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Code Yellow Containment

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The photos above document initial experiments with a rigid fiberglass case and a dual-hose gas mask. In this configuration, one of the hoses is used to supply inhale air to the captive in the case, and the other is for exhausting the exhale air. Both hoses are connected to a dual-chamber bubbler bottle via copper fittings mounted into the side of the case. As a result, the inhale and exhale air must pass through its own chamber of liquid creating resistance to the flow so the captive must exert more effort to maintain normal inhale and exhale volumes. As the air passes through the liquid it also creates a unique sound, which allows us to monitor the depth and rate of the captive’s breathing. As Rank demonstrates, the fiberglass case and its associated apparatus provide him with a novel and efficient means of transporting and storage of unruly captives. A video of this scene is available on SeriousMaleBondage.com titled ‘Code Yellow – Containment’ which highlights Rank’s effort to contain the spread of vanilla sexual preferences around the planet by his contaminated prisoner in the yellow suit.

NOTE – this information is for entertainment purposes only. This type of confinement play and breath control is extremely dangerous and possibly fatal. Do so at your own risk.

 

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Title: CODE YELLOW – CONTAINMENT

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The Jacket – Part 6

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By Rubrpig

The relationship between Sir and I began to fall into a pattern which seemed to please Sir. He had access to me whenever he wanted and he knew that I was consistent in obeying all of my standing orders. My body was more muscular and harder since He had me change my gym to a gym that was primarily for bodybuilding. A workout buddy of his was a trainer and Sir arranged for me to be trained by him. Sir had set goals for my development and he wanted me very well defined and well muscled. He was careful to tell his buddy that I was not to be worked out to the point of being a bodybuilder. So Sir was pleased with my development. I had always found it easy to build muscle mass from my days training for the college football team I had starred on.

My personal image had also changed. As Sir had ordered me to grow a beard, I had stopped shaving and my beard had come in thick and dark like my hair. Sir finally told me to make an appointment to get my beard trimmed and shaped. I had to admit it was getting scruffy looking so I asked around and found a local barber that specializes in beards and men’s haircuts. I had always gone to a traditional barber shop as I had never felt comfortable in a hair salon, even one for men. Sir had told me to report to the store once I had finished at the barbers so he could ensure that he was happy with the results. I also asked for permission to have my hair clipped into a military high and tight and Sir smiled and agreed.

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An athlete gets tied up

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Straight athlete Alex used to feel proud putting on his football uniform, but now he’s deeply ashamed of it as they have fetishized him and strung him up so he looks like a real sporty slut! Look at those big powerful bare thighs waving in the air. His bum and bulge are also temptingly highlighted in his sheer white shorts, which show the lines of his jockstrap and the dark crevice of his arse! Adrian makes quick work destroying those shorts to fully expose and get access to his tight warm fuckhole.

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The Jacket – Part 5

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By Rubrpig

It was Friday night and both of us were tired from the work week and workouts so Sir decided to have a relaxing night. After I got home from the gym and prepped for Sir, I waited for him in my apartment as I did not receive a text from him which meant He was coming to my place. I had waited by the door on my knees naked and wearing my heavy leather collar as required. Sir had walked in and looked at me and pointed to his dusty boots and I quickly laid on the floor and licked and sucked them clean. Lately Sir had me cleaning the lugged soles of his Wesco’s as well.

After I finished his boots, he told me to get dressed in my police leathers. I had earned them on Dore Alley weekend by being a display at Mr. S Leathers. I nodded and got to my feet and headed to the bedroom. I put on my leather jock then pulled on the tight leather breeches. I put on the snug leather shirt and snapped it closed and tucked it into my breeches. I fastened the heavy waist belt and clipped the cross strap to it. I put on heavy boot socks and pulled on and buckled my new Wesco’s. I walked back out and Sir was sitting on the couch. He nodded and stood up and I grabbed my wallet and keys and we headed out. Sir told me we were going for dinner with a friend of his and then back to his buddy’s place after.

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The Jacket – Part 4

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The week had passed quickly. After Sir told me that I was to be punished for keeping him waiting a week ago, I had been terrified that I had given him a reason to get rid of me. However, that night, he put me on the fuck bench and used a wooden paddle on my ass till it was dark red and welted. He knew I wasn’t really into pain so using pain as punishment would be effective in keeping me under control.

Walking through the streets on the Saturday of Dore Alley was exciting as there were already lots of leather men, boys, and pups roaming around enjoying the warm beautiful day. The actual fair was the next day but it was still exciting. The store had thrown a big party in the store last night where Sir worked and I was there as his boy, leashed and jacketed as he worked the crowds. I had on boots and my leather jock so my ass was bare and shown under the jacket so as we moved through the store, my ass got grabbed, pinched and stroked. Sir just smiled and told me to deal with it. I nodded and remained quiet letting my ass get abused.

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