For those who are attending the 20th Folsom Street East today (June 18), be aware that the New York Bondage Club will be holding its regular Sunday night play party afterward, from 6 pm to 1 am!
The guys from the New York Bondage Club say this is the single BEST play party of the year! Not to be missed.
Also check them out NEXT WEEK after NYC Gay Pride, when they will meet from 7 p.m. to 1 a.m. Remember, if it is SUNDAY it is BONDAGE DAY in NYC!
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Today’s Locker Room picture is from the men of Straight Up Guys.
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By Tommy Guns
Because I was so tired from the previous night’s action, it wasn’t long before I drifted off into a restless sleep. I woke up several times with residual pain in my ass, and a desperate need to take a dump and a whiz. I don’t know how long I was out, but it must have been several hours. It was completely dark in the bedroom the first time I awoke. My best guess is that I had been locked in the stocks for about eight hours. I thought, indeed hoped, that Richie would be back soon, but he didn’t come back until just after I saw light creeping through the curtains on the bedroom window. I realized I’d been in the stocks for at least 18 hours.
I had long given up any idea of being able to hold off relieving my bladder, and I just pissed into the cod jock and let it flow wherever gravity would take it. I would have taken a dump if I could, and tried to force the butt plug out at least a little to allow the release of some built up gas and shit. But it was too firmly planted and I was really beginning to experience severe spasms of pain in my gut. To make matters worse, there had been quite a bit of seepage around the butt plug. I could feel and smell the odor of dried shit on both of my inner thighs. There was absolutely nothing erotic about my situation, just the sense of hopelessness, along with a total and inescapable loss of control.
By Tommy Guns
When Richie came back out he was dressed in what looked like a full leather uniform, complete with Sam Browne belt. He was carrying a heavy looking but short leather sap in his right hand. He came over to me and brought the sap down on my left butt cheek with a sharp crack that sent a pain through me like a bolt of lightening. I let out a muffled scream through the gag, and saw him raising the sap again to take another shot.
This brought an involuntary response of me trying to jerk away from it, but this only sent more pain coursing through my ankles, wrists and shoulders. It didn’t matter what I did. There was no escaping the sap, and he whacked me with it again. This was clearly getting a bit out of hand, but there was nothing I could do about it. For the first time in a long time, I felt fear and total helplessness. At the same time I was beginning to become aroused again. I don’t know if my arousal was from the pain or helplessness, or from the sight of this gorgeous man, decked out in skin tight leathers, who had complete control over me.
And he’s gagged too. This catchy tune is the latest from Cazwell. The bed bondage starts at approximately 1:40:
“We have a president that wants to take us off of the census and a vice president that believes shock therapy will cure gayness,” The rapper told towleroad.com. “At the end of last year, I vowed to be as gay as possible with my music and videos.”
Article here.
By Tommy Guns
I think Billy needed to be completely in charge of my life, and wanted to expand my experiences to the maximum. He once told me a story of a prisoner he had abused in the Brig. The guy was awaiting a General Court Martial for desertion, and was being held in maximum security with little or no contact with other prisoners. Billy took advantage of the situation by offering favors and extra privileges in exchange for sexual activity that included bondage, toys and, eventually, a gang rape involving other guards and prisoners.
He described it in such detail, and became so aroused with each telling, that I soon decided that it might be worth experimenting a little more, and expand my horizons.
I asked Billy to introduce one of his friends to our scenes just to see how it would go down, and whether it was something I wanted to get into on a more regular basis. Quite frankly, part of me realized that unless I was willing to get more deeply into bondage and group scenes that I would eventually lose Billy. That was not a chance I was willing to take.
