The great thing about art like this is that a prisoner can be tortured WAY more and WAY harder than in real life.
This artwork is by Sparkie Shock, and it shared here with his permission. If you like, you can support him — and see MUCH more like this, at his Patreon page, available here. He also does animated videos!
Also look for Sparkie at Just For Fans and OnlyFans, where he has even more hardcore content!
By Mister-X/Spartan
I was checking out some profiles on internet sites I frequented when I noticed the article. There was an upcoming event in my city, and this time there was a call for subs to be selected and paired up with doms. I was a sub, and considered myself to be attractive to other guys. I thought about whether I wanted to participate in such an arrangement. I didn’t respond, but the seed was planted. I thought about it the rest of the day, which I spent at work.
That night, I had made my decision, and responded that I’d like to participate. I received a form to fill out. There were several requirements, including proof that I was HIV negative and providing a copy of some form of identification that showed my picture and proof of age. I provided the necessary information. A response came that I would be one of the participants, and gave information about where I was to report. The event was still a couple of months away, and I waited. Soon it had slipped my mind as the normal activity of life took over, but I had made a note on my calendar.
When the date finally arrived, I was ready. I showed up early just in case there would be problems with traffic. Even as early as I was, there were others who had also arrived. We got to talking, and I found that I compared favorably with the others. Some were anxious, while others were pretty blasé about the event, having experienced similar in the past. In my case, it was my first, which I told others, and got some advice from them.
By bound2tie
Mark York was a good-looking guy on a budget-airline flight from Britain to Hamburg. He was one of only two passengers to be wearing a suit and tie, and the check-in operator had put the other suit in the adjoining seat.
The other guy commented on their being the only two formally dressed, and asked what York’s business was in Hamburg. York laughed and said he wouldn’t believe him if he told him. In fact York didn’t need to be dressed like that. But he was a homosexual with shirt’n’tie, bondage and other fetishes, and was on his way to stay a few days with a Hamburg guy, Reinhardt Schmidt, who shared his kinks.
York had never met Schmidt, but had photos of him, in formal clothes and/or bondage. York couldn‘t spot Schmidt’s cute face when he emerged from Arrivals at Hamburg, but was surprised to see two goodlooking uniformed men waiting with a notice showing the name Mark York. They were both wearing dark sweaters with epaulets, and v-necks showing white shirts and neat, formal ties, one with a clip-on tie and the other a real tie in a great looking wide Windsor knot, a perfectly symmetrical knot wider than it was long.
See much more of Bind at his website, Men In Chains
He’s also featured quite a bit over at Serious Male Bondage
With Casper now on the torture bench, Titus gets his whip out to start whipping the captive’s ass, stroking it harder every time. With his ass now warmed up, it’s now time for the big toys — in this case a thick blue dildo, which goes in rather easily with the minimum amount of lube possible! As if this wasn’t enough, Titus now gets a bigger ribbed dildo to start wrecking his hole even further. But if this ass fucking toy-fest wasn’t enough, now Titus gets out the fuck-machine, which wrecks his hole till he eventually cums! Keep your eye out for a humiliating finale.
See more at My Dirtiest Fantasy
By Eckie
With all the dozing away and sleeping short periods only it was hard to determine any time we spent there, but at some point I started hearing more noises, more than just the noises you have in the woods from nature … some people might be awake by now – but still no one took any notice of us two sitting here all night.
It must have been another hour or so before finally someone came to us and started undoing out restraining. Piece by piece was removed so that after short time we were finally able to move again quite freely (as free as it is possible inside those layers I still was in) – still being that long tied in that position made us stiff and the body aching. We were helped up on our feet, struggling to find a firm stand though, but we were supported when lead towards the house and after some time I felt quite alright again – exhausted as all the other time of this weekend, but fine and – yet again horny, which caused my encased dick to hurt even more as it did already.
I was lead somewhere around that house, and reaching a table or bench was laid on it bent forward, arms tied to the far end corners, legs spread again and tied to the legs of the bench, some more straps securing my upper body tight before I heard my masters voice again – the first time one spoke to me since we were left there yesterday evening/night.
Here are more pictures from Max Cita/Dr. Mad Max:
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By lthr_jock
I have trouble getting to sleep. The pad on the floor of the cage isn’t thick enough to stop me feeling the bars on the floor of the cage. I can’t fully stretch out and the two layers of rubber are making me sweat and I’m lying in a pool of it. Every move is accompanied by a squeak of rubber and a puff of air that is laden with sweat. The hood is making my freshly shaved head sweat too, and it feels weird against my hairless skin. Worse, I need to piss and there is no way with the mitts on that I can get my cock out of the two layers of rubber. I try to hold it, but in the end I have to surrender and I feel the hot flow of piss inside my rubber suit. Now the sweat is joined by what feels like a lake of piss. Feeling dirty and humiliated, I eventually fall asleep.
I wake up and for a moment I don’t remember where I am. I try to sit up and bang my head on the roof of the cage. As I reach up to rub it, I see the rubber mitts and I recall what’s going on. There is enough light coming through the blinds to show me the room. I have no idea what the time is and wonder how long until Bob lets me out. I try to sleep again, but I’m really uncomfortable. My balls and cock are aching and are still visible down my leg.
I tentatively touch my cock with my mitted hands and almost immediately it springs back to full size. I can feel the tension around my balls and know that I’m close to cumming and in danger of losing another 24 hours. I try to distract myself my wriggling around to examine the front door of the cage. Each movement reminds me of the mixture of fluids slowly rising inside the rubber suit and I hope that Bob’s plan includes a shower in the near future.
