Check out these works by Herodotus, which are presented here with the permission of the artist:
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When it comes to edging a guy — getting him rock hard and keeping him that way, and not allowing him to cum for a long time — having him physically restrained is key, as these pictures show:
You can also do self-edging with some porn, or some erotic stories like those found in the Prison Library.
Many of today’s pictures are from Men On Edge and Slow Teasing Hand Jobs — two sites dedicated to edging!
The Brutal Tops Masters have installed a sub in their locker room whose duty it is to service their stinky sweaty bodies with its mouth. An inventive use for a bottom’s sloppy wet tongue, able to dig deep between a firm pair of athletic buttocks and lick clean a sweaty puckered hole.
Master Nick and Derek have been so busy that they’ve not had a shower in over a week. Their feet, cocks, ass crack and armpits are all rank with dried in sweat, the odor is enough to make your eyes water and sting. Using the sub’s mouth as a shower, the two Masters clean every inch of their stinky sweaty bodies in it and get their pungent assholes eaten.
See more at Brutal Tops
Check out this picture that DualDrew sent of himself and his boyfriend, Thumper, both wearing locking metal chastity:
You can read more about these guys on their respective blogs, The Drew Duality and Denying Thumper.
By lthr_jock
Paul hadn’t realised until then what a good friend Jay was. As Jay talked, Paul felt better, more relaxed and calmer. His situation wasn’t that bad – there were plenty of things he could do. Jay handed Paul another protein shake as he walked the big man around the park, constantly talking in a low voice that seemed to penetrate deep into Paul’s mind.
For over an hour, the two men walked around the park, Jay talking all the time, until the light began to fade as the sun went down. As they exited the park, Jay turned and put his hands on Paul’s shoulders.
“So, feeling better?”
“Yes – thanks, man, you really managed to put everything in perspective.” Paul sighed. “But I still don’t know what I’m going to do for a job.”
By lthr_jock
Paul stood in the centre of the room staring straight ahead. In front of him was a mirror, allowing him to see himself. His torso and trousers were still covered in tight, laced and strapped leather. His feet were now covered in heavy black army boots. The only part of him that could be seen was his head. His eyes stared straight ahead, looking at his flushed face, topped by his straggly mop of hair. He didn’t blink, the only part of him that moved were his eyes, which looked up and down his reflection.
Paul began to notice changes. As he watched, his chest swelled under the leather, making it creak and groan. As he felt it tightening around him, he briefly wondered why it wasn’t making his breathing more difficult. Then he realised that he was breathing very slowly and very shallowly – so shallowly that it was almost impossible to detect. His waist seemed to be shrinking, narrowing and he could feel his stomach muscles hardening. The tight leather seemed to become looser around his waist, until hands reached around him and tightened the lacing and straps.