Meanwhile at My Friends Feet, Casey Cooper comes home from a long day at work and asks his boyfriend Ricky Larkin to worship his dress socks and tired feet. Ricky agrees, but he adds a twist. He ties Casey’s hands and feet so his tired partner can’t move, and then he goes to town on the dark socks and then Casey’s sexy toes. Ricky can’t help giving Casey some tickles on his sensitive soles so he can watch his boyfriend squirm and laugh in protest.
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By Mister-X/Spartan
I grew up in the big city. My college roommate grew up on a country ranch. Our backgrounds couldn’t have been more different. But we hit it off from the first time I set foot into our dorm room.
I was bringing in my stuff to load into the room, when I saw Darren making knots in some rope. I had been into being bound for the last five years. When I saw the rope I said something like “I hope you’ll use that rope on me, roomie”.
Darren looked over at me and got a big smile on his face. “It sounds like I’m going to enjoy rooming with you!”
I put my stuff down and said “hi, I’m Louis Short. Just call me Louie.”
“Hi, Louie. I’m Darren Hartford. And I love to tie guys up with my rope. You won’t be able to get out of any rope work I do.”
“Great! I love to be tied up. And I don’t want to get out.”
“Can I help you get your things brought in?”
“Sure. I’ve still got a couple more loads. My car is out front.”
After we’d brought everything up and I parked my car, I started putting things away. Darren and I started getting acquainted then, and we found out where we were from and what we were majoring in at school. We checked our classes and found that, while we didn’t share any classes, they were at pretty much the same times, giving us some extra time together. At that thought, we both started getting smiles on our faces as we thought about the possibilities.
By Pup Shaggy
He didn’t know what the hell he was doing here. Seriously. The night had originally been a meet up at a pub. Simple, enjoyable; and it didn’t involve stupidly loud music and obnoxious flashing lights at whatever club happened to be on their minds. A pub was something he could enjoy. But of course, plans changed and out of the blue, instead it was going to be a night at a club. Not just any club either. For some reason, they were heading to a gay club even though none of his friends were gay, just hum. It made no sense. But then from the sounds of it, they were all already drunk when he turned up.
He had a feeling his mates were hinting at something as well, but honestly he felt more like a third wheel than anything. He had been looking forward to this night back when the plan was a few drinks and chatting at a pub; A chance to chill. But now? He wasn’t sure if he was anymore. He wasn’t the club sort of guy. He didn’t dance, not because he couldn’t: anyone can dance when they’ve had enough alcohol. He just didn’t particularly find it fun. Anytime he had danced in the past it was to keep everyone else happy; friends who were throwing him annoyed looks because he wasn’t partaking in the strange ritual others called dancing… because he didn’t want to in the first place.
Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it though, and every time they came over to ask him if he was alright: sure. He lied through his teeth and said yes. But mostly he just wanted to get the hell home.
At Bound Gods, Max Ferro uses newcomer Joseph Banks for all he’s worth! He locks him in a body cage, crops him, flogs him and fucks his ass with his big cock. Joseph is excited while also wanting to escape!
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By SockgaggedJason
Kevin, flanked by his best friend, Matt, stormed into his own beachside apartment with purpose where he found his roommate, Flynn, in the middle of removing his motorcycle gear. Flynn had just returned from a long motorcycle ride in the mountains. He had taken off his helmet, gloves, and one of his boots when they barged in so suddenly. Flynn was still fully suited up in his motorcycle racing leathers, though. Kevin and Matt, without warning, tackled him. They had restraints ready; a collection of clothesline rope and duct tape.
Flynn didn’t put up much resistance since he shrugged it off as innocent horseplay that wouldn’t go far. He laughed but was handedly taken to the floor. They sat on top of him and pulled his hands behind his back. Kevin skillfully tied Flynn’s wrists together quickly with some of the clothesline they brought. Once they were bound, Flynn then knew it was a little more serious.
“Fuckers, this hurts!” Flynn complained.
“So, what?” Kevin laughed. “We’re kidnapping you, bro!”
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