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Josef gets tied up and prepared to take a dick up his ass

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Sporty straight Josef if fuming that he’s tied in such a humiliating and vulnerable position! Stripped down to nothing but his skimpy sweaty jock strap, his arse is pointed up in the air. He’s bent over just enough so you can see a tempting glimpse of the rim of his arsehole as if he were a teasing whore. When Adrian comes to mock and grope him, Josef’s struggle to get away only results in him wiggling his big round rump! If he’s going to be trained to be a proper world class prostitute he needs to be compliant and loose. Adrian slides his fingers into Josef’s arse to prepare that fuckhole for bigger dick.

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Prod – Part 02: Black Knight’s Further Adventures

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By Bikermike

I received a message on Recon from my buddy Malcolm from Bourne, Lincolnshire. He described the fun he had had with a young guy a week or so before. The guy’s Recon profile name was “Black Knight” or something similar, he was thirty three years old and had a slim, gym fit body. Apparently, he couldn’t get enough of playing the “sub” or “slave” role, and could take all sorts of punishment. I immediately felt envious and more or less told Malcolm so by return message.

A day or so later he messaged saying that the lad had wanted as much BDSM experience as possible and that he was almost insatiable; the rougher and harsher play the better. Malcolm went on to say that he had suggested to the guy that he contact me, maybe to arrange a meeting. His actual name was James, he lived in Norfolk, and rode a Honda Fireblade. That would be handy for him: I live not far from Kings Lynn, at the opposite side of the Fens from Malcolm at Bourne, so not so far for him to travel.

Just before the weekend I received a Recon message from James, aka. “Black Knight Blade”. It’s easier to relate the exchange of messages verbatim:

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24 hours at the Hammer

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By boyinacage

Chris stood in a dim lit corner of the back bar. It was leather night at the Hammer, the local fetish bar. Every few years, when passing through this city, he had dropped in. His score rate here was average, but even if he didn’t find a hookup he enjoyed the atmosphere.

At the moment he had his eye on a pair of boots. He had a passion for a man in boots. These were laced all the way up to the man’s knees. They were black and were shined to a high polish. Chris let his eyes slowly work their way from the top of the boots to the man’s package. Tight red rubber emphasised two well-developed thighs, which in turn helped to define a tight pair of arse cheeks.

Sweeping his eyes up further, the body was defined by a two-toned rubber military shirt. The shirt was obviously designed to enhance a broad set of shoulders and two well developed pecs. Above the shoulders was the lightly bearded face of a man in his mid forties. Gently he let his eyes travel back down to the boots. He could almost taste them as he pictured himself worshiping them. If he had a weakness, it was a great pair of boots, particularly when they were a natural extension of the wearer.

Chris cursed the 20mg of Cialis he had taken before coming out. Even though he didn’t need it at all, he enjoyed the sensation of the slightest provocation sending him rock hard instantly. Now, however, with a mind of its own, it was trying to force its way out from the rubber codpiece of his jockstrap in no uncertain manner. The fact that his rubber cock ring would not release the blood from his engorged cock was not helping the situation.

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Fucking the Locker Room Thief

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By SockgaggedJason

male bondage stories simulated rapeSynopsis/Description: A young nerd is caught sniffing underwear in the locker room by two hot college wrestlers who tie him up, fuck him and turn him into their new slave. Bondage, rape and smell fetish explored. Bondage positions: hogtied, tied up regular, spread eagle . Location: locker room, gym, equipment room, weight room

 

Characters:

Owen Jensen – nerdish college student volunteers time to take care of uniforms and clean up after athletes

Johnny McDowell – captain of the wrestling team

Todd Lopez – co-captain and best friend

Young wrestlers practiced inside the gym on faded foam rubber mats. On a concrete wall written in big bright powder blue letters with red trim was “KALAZOO COLLEGE WILDCATS.” It was a hot box in that small athletic room and they’re soaked in sweat. Some of the young men were wearing their drenched t-shirts but most were shirtless. This was a homoerotic scene – fit, energetic young masculine males in the prime of their life grabbing at each other’s perspiring bodies.

Meanwhile as the team practiced, a slender young college student headed into their locker room pushing a large sized canvas laundry cart on rollers. It was Owen Jensen, 19, the sports equipment manager for the various teams. He was a nerdish cute sophomore with thick, flowing long and wavy golden blonde hair and green eyes.

The locker room was dimly lit and musty with the heavy stench of male body odor hovering. It was part of an old building so it’s somewhat rundown but the lockers were freshly painted powder blue, bright red mesh wire partitions line the space, and the wooden benches anchored to the cement floor are polished to a high sheen.

He started to go locker to locker and collected dirty wrestling singlets and used towels, throwing them into the laundry bin he totes. He came across a particular locker though and stopped to admire the various clothing including a pair of red Fruit of the Loom underwear and a singlet hanging up. He grabbed the underwear and copped a sniff, enjoying the pungent aroma. He rubbed himself for a moment and stuffed the underwear into his back pocket. Then he took the sheer lycra singlet into his hands and pressed the crotch of the uniform against his nose. The odor of sweaty, smelly man scent was strong and he got excited.

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