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Video: Lane Tickled and Jacked

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It’s been a long time since Lane was professionally tickled. He’s gained a lot of muscle and ink, and gone through a lot of girlfriends in that time. Today Franco reminds him of what he’s been missing — hardcore tickling pleasure from another man. This is a shoot from TickledHard.com. Scroll down for a free video preview!

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Lane strips naked except for his shoes and socks, and Franco carefully secures him to the tickling table. Franco starts in on Lane’s ribs and armpits, then digs deep into his leg muscles. In no time, Lane is sweating, struggling and turning red in the face. He fights hard, but can’t escape Franco’s tickling fingers. Unlike other tickle victims, Lane looks away as Franco takes off his size 11 1⁄2 shoes and starts tickling his socked feet. Lane continues to stare off in the distance until Franco lubes his sweaty foot and tickles it with a rubber soap saver. Franco tightens the leg bonds and lowers Lane’s arms to make him more comfortable, while still maintaining control. Even so, Lane tries to grab at Franco and is strong enough to pop the upper right arm bond. Franco reattaches the restraint, then pulls out the dog grooming brush. He continues torturing Lane’s soles with the brush and in between his tight toes with his fingers before climbing on top and tickling Lane’s torso. Lane pops the same arm restraint and the tickling session ends, but he still agrees to let Franco jerk him off. Of course, Franco’s not got to pass up an opportunity to have a little fun torturing Lane’s sensitive cock and seeing what happens when he tickles Lane freestyle.

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CBT for Mark

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At BreederFuckers, Marc squirms and fights at the anticipation of being perved over. Adrian teases that fat fucking bulge through his thin white pants before destroying them and leaving his massive dick and balls hanging in the open. Marc rages, calls him a fucking poof and vows revenge, but as soon as a ball gag is stuffed in his gob all he can do is moan like a bitch. His genitals are bound up so tightly it’s fucking agony for the bastard. Next those meaty balls are crushed so that the slightest pressure causes him the most gut wrenching agonizing pain. After such an intense session of cock restraint, Marc is broken and submissive.

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 04

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By TheBadOne

Chapter 4 – Transformed

So much time has passed since I was first sealed into this leather prison that I no longer have a sense of it. Some of the experience was blissful- especially those parts when my brain left my body and I truly entered the state of objectification this experience was designed to inflict on me. Other moments were utter torture- snapping back into myself, anxiety rising and being ready to plead mercy no matter what the consequences were- until I got a hold of myself, focused on my breathing, repeated the words from the hypnosis tape (not even playing on headphones, just from memory) until I drifted back into submission. I want this, I kept telling myself. This is how I’m supposed to be.

I was in that state when I finally felt movement next to me. I registered it, at least, but I wasn’t able to react in any way. After so many hours awake, stifling every urge to move even slightly, I suddenly found myself unable to even try.

“Dax,” I heard Master’s voice whisper to me. It soothes me, feeling like a wave of bliss washing over my — his — entire body. I feel his hand underneath my head, lifting me slightly, and then the click of a key unlocking the straps securing the mask to my face. He lifts it off slowly. I remain perfectly still, my open eyes staring straight ahead. Did he call me to attention? I don’t remember, but it’s best to play it safe.

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Captured – Chapter 2

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By Rubrpig

The guards at the gate of the castle sounded the alarm that riders were approaching the castle. The garrison of the castle responded and ran for their positions on the walls overlooking the drawbridge and main gate. The gate guards began turning the winches that lifted the drawbridge which would prevent the riders from gaining entrance until it was determined if they were friendly. The riders stopped and called over for the gate to be lowered. The guards recognized the riders as the men that the Baron had dispatched with the ransom demand for the Earl of Wessex who the Baron and their lord has captured at the Battle of Bosworth.

The drawbridge was lowered and the party clattered across the heavy timbered bridge and entered the courtyard of the castle. The men dismounted and their armour clattered on the cobblestones of the courtyard. The party of knights had been forced to ride in armour due to the total collapse of any law and order after the defeat of the king and seizure of the throne by Henry Tudor who had been hailed as Henry VII.

The men entered the main block of the castle and were told that Baron Robert was waiting for them in the hall. The men entered the hall and as they entered they saw Baron Robert sitting in his chair of state on the dais at the end of the hall. They removed their helmets, the padded caps and their sweaty grimy faces were showing how exhausted they had been on the 3 day ride to Wessex Castle to deliver the ransom demand for the Earl and then their ride back.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 4

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By GratDelay

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There was a package waiting for me when I got home. It was a green cube-shaped box, big enough to hold a football helmet, but heavier. Something shifted around in it when I picked it up off the floor in the hallway. I carried it inside and shouldered the door closed as I inspected it. There were no markings besides the shipping labels. Just a uniform plasticky green. The return label said it was from Toben.

Did he think I was stupid enough to open something from him? I decided to find a bigger container to seal it up in. But before I could even set it down, the bottom dropped out of it.

Or rather, it poured out, like a thick stream of green latex paint. Uh oh. It fell on my feet and spread surprisingly rapidly into a smooth round puddle about 3 feet across.

My instinct was to drop the box and get away from the puddle, but it was already too late for that. My hands were stuck to the sides of the box, and my feet were stuck to the floor. Things were happening all at once, so it was hard for me to process. As I was trying to shake the box loose, the paint-like stream falling between the box and the floor suddenly flared out horizontally into a thin sheet which curled abruptly around my legs and lower torso. As quickly as it moved, it was suddenly as hard as rock. The puddle made a solid base, keeping me from tipping over.

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