TBT: A visitor tied to a weight bench
This picture sure brings up memories.
This is from before I was blogging. When I still had a Mac cube on my desk!
Show me your cuffs
Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 04
By PredicamentBondage
Stevie (from Chapter 1), now renamed “piss-slit,” is hanging from his wrists, as had shit-head before him.
Shit-head is back in its pod, now programmed on a 50-minute rest, 10-minute sprint cycle. This ensures the slave’s slumber is continually interrupted, keeping it sleep deprived and on edge at all times.
Piss-slit has just endured the same treatment as shit-head before him. There were several significant differences between piss-slit’s performance and that of shit-head. Firstly, piss-slit didn’t pass out when it orgasmed. It also took longer to break and now has a total of 21 pounds weighing its balls down. It was a low-hanger to start with, but the stretch is now an impressive 10 inches. It managed to piss itself three times and shit itself once during the ordeal, whereas shit-head stayed dry. No problem, because the factory area is designed for easy clean up.
Marshall tickles Braden out of his mind
Braden is the best kind of tickling victim. He’s got an awesome body, really sexy feet and he’s ultra-ticklish everywhere.
Pictures and description from My Friends Feet
Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 03
By PredicamentBondage
Thirty minutes later, I walk back into the factory area where shit-head is still hanging, periodical swaying in time with twitching muscles. Its arms seem longer somehow. Its head hangs forward with its chin on its chest as if sleeping, but I know that sleep will not have come yet. It’s probably trying to cope with the pain.
There’s a damp pool forming on the bare concrete under the slave where it’s been perspiring over the last few hours. A seductive sheen covers every inch of its body, begging to be caressed.
Its cock is still rigidly pointing to its bellybutton. That must be painful in itself after being hard as iron for so long. Once again I place my stool between its painfully outstretched legs, sit down and touch my tongue to the tip of the cock. The sweet taste of pre-cum seeps over my taste buds. The cock instantly reacts by twitching violently and oozing pre-cum that bubbles up from the depths of the slave’s cock to lather the shiny helmet skin.
Hogtied in the locker room
Picture from Straight Up Guys
