work became more of a chore as the week progressed.
His sessions at the gym were paying off. He still had that eagerness and exuberance, but now Paul was convinced that his waistline was sharper and thinner. His chest felt heavier too, with solid slabs of muscle forming under his nipples. His biceps and triceps stretched every shirt he owned and his thickened neck meant that he had to leave the top button undone.
By lthr_jock
Paul woke up groggy and stumbled into the bathroom. As his head spun he reflected that he was getting far too old to spend all night out drinking – he just couldn’t bounce back in the morning anymore. Blearily he stared at his unshaven reflection as he pissed in the vague direction of the toilet. Red rimmed eyes and an unshaven face stared back at him, looking more like his father every day. His greying hair had receded giving him a high forehead and as he looked down his belly stuck out over the rim off his shorts. Yes he was quite a catch – 43 and feeling every day of it.
His miserable ruminations were cut short by the unmistakable feel as he peed over his left foot. Groaning, he hopped around the bathroom, grabbing a towel to dry himself off before flushing and emerging into his bedroom.