The torture continues for Gabriel

Meanwhile at Dream Boy Bondage, Gabriel Cruz awakens after hours hanging from his wrists, bent over a small bench, his back arched painfully, his dick in another man’s mouth.

The torture continues for Gabriel

To have smooth skin and firm muscles, to catch others staring when you take off your shirt – most people dream of being so young and beautiful. But, sometimes, such beauty has a cost – a very steep cost. Gabriel Cruz is paying that cost, stretched-up on his tiptoes, totally naked, steel cuffs digging into his wrists. “Please…” he begs the muscular, young leather-man who is torturing him. Garret Stone, wearing nothing but a leather thong and harness, says nothing; he lets his whip do the talking. He slices the prisoner’s back a dozen times, then sprays him with alcohol. The pain is amazing – terrible for Gabriel, beautiful for Garret. “See you in the morning,” Garret says, leaving the captive hanging in agony. Hours later, Gabriel wakes, bent over a small, padded bench backward, his abs sucked in hard, Garret sucking his cock. This is now his life.

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Title of this episode: Gabriel Cruz – Taken for Torture – Chapter 3

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Training

By Bikermike

At 28 years old Jack was dissatisfied with his body despite spending as much time in the local gym as he could spare. True, he was 6 feet 3 inches tall with a 39-inch chest and 29-inch waist, but he was not getting anywhere as much sex as he wanted. For some reason, his Recon profile got hardly any response. But one morning as he was reading the very few messages that Recon had forwarded to him, a “ping” announced that someone had cruised him. He had a look and read the guy’s profile. It read:

Strict physical training offered. Limits pushed. Encouragement given where appropriate.

Send respectful message.

The photographs were of a very gym-fit man, shirtless, his chest and arms replete with tattoos, wearing tight fitting shorts that accentuated his genital bulge. He looked as though he had last shaved his face and scalp a fortnight previously. His profile stated that he was 40-something years old. Other photographs were of a gym with free weights, chin bars and benches; they also showed heavy steel manacles and instruments of punishment, including whips, canes and paddles. The guy lived some 30 miles distant. That made a change: most of the men that interested Jack seemed to live on the other side of the country or even abroad. Intrigued, he sent him a message.

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The Purchase – Part 06

By slavebladeboi

Daz slowly winched the captive up by his wrists, closely wrapped in the leather restraints that shone black under the one downlighter that was positioned directly above the ceiling fixture. He stretched him just enough to tighten the muscles in his abdomen but not enough to be uncomfortably in stress.

His sweaty body shone as the single light source now on in the cellar picked out every curve of his muscles. Daz slowly dribbled a massage oil down each upstretched arm starting at the wrist. I watched it trickle down his arms, pool slightly around his neck then carry on over his chest, him wincing every time my hands touched the chain connected to the tit clamps, and with both hands together I rubbed it around his body until it glistened, wet with the fine sheen of polished naked skin.

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