In a video at Serious Male Bondage, AZNBoundJock is a rubber patient who needs the Iron Lung’s pressure therapy! He is assisted by SFDom, Sir Malice, HotHardHat, and Mark.
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Title: AZ IN THE IRON LUNG
Double rigid irons
Combination of ankle and wrist irons – with arms and legs held fast, the prisoner will find out just how flexible his body is!
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Kenji is bound and hung
Encho loosens his hemp ropes, preparing them for today’s willing prey. Kenji in fundoshi is nervous to see the coils and knots of hemp curled on the floor below, but excited to be bound and hung for the first time. The rope and its knots little by little limit his hunky body’s ability to move freely. Encho’s rope work works down from Kenji’s arms, around his lean belly then to his legs. One leg hangs in the air and his face shows signs of anguish. The other gets tied up and hung in the air as well. The only thing balancing his body is the hemp ropes suspending his entire body completely off the ground. Encho pulls tighter around Kenji’s neck to control his breathing, enjoying the signs of exquisite agony in Kenji’s face. he finally lowers Kenji’s body, now covered in sweat and rope marks. Freed from fear and suffering, Kenji feels an enjoyable rush of adrenaline coursing through his body.
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Title: Kinbaku – Dance
My Trip to Paris – Chapter 13
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 13: Stage Struck
“Thanks for the gossip,” 8363 said. “You know how it turns me on.”
“Anything to serve,” I said.
“You definitely like serving the Colonel.”
If you can shrug when you’re wrapped up in a bunk with the guy you’re shrugging at, I shrugged.
“Too bad,” he said, “that he’s just running a test.”
“Yeah. To see if I’ve been tamed. He said he could tame me, and he was right. He’s got his answer.”
“Actually, he’s testing himself.”
“Sure, sure.”
“You can’t fuck something that doesn’t get you hard.”
“So?”
“So you think he likes being turned on by the tool he’s made out of you? I like it, but that’s because I’m a tool myself.”
“I’m glad you’re screwed onto me.”
We played for a while. He had an amazing tongue—great in my mouth, great on my toes, great when it slithered across my bald head. Then he told me, “He’s testing himself to see if he wants to be like you. If he wants to be tamed . . . punished . . . shackled . . . worked . . . .”
“Who cares? Just keep doing what you’re doing . . . .”
Ball-busting bondage
Jordan is displayed on his back, arms over head, legs spread, totally naked, a hunk of perfect man flesh, back arched, stomach sucked in, muscles trembling, lash marks on his chest and abs. Jared nooses the jock’s balls with a nylon rope, painfully stretching his scrotum and making him even more vulnerable. Jared beats the defenseless hunk’s balls, stomach, and nipples with a riding crop as he thrashes about in agony. Then it’s time to get him hard.
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Title: Jordan: Payoff for Pain – Chapter 3
Heavy receives a box of rubber and bondage gear from the Welcoming Committee
This is a new video series from RubberZone in which muscular, tattooed bondage enthusiast Heavy gets a mystery package delivered to his new apartment:
This multi-part rubber and bondage video features Heavy, PDXMilker, and UnworthySlutBoy
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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 12
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 12: Employment Benefits
I think I mentioned that Mr. Patrick didn’t spend as much time at his job as the Colonel spent at his. Nothing close. In the afternoon he was usually to be found lying on the nine-foot couch, watching videos or having an early cocktail. 9555, the pretty young airhead, fetched him his drinks, and while that was happening I wasn’t given any chores in that part of the quarters.
But one day it was me that he summoned, and when I’d set his drink on the end table—or more precisely, on the little marble coaster that needed to be placed precisely at arm’s reach on the end table—he told me to “wait at the wall,” which meant standing at attention in my usual arms-behind-my-back posture. Half an hour passed before he finished with whatever he was doing on his phone. I was happy, just looking at the walls that enclosed me and the comfortable furniture that I was permitted to clean but never to sit on. Then his voice said, “Here.” His glass was on the coaster, with his phone beside it. “Suck me,” he said.
He opened his slacks and dropped them over his knees. He was being careful; he didn’t want to get a stain. I dropped in front of him, automatically loosening the collar of my uniform for the job ahead of me. “Stay in uniform,” he ordered. “And watch the teeth.”
