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Anthony still has Matthew in inescapable bondage
Meanwhile at Dream Boy Bondage, Matthew Connor begs to be released, as his fantasy turns into a nightmare. But instead he is strung up and whipped until his naked body is covered with welts. Check out his tattoos!
“Let me go!” the twink begs, his naked body stretched between the ceiling and the floor. The master, Anthony Martin, mauls his body and fingers his pink asshole. “Please, I hafta go home!” he begs again. “Shut up,” Anthony replies, shoving a ball-gag into his captive’s mouth. He pulls Matthew’s head back by his hair, arching his lean pysique, then flogs him brutally, up and down his body. Young Matthew is learning an important lesson: the only fantasies that matter are those of the man with the whip. And this whip-master fantasizes about one thing: making captives suffer, covering their bodies with welts and fucking their tight assholes. Matthew cries out and gasps in pain, his whole body trembling. He’s not going anywhere.
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Title of this shoot: Matthew Connor – From Fantasy To Nightmare – Chapter 3
More With Jonas – Part 3
By ty dehner
I was exhausted and fell asleep bound to the table. I don’t know how long I slept, but Jonas woke me up with a slap to my relaxed cock.
“Time to wake up and get ready for your next round, gimp.”
He started working on the rope and slowly released each part of my body. Once I was free, he helped me sit up and turn, letting my legs hang off the edge of the table.
“Now we are going to really change things up for you. I am going to remove everything you are wearing, everything. I want you fully exposed for this next round. So, you will not speak even through your mouth will be empty, and you will keep your eyes closed when the hood is removed. I will let you know when you can look at me. If you understand, nod your head two times.”
I do so and am relieved that I am going to get out this rubber suit.
Jonas is in no hurry as he works to remove the duct tape on my head. As it reveals more and more of my skin, I feel the cool air drying the sweat. He then took out the cloth and I was ungagged for the first time in a long while. But I didn’t speak. Keeping my eyes closed, I felt his gloved hand stroke my face and head. At one point I leaned into his hand and placed a gentle kiss on his glove. He patted my cheek. He started working on the suit.
Casper’s Torment
With Caspar sat waiting with a hood on, Silas goes over to start touching him and pinches his nipples before moving his hands, which will soon be chained to the ceiling. With the prisoner’s hands out of the way, Silas is eager to see just how far he can go with the captive, so he starts by whipping his torso and briefly stops to put some nipple clamps on him.
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More With Jonas – Part 2
By ty dehner
A few hours passed as Jonas and I just rested; he always kept his touch on me. At times he would tap my balls through the rubber just to remind me he was around. But he mostly just let me sleep. I was stewing in piss and sweat, but I was able to catch some down time.
Jonas eventually got up, instructing me to stay on the bed. When he returned, he said he was going to feed me. I admit I was extremely hungry and ready to eat. Setting me up on the edge of the bed, a straw was inserted into the grommet hole of the hood and I sucked in. It was a chocolate protein shake that I took down quickly. Between the cold and taste it filled my mouth with flavor. Being so hungry I felt the cool in my stomach. Next I was allowed some water and another protein shake.
After feeding time I was led to a chair with a padded seat, and restraints were locked that kept me secured in the seat.
“Rest up, more fun comes later, gimp.” With that Jonas tapped me on the side of my head and left me alone to stew further in my silent world.
Pictures: CREUSS gets arrested then placed in a straightjacket
How did this man end in this position?
We have no pix of him before, when he had been arrested. When guards lead him to the regimental prison, they managed to get him dressed in orange. Later they tried to get him ready for some interrogations, and get restrained.
For reasons no one had been able to explain yes, inmate did get insane. He fought back his captors, and they had no option but put him down and straightjacket him. First option as to send him for psycho tests, but when he understood what was happening, he did get unpredictable. They had to fix a sort of muzzle made of a metal grills protector, to prevent him from biting. He was getting insane and was grunting as a damn.
Eventually they had to cut his sight too and hooded him with the capture hood. Tighten to the neck breathing get harder. He eventually calmed down a little, and they managed to handle him a bit easier and took him away.
The straightjacket is a genuine Polish Army one, brand new, bought on a famous auction website.
Metal would like to thank CREUSS for these pictures of himself! You can read stories by CREUSS by clicking here
Extreme chain down
More With Jonas – Part 1
By ty dehner
“Your fucking life is over, gimp. You’ll never see the outside world again,” Jonas said. He had an evil grin on his face as he enjoyed telling me that I was going to be his captive forever.
I was trapped, speechless because of the inflated gag. My head was encased in heavy leather with a heavy padded hood and muzzle over that. The rubber dry suit that he had put me in a few days ago was filled with my sweat and piss. My ass was sore with the plug that he sat me on a day ago. After he informed me of my new state as his gimp, I struggled against the restraints and box that he had locked me in. I tried screaming into the gag, but there was no use to the effort. As I struggled it caused a sharp pain in my ass, and I stopped my struggle.
***
I woke from my slumber realizing that I was still in the state Jonas had left me in after our time at the bar. My neck was stiff from being held up and not able to move for the hours that I’ve been locked in the box. I laughed at myself for the wild dream that I was having where I was going to be Jonas’s gimp boy. He never even had talked like that. But no doubt some of the piss I drank earlier was laced with beer, so my mind was in a different state.