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Tied up for the fuck machine

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Tied up for the fuck machine

Master Kane has been preparing for his new session with Galiel for a while. He’s been gathering all the toys and tools for a good long play session. The captive is already rock hard, his dick damp with precum, while Master Kane gets him into position on the metal rack, balls hanging and arse out. In moments he’s slurping that smooth young pucker, fingering his hole and stuffing in a massive dildo! The big black toy and the fucking machine do their job to stretch out that butt enough for Master Kane to pound it with his own bareback dom meat in an awesome fucking.

Tied up for the fuck machine

 

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Brian Bonds gets trapped in a shipping crate

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Deep in the catacombs at Bound Gods, Brian Bonds is trapped in a shipping crate with only his head and cock exposed. Leo Forte needs no other equipment to administer his punishment. He covers Brian’s mouth and stretches his balls to the limit. Leo pulls him out of the crate and continues to test Brian with a hard chest punching. Suspended upside down, they 69 and Leo works his nipples. Next Leo throws him down and choke fucks him, tightening up his ass until Leo blows his load all over Brian’s face. He cleans the captive off by dousing his exhausted naked body with the hose. The stud suffers some more as Leo pulls the wet rag tight against his face, making him gasp for air. Leo makes Brian cum and leaves him in the damp and barren basement.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 15

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 15: Congratulations. You Are Here Forever

“Just do what I told you,” 8363 said.  “Do what I did.  It worked for me.  They’ll never throw me out of here.”

That’s what I was thinking about while Officer Yan marched me across the Parade Ground to the Examination Rooms, which were part of the Classroom Building.  It was February; snow was falling; I’d been in prison for almost a year.  I was having my one-year Custodial Review, which would be conducted by an officer in one of the Rooms.  I repeated to myself the answers that 8363 had given me.  Then I repeated them again, until I was sure I’d got them right.  They worked for him; they’d work for me.  There was no difference between us.

My assigned officer was Lieutenant Connors.  In the corridor, I waited in line, cuffed and shackled, behind the five other criminals waiting to see him.  One by one they went in and came out.  A couple were crying.  The rest appeared stoic.  Or indifferent, fated.  But in a situation like that, restraints need to be applied to everyone.  Officers can never predict when a criminal may do something unfortunate.  Then I heard “G023104411!”, and I entered the office.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 14

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 14: Sewing Your Own Prison

We entered the Pen through the gate.  No more front door and lobby for me.  I was promptly escorted to the Colonel’s residence and locked in the cage in the servants hall.  6839, 1057, and 9555 were buzzing around, preparing for Mr. Patrick’s afternoon snack and casting sidelong glances at me, afraid to ask what had happened.  Afraid, or indifferent.  More glances were cast as 9555 stepped into the role of conveying the snack, and a very long time elapsed until he returned.  I was in the cage, looking out through the bars like an owl in the zoo.

Then, while 1057 heated the stove for the couple’s first course at dinner, the Colonel himself strode in, ordering everyone out of the servants’ area.  They scuttled away, 1057 casting anguished eyes at his stove—puzzled, like all of them, where he was supposed to go.  My prediction was the servants’ john.

“You did a good job today, convict,” the Colonel said, walking up to the cage.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It was a privilege never given to any other convict.”

“Yes sir.  I am grateful for my privileges, sir.”

He was pacing restlessly, but always keeping my face in view.  Every time he passed the cage, I could see his dick growing harder behind his pants.  At first I wasn’t sure.  Then I was.

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