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Mark is bolted in the stockade and whipped

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After hanging on the cross for hours, Mark is fed, pumped full of electrolytes and allowed a decent night’s rest, not because Jared or the man torturing him from afar have any compassion but because they want him ready for a new round of torture. Mark is bolted in the stockade, standing, completely naked, his muscular, hairless torso exposed and vulnerable. The first blow of the single-tail whip across the top of his pecs feels like a knife cut. And the blows keep coming, dozens of them, beautifully scarring his chest and stomach all the way down to his shaved pubes. Every once in a while Jared adds to the pain by spraying Mark’s fresh wounds with a fine mist of alcohol, then rubbing them with his fingers, before continuing the whipping. Mark seems resigned to his fate – a gorgeous piece of meat with just one purpose, to suffer. Jared’s master could not be more pleased.

Title of this shoot: “Mark – Custom Order – Part 5”

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Boot worship

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Dan thinks he’s too good for wiping up pub tables and collecting glasses. The lazy man struts around in his tight trousers slacking off, but now they’re going to teach this sexy straight guy how to properly serve. He meekly serves his new master wearing nothing but tight white briefs. He’s spent enough money and gone through enough pain to cover his body in ink – he might as well show it off. Dan is burning with rage, but he’s incandescent when Dave smacks him hard across the face. The shamed lad must wriggle out of his underwear and continue serving by kissing his master’s boots. While he’s groveling pathetically on the floor, Dave strokes Dan’s round arse and slides the tips of his fingers over his tender anus.

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Dan is leashed by Adrian and turned into a human footstool while he desperately licks and kisses the pervy men. His tongue slides on the filthy soles of their boots, filling his mouth with grit and filth while his arse is lashed with a cane. Fully naked, Dan is laid out flat on the stinking sticky tabletop right in the middle of the pub. The men take turns fucking his mouth, screwing his throat so deep that Dan gags. His throat is relentlessly invaded. As he stares up, all he sees is angry men with raging hard cocks thrusting into him. Both men empty their loads into his mouth, coating his tongue and throat. Now this useless slag knows what it means to really earn his minimum hourly wage.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 15

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By lthr_jock

Vickers was ticked off. No, scratch that, Vickers was angry. Angry at Clark, angry at Carl and Greg – but most of all, angry at himself. It started from the moment at the party when he realised that the hunky man secured in the straitjacket and muzzle was actually Clark. He had dreamed of getting Clark in that kind of position, but had been moving things forward slowly, carefully. But Greg and Carl had got Clark into the gear within just a few hours. Vickers had enjoyed getting Carl restrained inside the vac rack, but all that day his attention kept getting drawn across the aisle to Clark. The sight of his body in the tight leather harness with his arms locked behind him distracted him, aroused him – and made him jealous as hell.

After the conference, Vickers continued talking to Clark by email and text and monitoring Clark’s workouts. It was clear the man was still working hard at the gym, though his measurements had stabilised and he seemed to be improving definition rather than just putting on bulk. Vickers had several thoughts about where to go next, but whenever he broached ideas with Clark, Clark seemed distracted and gave brusque off-hand replies. Vickers also noted that he was curious about Greg and Carl and the conversation often returned to them.

The last straw came when Greg and Carl invited him to their latest open house to display their latest creations. Their venue was in an abandoned warehouse, and the main showroom was circular and high-ceilinged. High on the walls were video screens, and on this occasion they were showing slideshows of men wearing various items of leather wear. Vickers grabbed a drink and wandered around. As usual, their gear was high quality and piqued his interest – but tonight his attention kept getting drawn back to the video screens. Despite the fact that the leather being worn kept changing, the model looked the same. The photos never showed his face, but as he looked on Vickers realised that they were all photos of Clark. This was confirmed by the last set where he was wearing a leather version of his guard uniform. Vickers felt his cock swell and gulped down his drink as his jealousy spiked.

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