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Adam Rippon in a leather harness
One of the surest ways to draw lots of attention to one’s self is to wear something outrageous to the Oscars. Yesterday on the Red Carpet, Adam Rippon delivered!
The openly gay U.S. Olympic bronze medal winning figure skater wore a black leather harness to the Academy Awards! Fucking hot if you ask me! I can’t tell if this means Adam is expressing an interest in leather/BDSM, or perhaps it is more of a fashion statement. I suspect it’s probably more of the latter. In keeping with the spirit of the Oscars, it’s high-fashion — “a Moschino look by from Jeremy Scott,” according to this article on the Vogue magazine website.
Whether Adam is kinky or not, I still think he is fabulous. I grew up watching the Olympics but never, ever saw anyone out and proud — until this year, thanks to him and openly gay U.S. Olympic skier Gus Kenworthy.
Now that Adam has worn leather, I would very much like to see Gus in a leather harness — hopefully one from Mr S!
Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 15
By PredicamentBondage
Exercising livestock is of paramount importance. There’s no point in procuring prime body-stock if it’s allowed to deteriorate during training. It’s essential to promote increased stamina, improved strength, greater wellbeing, better health and, hopefully, enhanced sex-appeal in every slave. Consequently, the slaves are exercised hard, every day.
The treadmill pods provide slaves with adequate cardio exercise, as each occupant spends at least six hours a day walking, jogging and running, trying to catch some sleep between pre-programmed exercise sessions.
Slaves also spend at least four, 3-hour sessions in the gym, every week. Our gym is well appointed with the latest, state-of-the-art equipment that would not be out-of-place in the best high street gymnasium. Glass walled on two sides, the gym provides me with good visibility of the slave’s progress.
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Video: A bound military stud gets electro tortured
Here is a free video clip from Dream Boy Bondage. Timarrie Baker is strapped on his back, electrodes connected to his wrist and his genitals. Every minute or so 3000 volts surge into his body, making his muscles clench and his back arch seductively.
“I’m not a spy,” the poor soldier pleads, but his tormentor, Jared, continues to shock him over and over, then turns up the voltage. Soon Timarrie is so weak he just mutters and moans. Jared, forever the sadist, uncuffs Timarrie’s wrist and tells the prisoner the shocks will stop if he can jerk off. Timarrie tries desperately, doubling the size of his cock, but he is too weak, too drained, his cock too damaged, to cum. Jared recuff’s the prisoner’s wrist and announces he is doubling the voltage again, to full power. The length of the shocks double, too, then triples. By the end of the night, Timarrie is just a twitching mass of muscle.
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Title of this shoot: Timarrie Baker – Young Private – Part 7
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Special investigative report from Surfbot on wearing chastity through airport security
Surfbot sent the report below via email. Surfbot writes:
Dear Metal,
I recently went through O’Hare airport security while locked in my stainless steel chastity device. The metal detector beeped (of course), and I told them I was wearing a chastity device which could not be removed. They manually searched me, and used a detector wand that verified the problem area was my crotch. They wiped their gloves on my clothes there, then wiped the gloves on a small piece of paper, which they put through a machine that detects bomb chemicals; clean.
They futzed around for another 5 minutes and then a supervisor came and told me my device needed to be “cleared.” She talked around the issue but never actually said they needed to see it. After 5 more minutes standing around, two men led me to a small, private room — they carried my stuff, still in plastic tubs from going through the X-ray (I was not allowed to touch it). In the room they told stories to each other for 5 minutes or so, and finally asked me to lower my pants. Three seconds looking was enough, and they told me to get dressed and pack up my stuff.
One of them asked whether I could urinate in it, and I said, “Of course, there’s a small hole in it.” I’m guessing there were two of them to avoid accusations of abuse; they sure were in no hurry. I was surprised they were not more familiar with chastity devices, given the enormous number of people they screen. Total time was about 20 minutes; I had made sure there was a lot more time than that until my flight.
— Surfbot
Thanks, Surfbot, for the report!