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Wes undergoes a ball-busting forced workout
Beautiful, muscular Wes Morales moans in agony as he attempts to hold the weight stretching his scrotum when the man torturing him shortens the length of the chain, making it even harder to bear the weight and increasing the pain inflicted on the most sensitive part of his body even more. The man then adds another 30 pounds as Wes’ arms tremble uncontrollably. The steel cuff around his scrotum slowly slides up over his balls, squeezing them painfully, as the naked jock screams “Fuck, fuck!!” Finally, the bar slips from his hands and his balls must bear the entire weight. No muscle man has ever suffered so badly and looked so good doing so.
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Title: Wes Morales: U.S. Marine – Chapter 9
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Brenn is fed up with the bodybuilders and their attitudes and this just takes him over the edge. Brenn ties up Vince and commences muscle worship creepy janitor style. He then ties Vince to the bench press and whacks him hard all over.
Vince endures a hard cock up his ass in bondage. Still not finished, Vince gets tied up standing with just one leg and Brenn flogs him like a maniac. Brenn further humiliates Vince with another bondage fuck and blows his load all over Vince’s muscled body.
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Chain Gang – Part 05
By slaveobjectx
The Collar
But when the ‘blacksmith’ suddenly produced out of his heap of irons a real ancient metal slave collar and tried to put it round my neck, I really resisted. I assure you I was completely freaked out when I saw the big band of heavy steel that they obviously meant me to wear from now on. It seemed huge enough to keep an elephant in check. It was one-and-a-half times as thick as my anklets and bracelets, and some three inches high. I saw that it must have a weight of five or six pounds at least.
I was horrified by the idea that they would fasten it around my neck in the same way as they had done with the cuffs around my ankles and wrists. Because I suddenly sensed that I would have to wear that collar the whole time of my imprisonment here too, I started to shout.
‘Fuck you, you bastards, you can’t do this to me. I’m not a fucking animal! I’m a man! I got rights.’ I really struggled, trying to bite them and kick them as they pinioned my arms but I was one against three and it was hopeless.
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Chain Gang – Part 04
By slaveobjectx
The Cuffs
I looked baffled but once again I was grabbed and marched out of the room, down the corridor and into a half darkened place that looked like a blacksmith’s forge. But to me, it appeared rather as the entrance to hell, and within a few minutes it became obvious that it was indeed a place of horror. It was very hot inside; the room was filled with damp and smoke. It soon became clear to me that there was some reason for that.
Along one of the walls there was a huge iron oven with a lid open, revealing a white-hot fire glowing. I saw something lying in it, but from the distance couldn’t make out what it was exactly. But the whole furnishing of the room filled me with fear. Around the wall hung all sorts of thick chains and iron contraptions that I couldn’t guess what they were supposed to be for.
A dirty guy, muscular in a leather apron looked over his shoulder as we entered. ‘Standard irons? Boy, you must have been good! Well, I hope yer startin’ as you mean to go on. You’ll find life here’ll be a lot easier if you toe the line and give us no aggro. OK, boy, over here and we’ll soon have you kitted out as a real slave. You won’t know yourself again, boy!’