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Buying Love – Part 3

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The collection room, as Rich had called it, was a simple room. Bare walls, almost clinical in feel, with two bars hanging from post in the ceiling. Brett had been stripped out of his clothes, and was now standing idly with a raging boner while Rich went to get the suit that Brett would spend the next couple days in. Rich wasn’t gone long. He returned with his arms full of leather.

“Here we are!” He chortled. “The one pony suit we have is just about your size! All black too. You can be our Black Beauty!”

Brett managed a polite smile, too transfixed by the lush smell of leather and the softness of the suit as it was held up to him. First, his feet went in. The legs were separate, and they were zipped from the knee up. He watched as the velcro flaps were pressed over the zipper seam, making them almost invisible against the sea of black leather. Next the body portion was pulled up. The front was solid, like a straitjacket. And like with a straitjacket, Brett’s arms were pushed into sleeves. Only these sleeves ended at the wrist, leaving his hands free for now. Before the back was zipped up, though Rich knelt in front of him, eyeing his still-throbbing cock.

“Yup, you’re definitely a stallion,” Rich commented as he handled Brett’s cock and churning balls. “Got some heft. They’re going to love you!”

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Video: Twunk torture

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Scroll down for a free video preview from the men of Dream Boy Bondage. In this update, Felix Frost continues to beat Johnny on the soles of his feet, tortures his nipples, and then flips him over and flogs his trembling ass until it is bright red.

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“Are you going to behave after this?” Felix asks Johnny after rolling the pinwheel over the soles of the captive’s feet. “Yes, Sir!” Johnny immediately replies, but Felix not only continues to crop Johnny’s nipples and feet but hits them even harder. Johnny flexes and squirms, every muscle in his lean, athletic body visible and quivering. The captive gasps and screams but takes the pain. Felix then leaves Johnny alone, in pain, for hours. But Johnny’s agony under the lash is not over. He is flipped over onto his stomach and spread-eagled. Felix then returns with a leather flogger and brutally beats the prisoner’s firm, bulbous ass until it is bright red. The ass-whipping just goes on and on.

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The Dream

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“Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up!” the whole room chanted. I was so mesmerized by the sounds of the masculine voices shouting as one, that when the two brutish bouncers grabbed each of my arms I cried out in surprise. They frog-marched me up to the stage and quickly locked restraints on my wrists, which in turn were attached to the arms of a large cross, forcing my arms as far apart as they could go. The lights were bright, but I could make out the crowd of men, dressed in tight jeans or leather, many shirtless or in harness, hooting and whistling while looking at ME. Holy shit.

My two escorts took off my belt and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles sharply. Down came my white briefs, allowing my semi-hard cock to bounce upward. Of course this led to louder, more urgent cheers of “Lock him up!” A third man joined us on stage, and with a wicked, sadistic smile, he applied an ice pack to my erection. It took about a minute, but once my boner subsided he grabbed me by the balls and slipped on the ring of a Holy Trainer chastity device. The crowd collectively crowed as they observed me being locked into the device before their eyes.

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Tricked into a vulnerable position

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Bright young professional Daman comes to the office seeking to advance his career, but instead he gets a lesson in being a first rate slut. He submits to an exercise where he’s restrained and finds himself increasingly desperate to escape as they pervily strip him down and take advantage of his exposed body. He’s furious that he’s been tricked into such a vulnerable position, but there’s nothing the sorry fucker can do about it now. By the time the thick fucker figures it out, it’s too late! Tied and vulnerable, he’s burning with anger!

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Suit Test – Part 2

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The pattern of their lives formed. Most weekends were spent sealed away inside their lunar suits. Frank had gotten used to the breath control play that Charles indulged in when they were suited. It was easy to control and monitor in the suits and the added factor of the heat buildup in the suit when the life support system was turned off added to the intensity of the scene for both men.

Professionally, they were successful and had become the project leads for the company’s bid for the new shuttle space suit. Among the specifications for the suits from NASA was that the suits were not to be custom fitted to a specific astronaut but were to be designed so that a suit could be adjusted through interchangeable sections to fit any of the astronauts.

Between them and all of their experience in wearing their suits, they came up with a design for the new suits. The design called for a upper torso section that was made of Kevlar reinforced fibre glass to form a hard shell. This would be the basis for the outer section of the suit and the hard shell would also allow for the mounting of the back pack life support unit. The lower section would be the lower torso, legs and boots and the two pieces would seal together at the waist of the suit. The arms of the suit would attach to seals on the upper torso but were designed to be made in various lengths so they could be changed as required to fit various astronauts. The legs were also adjustable for length.

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