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Billy and Me – Part 4

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By Tommy Guns

 I think Billy needed to be completely in charge of my life, and wanted to expand my experiences to the maximum. He once told me a story of a prisoner he had abused in the Brig. The guy was awaiting a General Court Martial for desertion, and was being held in maximum security with little or no contact with other prisoners. Billy took advantage of the situation by offering favors and extra privileges in exchange for sexual activity that included bondage, toys and, eventually, a gang rape involving other guards and prisoners.

He described it in such detail, and became so aroused with each telling, that I soon decided that it might be worth experimenting a little more, and expand my horizons.

I asked Billy to introduce one of his friends to our scenes just to see how it would go down, and whether it was something I wanted to get into on a more regular basis. Quite frankly, part of me realized that unless I was willing to get more deeply into bondage and group scenes that I would eventually lose Billy. That was not a chance I was willing to take.

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Billy and Me – Part 3

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By Tommy Guns

Other than my uniforms, I’d never spent a lot of time or money on clothes, and had never given any thought to leather clothing other than a jacket. I was intrigued and wondered how they would fit and feel. The smell of the leather was at once intoxicating and arousing. When I pulled on the shorts that were like running shorts, the feel of the raw leather against my skin was simply delightful and sexy at the same time. My hard on came back with a vigor, barely contained by the tightness of the leather shorts that pushed my cock off to the side.

They put enough pressure on my balls that it felt like they were being gently crushed – not painful exactly, but I knew I needed to calm down before I came in the shorts. It’s the same reaction I had the first time I had put on my Dress Blues after graduation from boot camp. If you haven’t experienced the sensation, no explanation is possible. If you have, none is necessary! The shorts did have an interesting feature – a zipper that ran from the front, down under the crotch, and all the way back up the ass to about an inch of the waist band. I immediately saw the convenience of this arrangement and thought whoever invented it was a genius. You could have sex without undressing – cool!

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Billy and Me – Part 2

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By Tommy Guns

When Billy reported to Camp Lejeune he was assigned to the Provost Marshal’s office, and later became the NCOIC of the Brig. By this time, we were both Staff NCOs, and there just weren’t that many peacetime billets for us after Vietnam wound down. Either of us was capable of sniping a target with the proverbial ‘one shot, one kill’ accuracy at more than 750 meters, but there wasn’t much call for trained snipers at that time in either the Corps or civilian life, unless you wanted to apply for a job with the mob! As a result, our duty billets were more mundane. He wound up being an MP, and I trained young Marines in advanced marksmanship. To say we both missed the action of Vietnam would be a gross understatement. Quite frankly we were BORED, and I guess that’s why Billy got more deeply into the leather and bondage scene. God knows, as the NCOIC of the Brig, he had plenty of time and potential victims to hone his craft. But I digress.

We entered Billy’s apartment, literally tearing at each other’s clothes. I was so turned on by him in leather that I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth and wanted to suck it until his head caved in. This time, however, Billy played rougher than before. Just as I was getting into a face fucking rhythm, Billy pushed me off his cock and threw me roughly down on his carpeted floor.

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Billy and Me – Part 1

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By Tommy Guns

I was on my daily run, wearing nothing but a pair of red nylon jogging shorts and tennis shoes, when a panel van first passed me and then turned abruptly to block my path. Two guys jumped out of the side door and tackled me. They forced me to the ground and handcuffed my wrists behind my back. I tried to kick out at them, but they quickly snapped a set of short chain leg irons on my ankles.

They then lifted me roughly shoved me into the van. Next they forced a penis shaped rubber gag into my mouth, fastening it with a strap behind my neck. A leather hood was pulled over my head and was laced tightly behind it, and a locking collar was fastened over it to keep it in place. They then forced me on to my stomach and attached a short chain from the leg irons to the chain between the handcuffs. The final assault was when they cut off my shorts and shoved what I could only guess was a huge butt plug up my ass I would have gasped out a scream of incredible pain, but all that escaped my gag was a muffled and unintelligible sort of grunt. I was hogtied and could neither speak nor move a muscle, and my asshole was on fire. Resistance was futile.

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Scott’s Revenge – Part 1

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By PFC Pflege

I knew, generally, it was coming, but still I was totally unprepared for it when it happened. Scott’s revenge, I mean. He’s jumped me before, and made it stick – tying my hands before I know what’s going on, and then working me over. He loves jumping me, because I am taller and more solid than he is; and my arms and legs are very muscular. I love showing off my 17-inch biceps in tight t-shirts. Scott is a young, lithe, muscled wrestler, but if I ever lock him again in a bear hug, as I did once, all his wrestling skills are nothing, and he would, as he did, have to submit.  We have been doing stuff to each other for a number of years, all of it involving bondage in one form or the other.

Last time was Scott’s turn to get it, and he got it like this. I had him put on his wrestling singlet, smooth tight Lycra, and nothing else. The singlet showed off his muscles, his toned chest and abdomen, and his packed crotch. The singlet was tight, and I could see his big dick and his twin nuts outlined in the Lycra. As I tied his hands in front of him, I ground my knee gently into the package, feeling his cock hardening in the singlet. Then, I jerked his hands upwards, with a rope over a rafter. We were in my basement, which looked as if it were designed for bondage, with overhead rafters and pipes, and steel posts holding up the floor above. Lots of ways and places Scott could tie me, or I could tie him.

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Pictures and video: Alexei is tortured with a long-term crucifixion

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Check out this shoot from the men of Dream Boy Bondage. Naked, blond Alexei endures a long, slow agony on the cross, hour after torturous hour. (Hint: Scroll down in this blog posting below the pictures and description for a free, high-def video clip!)

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Alexei’s lean swimmer’s body is glistening with sweat, his muscles twitching, his diaphragm quivering. He moans in agony and desperation. He has been hanging on the cross for five hours – and has five more to go. This stunningly beautiful man is completely naked and alone, suffering a long, slow torture that displays his body perfectly. By the end of hour nine, he is in a state of shock; anyone less fit would not survive. But Alexei does – and his punishment has just begun.

Here is a free video clip — and be sure to click to watch this in hi-res mode:

 

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The Examination – Part 5

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By Slavebladeboi

The gates closed behind me as I drove onto the road. What the fuck had I just done? The obvious answer was spinning round inside my head, I’d just about broken every protocol of my job. I’d ignored the rules about admissions, invoices, data, official forms, getting personal with clients and especially getting personal with subjects. But who couldn’t get personal with this subject? I looked into the rear view mirror and saw those two luscious brown eyes looking back at me. Yeah, I know. I’m a sucker for eyes, delicious young boy eyes with long dark lashes that I just want to put my tongue round and kiss.

Of course, what I should have done is arrange for the official van to collect him like any other admission. Then two thugs would arrive in their solid, heavy, high black leather boots, full leather gear and MX style biker crash helmets with dark goggles and face protectors, night sticks in their belts and obvious muscles under it all. They would pull out the stretcher, it was really a simple steel grid the size and shape of a stretcher only more convenient for fixing someone to and more hygienic.

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