
Today’s artwork is by the artist Brick. This is used with the artist’s permission.

Today’s artwork is by the artist Brick. This is used with the artist’s permission.
By Unknown
It all started off as a thought composed from a thousand images and hundreds of conversations. A distillation of so many vibrations that all lead to the cock!
Tonight I’m going to install the hood that took years to make. A second to design, one thought that lead me on the pursuit of perfection.
Riding down an escalator to the subway, the thought came and I saw the hood all at once. My cock responded by growing hard in my jeans…….I knew it was the one. Necessary like so many other devious items, like so many pairs of boots. But so individually hot that it could be no other.
By pwnedpuppy
“Fuck,” Pete grumbled as he slammed down the phone. I could tell something was awry – his boots thumping as he came back downstairs to the playroom where I was locked up in the dog cage.
“Well, this is fucking great,” said Pete as he looked down on me. “Some prick went and injured himself doing renos on his place last night,” he explained, “and now they’re calling me in to cover his shift.”
Sunday night is bondage night, right here in New York Fuckin City

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