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Art

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By Steellock

Matt rang his agent again. This was a hard month. The guy had only found him one brief appearance at a club opening, and the rent was coming due. More than that, his gym membership was too.

‘Well we had one offer come through but you always said that you did not want any weird stuff just posing and such,’ said the guy.

‘How weird?’ Matt asked. ‘Weird sex? That’s not for me.’

‘Well just weird I guess. It’s from one of the galleries, they have a new art exhibition and one of the exhibits is a guy in bondage. They need a whole group of guys to be the models in turn, and you fit the shape they want.’

Matt thought about it briefly but – hell – if there were several of them there then they should be able to look after themselves surely? And anyway it was a well-known gallery, never heard of them showing this kind of thing before.

‘OK when do I go?’ he said.

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One Year – Part 19

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By Taurus

Part 19 – “Blessings”

It was day 253 in the night. James had just finished his dinner and was eager to start his handler session, having earned back all his privileges of seeing Russell naked and being allowed to worship his handler.

He had made a request a few nights ago to add on to his “outfit”: a locking dog collar and leash, rationale being he wanted Russell to be assured that he would never run away with a leash. Unsurprisingly perhaps, this was granted. James now wore a bright red collar with a padlock and chain leash.

And so there he was, naked, caged, collared and leashed – at his most comfortable.

Tonight, Russell sat entirely naked against the wall, with his clothes a foot or two away, and the slave at his feet, leash in hand.

James slowly scaled the mountain that was Russell, and suckled on his nipples. When he got bored with worshipping a particular part of the body, he would move to another area. He would typically move to the armpits and sniff at it, then back to the nipples, then all the way down the abs onto the cock and balls with permission.

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One Year – Part 18

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Part 18 – “Slavery”

It was day 210, and James was due for his seventh monthly checkup. As he woke, Russell was nowhere to be seen, despite sleeping together with him. When he left, James had no idea whatsoever.

It was Sam, the doctor, who opened the cell door and turned on the lights.

As he took his pill and water, per the procession of these checkups, he pondered his handler’s answer to his, admittedly, rather stunning question out of the blue. Miraculously, he had no sooner finished asking his question than dozing off.

As usual, he was laid out on a bed on wheels, gagged and blindfolded, with his limbs cuffed and attached to the railings that surrounded him, and electro nipple clamps – also chained taut to the railings – to ensure his meekness.

After he arrived at the medical bay and had his typical weigh-in, blood pressure check, eyesight test among others, Sam followed up on the panic attack James had the night prior.

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Gay-for-pay performer gets tickle tortured

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At Tickled Hard, gay-for-pay performer Mickey O’Brien jumps up on the tickling table and slips out of his shorts. Franco quickly secures Mickey’s wrists and ankles, and the fun begins. Mickey groans and bursts into fits of laughter as Franco tickles his taint, armpits, ribs and belly. Laughing hysterically, Mickey’s fit, muscular body spasms all over. He loves it! Franco tickles Mickey deep in his bellybutton and blows raspberries on his stomach. With lubed up fingers, he tickles Mickey on his inner thighs both from above and below, then moves down to Mickey’s feet. Mickey struggles to catch his breath as Franco tickles his super-ticklish size 11’s through his socks. The sounds he makes intensify when Franco works on his bare feet, tickling and sucking his soles. Somewhere between pleasure and pain, Mickey laughs, pants and swears as Franco exposes his beautiful feet to various brushes and feathers. Mickey twitches uncontrollably, moaning loudly as Franco tickles the hell out of his feet and armpits. Finally, Mickey reaches a fever pitch, laughing and screeching loudly in a state of tickle madness. Franco releases Mickey’s sore arms from their overhead bonds and lets him relax with a nice blowjob and handjob. He lets Mickey finish himself off, then grabs his cock and tortures him until he’s twitching.

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The Birthday

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By ty dehner

ty dehner bdsm authorTrey and I have been friends for quite a while now. We’ve played a few times, but mostly we’ve developed a great friendship. We were going to the movies today, the first time we’ve hooked up in a couple of weeks. When I arrived at his apartment, he was fiddling on his computer. I made myself comfortable on the sofa as he finished up his stuff. We had plenty of time before the movie started. After he finished, he came and sat in the chair next to the sofa. We talked about what we both had been up too in the last couple of weeks. While we talk online a lot, we still always have something to talk about in person. Trey looked pretty hot in his 14-hole black boots and matching black t-shirt with bold white letters spelling out “Skinhead.” There was a shine to his shaved head reflecting the sun coming through the blinds of his small apartment.

We were talking and laughing like guys do when I found my hand touching his shoulder. It was just a brief touch, but it sure felt good to touch him, again. He must have liked it, because he gently brushed me on the arm. Then it started the touching and slight tickling. He knows my sensitive spots. Our booted feet were playing with each other, hands on the legs, stroking.

Before long, he had my Ben Sherman shirt undone and his hands were tweaking at my tits. He was saying how they should be pierced because that would give him something to work with. I shuttered a little bit, not liking the thought of the needle going through my tits.   I worked my shirt off and felt his hands against my skin. They were warm and rough from the construction work he does. He has shown me, rather intimately, the leather gloves he wears for work, but his hands were still rough. I worked my hands around his body and we took each other in a warm tender hug.

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