Emanuel is on his stomach, ass in the air and available for a long spanking with the masked man’s big paddle. He cries out in pain and anger as the man spanks him hard and relentlessly, his long, sexy legs kicking and squirming as he suffers thru the humiliating ordeal. But his predicament gets worse as the man switches to a wooden hairbrush and increases poor Emanuel’s pain and anguish.
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Title of this update: Emanuel – Part 4
At Bad Boy Bondage, Preston Lee just can’t help himself as he ties up and works over his captive, Dean Daniels. Preston pumps him like a well-oiled engine.
Title of this shoot: Whipping Post And More Part 2
Keywords: Twinks, Bondage, Whipping, Gag, Anal Sex, Leather, Outdoors, BDSM
Features: Preston Lee, Dean Daniels
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With Pierre now tied down, and gagged, and his nipples clamped, the fun part is only getting started! Master Aaron starts flogging the captive all over his body, making him moan in pleasure and discomfort, but this is all too amusing for Master Aaron, who asks the prisoner to beg him to stop! Which he does, only to add pegs to the captive’s body, which will later be whipped off. Master Aaron is aware of the discomfort the prisoner is feeling, and decides to give the captive a break, but this time around, the prisoner gets his nipples tormented with the pinwheel!
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Title: Pierre gets wrecked Sc.1 Pt.2 – Master Aaron, Pierre Rubberax
By AlphaMetal
Day 4, Morning – Serious Restraint
Cody woke before the others. He started to sit up in bed but felt the steel cuff bite into his ankle as he pulled his leg back; he had forgotten his foot was shackled to the corner of the cot.
Cody reached down to rub his ankle and saw Pretty Boy lying on his side; his thin sheet had slid partly off leaving his ass exposed. He really has a sweet little ass, Cody thought.
Pretty Boy was one of those natural-born bottoms who love sex and love being used and now it was his function at the camp. He had already begun acting differently since yesterday’s announcement. The scared boy who spent the first few days looking terrified now had a flirty confidence around the other boys. Cody’s impression of the change was confirmed as the boys shaved in the bathroom that morning. Pretty Boy removed all his clothes, not just his scrub top, and stood at the sink naked, bending over just a little more than necessary. It looked like he was inviting the Colonel, Wrestler, or Cody to come up from behind and penetrate him.
But there was no time for that. The boys had only 20 minutes. And the day was about to start and Cody, Wrestler, and the Colonel were thinking about what might happen to them. Pretty Boy had some kind of immunity from suffering but the rest of them didn’t and they wondered what the day would bring. Pretty Boy’s ass looked hot as he stood at the sink but they all had other things on their mind.
Anyway, Cody thought with an inward smirk…. I can always use him later.
Continue reading Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 11
Brock Rustin stews in a filthy cell — gagged, bound and resentful. Christian Wilde arrives, set on reeducating the ungrateful slave. The slave still thirsts for cock, so Christian has the slave gag on his massive dick while he slaps sense back into him with a heavy leather paddle. Attitude improving, Christian suspends the slave’s arms above his head and violently tenderizes the slave’s meaty ass with a cane and flogger.
Whatever will remained in the slave shatters under the pain. The slave dutifully submits to his dom again. In celebration of the rediscovered gratitude, Christian fucks the bound slave and covers his back in hot candle wax before cropping it clean. The slave graciously takes a wad of Christian’s load all over his face. Now back in the good graces of the house, Christian permits the slave to cum — right onto Christian’s foot, which he promptly cleans with his tongue.
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The bar was much busier when Jeff returned, unsurprising for 8:30 on a Saturday night. Jeff found Martin sitting at the same table as before talking with another man sitting across from him. Martin saw him and waved in greeting.
“Would you excuse me for a moment?” he said to the other at his table, who murmured a polite farewell and stood to go. It was at this point that Jeff noticed the third man at the table, who he had not seen before because he was down on all fours at the feet of the man who was rising to depart. Jeff, the son of generations of Brooklynites, was no stranger to other people engaging in odd behavior and had two stock responses in store for whenever he came across it. One was a blistering stream of profanity and the other was a carefully-blank expression and averted eyes. The first was generally reserved for behavior that affected Jeff in some way and so he was preparing to bring up the second response when something caught him off guard: the man on the floor, who was now rising up just like a dog about to follow in the footsteps of its master, was wearing a thick black rubber suit that looked exactly like the one he had seen Bill in yesterday. Jeff’s poker face crumbled and he gaped like a midwestern farm boy on his first trip to Times Square, only realizing he was doing it when Martin chuckled.
