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These muscular parole officers are ready to fuck

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Hands up. Against the wall. Spread ’em. When parole officers have to check in with ex-cons desperate to stay out of the slammer, the action quickly escalates with loaded guns. Watch as TitanMen exclusives Eddy Ceetee, Lorenzo Flexx and Jesse Jackman bust more than just the bad guys. Caught with drugs, former convict Bennett Anthony will do anything to escape prison — quickly offering his holes for parole officer Anthony London’s pleasure. Officers Bruce Beckham and Eddy Ceetee use some free time to practice their frisking technique — the two soon getting a taste of what each other is packing. A broken monitoring device puts Lorenzo Flexx into a panic, but parole office Jesse Jackman offers a way out — shoving the desperate bad boy to his knees before getting him on all fours.

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Thierry Mugler in leather

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I think the brilliant fashion designer Thierry Mugler, who died yesterday, was at home at gay leather bars. Here’s a great picture of him that I stole from the internet:

Thierry Mugler in leather

 

Among many other accomplishments, Mugler designed the dresses worn by internationally renowned fashion models for George Michael’s video for his song “Too Funky.” These dresses were part of a recent exhibit at the art museum in Montreal.

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The Tank – Part 03

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By Rubrig

Nick slumped as much as he could in the chains holding his arms to the side of the dive tank.  Standing wearing the heavy Mark V dive gear was stressful despite the buoyancy of the gear in the water.  The heavy brass collar of the helmet pressed on his shoulders.  He was still rock hard and had been since the Boss had dove down and chained him to the tank.

The underwater light that dimly illuminated the tank turned up brighter and Nick raised his head inside his helmet and looked through the small ports in the helmet and watched as the Boss swam into view again in heavy scuba gear.  He swam over to Nick and unlocked his arms and let the chains drop to the floor of the tank.  Nick shifted and moved away from the side of the tank slowly swinging his arms as much as the heavy canvas and rubber suit would allow.  The Boss slowly swam beside him and then he swam up and was soon out of sight.

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Displayed – Part 04

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By Pickle

Note: This is a continuation of a story by Pickle that has not been updated in quite some time. To start at the very beginning, click here.

~ Chapter 16 ~

I’m left hanging there, and as much as the fiendish belt is giving me some added support so that my arms aren’t taking my entire weight, I’m wishing to Hell it wasn’t there.  I discover it automatically tightens and loosens along with all its other functions.  It squeezes the fuck out of you for several minutes … as if breathing isn’ t tough enough just from hanging there, and then releases for a few minutes, so you think you’re safe from it.

Then it tightens again.  The thing not only sends random shocks through your navel to the back of the pole (where there must be some kind of conductive material I didn’t notice) but also the entire belt shocks you where it touches you.  I learn the “nose cone” also retracts leaving just a thin rounded rod that both jabs a guy in the navel repeatedly and at various sequences, but also circles around inside his navel as it does so … sometimes nailing him dead centre and other just off-centre, so it works the entire bellybutton.  That results in getting me so hard that my cock and balls are constantly getting shocked at full force, along with the shocks to my mid-section and feet.

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Nic Slammed on the Brakes

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By bdsmsydney

Nic slammed on the brakes. In the dark, nearly midnight, He had nearly missed seeing the biker at the exit to the petrol station. Bikers jacket, but no helmet and no bike.

The biker smiled and thanked Nic for the lift, yes he was going all the way back to Sydney. The biker slumped back and closed his eyes. Nic looked him over, about 30, short but fit, well-fitting quality bikers jacket and black jeans, with a prominent bulge in the crotch and tall Doc Marten boots with red laces. Clean shaven black hair and masculine.

Nic was already getting the stirring of an erection.

The biker had just got himself into a lot of trouble, Nic hoped.

Where was his bike? But the biker was exhausted. Not now, Nic thought.

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