Check it out! Serious Male Bondage visits a self-bondage practitioner, who has invented systems with electro-magnets and electronic solid-state timers as the locking mechanisms.
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Title of this video: DIY Self Bondage
Big Rob knows what he’s doing! He’s an experienced tickler who knows all the tricks, including when to stop and take a break to heighten the anticipation and torment. Poor Matt can only giggle like crazy and struggle against the restraints while big Rob prowls around and torments him with every tool and trick he has at his disposal. Poor Matt is trembling with all the tickling his devious friend delivers!
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By POW
Unical date: 3752.563.21 (twenty days until scheduled arrival at Kappa Redulans)
Detaching from RS-98 went routinely, and the half-hour journey through normal space to put sufficient distance between his ship and the station before engaging the warp drive was equally uneventful. The course was already laid in, so the moment the sensors reported that he was safely far enough away, all he had to do was say “Go”. The mighty engines powered up with a muted hum and then, with barely a flicker, he was suddenly moving at a velocity that few others had ever experienced. Well, “velocity” was an oversimplification of the situation. His professors back at the university had tried to instill in him an appreciation for the underlying physics of subspace that made warp travel possible, the way that normal space was folded at a quantum level so that a ship using its warp drive wasn’t “really” moving (such pedantry!) but rather re-arranging space around itself, but Sam’s eyes had always glazed over at the discussions of manifold compression, multi-dimensional vector renormalization, and pseudo-velocity. As a pilot, he just liked going really fast.
But the novelty of speed had already worn itself out on the first leg of the journey with Bareem. The two of them had exulted over the pace at which they were traveling… for a few minutes. Then the reality had set in that it was the AI doing virtually all of the flying, and from inside the ship there was no sensation of speed. The engines ran so smoothly that the only indication they were on at all was a pervasive, low-frequency hum from the sheer power they were consuming. It wasn’t like the two men could look out the windows and watch the stars passing by like trees alongside a highway. No, they were little more than cargo in a grey box.
And so it was only minutes after engaging the engines, having assured himself that all systems were functioning normally and that he was on his way with all practical haste to his destination, that Sam found himself at the door to the simspace, heart thumping in his chest, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning eager to rip into the mountain of presents waiting to be opened.
“Pyrellia, show me a menu of porn simulations. Male characters only.”
Continue reading Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 02: The Simspace
Things take a turn for the creepy today at Men In Chains. Today’s main video update is called “Inanimate – Part 5”
Also new today: “Bind in Lock Down Full Time – Day 112”
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Here’s more from the men of Men At Play
Combining a lust for suitsex with a penchant for BDSM, check out “Play” from the men of Men at Play. Dato may be the one tied up, but he’s definitely the man in control. After trading blowjobs, the ropes come off and Dato treats Tyler’s perfect asshole to a righteous slamming. Still dressed in his suit and shoes, Tyler’s slicked-up hole can’t get enough of Dato’s cock.
This one is called “Play” starring Dato Foland and Tyler Berg
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By POW
Author’s note: I’m grateful to Metal for providing the inspiration for this story. It is set in a thinly disguised, probably recognizable fictional universe (hint: it rhymes with “car check”), so if you’d rather call the simspace a “holodeck”, you have my blessing. It’s a long story (11 chapters) and it starts slowly; please be patient!
Unical date: 3752.563.21
[Framing shot: a space station in orbit above a yellow-orange gas giant planet. Cut to interior of station.]
“I know this isn’t the best of circumstances,” Commander Shizaki said, “but there really is no other choice. We must make do with what we have.”
Lieutenant Sam Green tried to keep his face impassive, allowing only concern to show, a slight creasing of the skin between his eyes. “I understand. Bareem needs to return home, of course. But… are you certain there’s no one else who could make the trip with me?” Don’t show even a trace of enthusiasm, not a hint.
The commander shook his head with regret. “No one, I’m afraid. This station’s normal complement is eleven staff, and we’re down two as it is so we were already stretched thin even before this emergency. The need to get Lieutenant Farquhar home for his father’s funeral pushes us to the absolute limit. I’ll be sending Lieutenant Urkenzie out in our one available interstellar-capable ship to take him back to Kerangia and then return. That’s a fourteen-day round trip, and during that time we’ll have to shut down parts of our operations. That will result in angry communications from research teams all over this sector, each one of them in high dudgeon over the absence of data they were expecting us to provide. I anticipate at least one court case to be filed over the fact that our staffing shortage meant missing out on the once-in-ten-thousand-years opportunity to, I don’t know, capture the spectral signature of a snout-nosed pulsar or something equally absurd. The case will of course be dismissed as frivolous but it will still be a tedious bureaucratic hassle.”
He put his hands flat on his desk. “But that is my problem to deal with. Yours, of course, is to get those tribronium plates to Kappa Redulans. Those people are in dire need, and compared with that, the conniption fits of inconvenienced researchers don’t even register.”
“Of course, of course,” Sam agreed. “Main power system destroyed, backup teetering on the brink of collapse, which means no air recycling and no climate control after it fails. And so far away!”
Continue reading Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 01: Pyrellia’s Wing
