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By Mister-X / Spartan
“Order number 21 is ready.”
“I’ll take it” said Ted.
He picked up the burger and shake and walked out into the dining area, looking for the little metal stand with the number 21 on top. Walking around a bit, he finally saw it.
As he approached the table, Ted said, “Whoa. Reggie. I didn’t recognize you in those clothes. Been to a funeral?”
“Close. I got a summer job at the funeral home.”
Toby has worked hard to build up his new buff manly body. Now it’s put on display at BreederFuckers and used by a pervy man for his own pleasure. He’s strapped to a bench and his tight white pants are ripped off him. He’s spanked and flogged until he submits to begging to suck a man’s cock. He is made to worship the hard dick and facefucked until he gags. His ass is viciously fucked and his sore ass is covered in spunk.
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Hey guys, thanks to everyone who has written in with comments and suggestions on wearing a cock cage through airport security. I know everyone needs to make his own decision about how far to push things, but I wanted to let you guys know that I have thought about this for a while, and I have decided against wearing or sending any guys through airport security while wearing a cock cage. Yeah, I’m sorry to spoil all the fun here, but in my view, if you have to fly, the cock cage should come off. The reasons I have for this are twofold.
The first reason has to do with the question of airport security in and of itself. Let’s think about this for a moment. We have already had the shoe bomber. Then there was the underwear bomber. Who knows what else might be planned. I just don’t think it is a good idea to wear a device locked on your dick through airport security screening. It raises too many red flags, especially for security personnel who are not familiar with what these devices are or who do not “get it” when it comes to kink. The fact is, those TSA agents have enough to worry about, without having to fuss over some guy’s cock cage. Yeah, yeah, I know, you can say these folks have “seen it all” and “nothing is going to shock them” but still, I just don’t think it is a good idea (more on that in a sec). I think airport security is one place where you just don’t want to mess around. You could miss or delay a flight, or you could divert resources from the REAL threat, or whatever.
The second reason I am against wearing a cock cage through airport security, is that I do not believe in subjecting other people to sexual matters that they might not be comfortable with, or might not want to view. In other words, forcing some person to examine your cock cage, because it is part of his or her job, is almost in a way like pushing a non-consensual “scene” on someone. Yeah, it might be exciting for you to face the “humiliation” of being caged but what if the screener does not want to participate in that? After all, it’s one thing to walk around at Dore Alley or the hotel lobby at IML in a leather straitjacket and dog collar, and if a “vanilla” person walks into that space they should know quite well what they are getting into. But I would not wear stuff like that at a shopping mall, or at the movie theater. So, I just don’t think it’s cool to subject “vanilla folk” to stuff that they might not want to see, or that might make them uncomfortable. And that includes wearing a cock cage at the airport.
So, in my view, it’s probably best that if you do have to fly, just take the cock cage off … at least while you go through the security screening.
Check out this mummification scene that took place recently over at Serious Male Bondage:
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Bonus: The guy who was mummified wrote an interesting account of his experience, titled ‘Shutting Off My Brain,’ which is available on the Mummification Please site
He entered the building slowly, opening the door just a few inches at first. A dim diffused light made its way through the high window that was covered with dust from years past. He was sure this was the place, the place he had heard the noise come from only yesterday evening, that muffled scream which stretched out for several seconds then stopped abruptly.
The old barn was the only building across the fields, he must be right.
I met Karl on the internet – he answered one of my ads seeking a bondage top and we exchanged a number of emails talking about what we were both into. He mentioned in his emails that he had just bought a strait jacket – I had never been in a strait jacket before and longed to try it out.