In this video from Brutal Tops, two bullies are getting pumped and working up a big sweat. But there’s a desperate lurker watching them. They mercilessly tease him, making him lick the stinking moisture from their hairy armpits and arse cracks. They order the horny fag to lap at their real men’s bodies like a fucking mutt!
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By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 20: Stallion A, Meet Stallion B
The slap in front of me was what I’d call an old guy. Forty years old, maybe–but he looked older and younger at the same time. His face was sort of weathered and there were scars on it, like his tools had hit him a few times—not too bad though. Actually good, if you know what I mean. But what I mean about young . . . . He wasn’t one of those slaps that always manages to get issued issued a suit of browns that are a little too small for its Giant Bulging Muscles. His browns were sorta loose and baggy, but you could tell from the way they fell off his pecs and his arms and his thighs that he definitely had things under control in the physical department. So that was interesting! But what was really young about him was just the way he was standing in the stall, leaning one arm on the upper rack, like he was saying, OK, whatever, I’m here, so what?
So what can I say? He was fuckin made for that stall, and that fuckin stall was made for him. Question was, how well was I gonna fit in?
“OK,” he said, “I’ll show you how it goes in here.”
These works by Brick are from his recent series, called “Slave Academy 2022” — and they are shared here with his permission:
Metal would like to say a big THANK YOU to Brick for sharing these erotic male fantasies with everyone by letting the images be shared here!
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By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 19: We Have Lots of Room for Storage
You may be wondering what I thought of that conversation. I was wondering what I thought, myself. I knew I wasn’t, like “hurt” or “humiliated,” which is probably what I was supposed to be. I did know I was happy to get to see the Owner, no matter what he said. After all, he was the Owner. I was wearing his clothes on my back and the name he gave me on my chest. He paid 90 thousand dollars for me! And he gave me exactly the kind of job I wanted. I was gonna be a grunt. I was gonna be doing mindless labor! No problems! No worries! And it was gonna be for the rest of my life! “What I buy, I keep.”
I guess there are two types of people. One type, if they hear somebody talking about them, and it isn’t all perfect and wonderful, they’re unhappy. They’re upset. They try to figure how to forget it or get rid of it or get an apology for it. The other type, they’re interested in what they heard. They feel good that somebody’s actually talking about them.
In a posting on his website, tallglassofoj gives an account of a jail roleplay weekend. Click the image directly below to read all about his experience and to see some pictures:
Fucking hot if you ask me!
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By Zac Loughty
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OUCH!
Crap! It’s as if a boy scout has tied one of his fancy knots in my calf. I knead it with my fingers, trying to get it out.
This is what happens when you spend a night folded up in your cage.
I’m being punished. Sir says I was rude to our server last night. Whatever! I mean, isn’t that what a server’s supposed to do… SERVE? Geesh!
I need to piss! I reach through the bars and grab one of the wide-mouth bottles set within reach for this purpose. I remove the cap, position myself on all fours and drop my caged dick in the hole. What a pain in the ass!
Relief! My warm piss fills the bottle. I screw the cap back on and set the bottle outside my cage.
I wonder if Sir unlocked the padlock yet!
I turn around, reach through the bars, and grab the padlock. Crap! Still locked. I yank on it a few times just to make sure. I push on the cage door, but I know I’m not getting out. I want out!
I lie back down and wrap my scratchy blanket around me. It’s cold in the basement! I’m naked except for my collar and chastity cage. It would be really nice to lie down next to Sir’s body right about now.
