“To Pee or Not to Pee” is the new video up today (December 11) at Men in Chains:
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“To Pee or Not to Pee” is the new video up today (December 11) at Men in Chains:
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At My Friends Feet, Manuel storms into Ryan’s Auto Repair pissed off that his car has broken down twice since Ryan worked on it. Manuel isn’t taking any more crap from his rough-trade mechanic after being stranded on the highway. He is going to take matters into his own ticking hands and turn that smug grin on Ryan’s face into uncontrollable laughter:
See the VIDEO at My Friends Feet
Scene Title: Ryan Bones
Scene Short Description: Mechanic Ryan Bones Tickled
Josef is stripped down to nothing but his tight white pants with his big meaty bulge on show! The resistant fucker is still full of fight and mouths off. This sporty captive needs to be trained to not only comply but eagerly serve!
Video at BreederFuckers
By Taurus
The torturous regime of flogging, meal, workout, meal, and back into the cage continued another two days.
James begged for mercy, to be let out of the dungeon in order to work out or maybe even breathe some fresh air on the outdoor sand track.
He was heard, but not in the way he might have liked. His pleas fell on a pair of intently listening ears, ears of a person who responded earnestly with myriad lashes.
Well, like the old saying goes, the flogging must go on. (This may be wrong, I advise against quotation.)
The only difference between these two days and the first was the absence of getting cum on himself, something he really did not want to happen again. He may be hot, but the dungeon was hotter, and because he marinated in sweat and drool and cum, he stank.
Smelled real bad.
More cum just means more suffering.
By Pickle
~ Chapter 6 ~
(Day Two)
I wake up barely being able to move. Even getting dressed in jeans and the red and black shirt that Gunnerson told me I had to wear today, “So you’ll be more noticeable when we “scarecrow” ya tomorrow, Bo”, was all I could do.
I grab a fast coffee and a banana before picking up my gym bag, and heading out the door to the driveway. By my phone it’s 5:55, but Moore, with one of the other guys I met when I was leaving the “Farm” yesterday afternoon, was already there. I had learned he was Sergeant Sutherland by checking out the various sections of “The Country Boy Punishment Club” website last evening. I had been able to view not only my own punishments from the day, but also a lot of shit the other “Recruits” were being put through, ranging from a number of different tortures, but also being put through rigorous PT, and running several different obstacle courses set up to be even tougher than any of the Tough Mudder courses I’d seen. They were all covered in muck by the time they made it to the end of the courses, IF they made it all the way through these sadistically designed obstacle courses, at all.
Meanwhile at Hot House, Skyy Knox and Johnny V make out passionately until Skyy takes control and throws Johnny in a sling with a blindfold on. Johnny hoists his legs in the straps with the help from Skyy, giving him easy access to Johnny’s awaiting hole. Finger, tongue, finger, tongue is the tease for this unknowing bottom. After a rigorous rimjob, Skyy instantly shoves his thick tool deep inside Johnny. Moans and screams echo from Johnny as Skyy’s thrusts get faster and harder. Skyy wants more, so he rips Johnny from the sling and ball gags him before bending him over and slamming Johnny’s lossened fuck hole. Unable to see or speak, Johnny jacks and shoots thick ropes of hard-earned cum. Skyy empties his balls all over Johnny’s face and chest and licks it off. Eventually, Johnny’s blindfold and gag are removed and the two share a sweaty, cummy kiss.
See the video here
Site: Hot House
Title: Blindfolded
The artist Jeryn likes to depict mature guys getting restrained and tortured. Many of the images are playful, while some others are hardcore. The artist has granted permission for these works to be shared here:
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Thanks to Jeryn for sharing the images above, which are used with permission
By Taurus
The number of days since James had last seen civilization, and treated like a member of it, just crossed into the triple digits.
100.
100 consecutive days locked in chastity without any clothes and almost always toiling for one thing or another.
Arnold, as ever, entered James’ cell in the morning, the occupant of which faced the other way from the cell door, owing to its symmetrical design whose task was to disorient. He spun himself around by instinct and knelt on his mattress, back straight, legs crossed, looking straight ahead and arms squared behind his back.
The many days where the same old stuff happens has allowed the slave and his handler to go through the day without much talking, if any at all. No need for commands if tasks could be done out of habit. The first day of perfect silence was day 25, and many more have been achieved since then.
Then again, when one spends most of their time gagged or muzzled with the threat of severe pain looming over them if they do try and say a word, one tends to keep a little quiet.
Not that you would have any choice.