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Cock-Caged at Military School – Part 01

By AlphaMetal

Trey was mostly used to it by now. As he entered the locker room after the team weight training session, he knew that when he took off his workout clothes and walked to the shower room the other guys would see the plastic cage around his cock, but by now they had all seen it before anyway.

All in all, Trey thought, even with this stupid cock cage he had to wear, the military high school he agreed to enter instead of jail wasn’t so bad.

At age 19 he shouldn’t still be in high school in the first place, but he knew he had been a fuck-up as a student, and a lot of the other guys here were in the same boat — many were also 18 or 19, and a few even 20 — so it didn’t seem so weird.

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The adventures of Athleticpisspig

This is an eye-opening documentary that explores a long-practiced erotic fetish from the point of view of a gay millennial who expresses it as performance art — Athleticpisspig. Is it mere pornography or groundbreaking art worthy of consideration and criticism? The film poses many questions that viewers must answer for themselves. With the participation of Axel Abysse.

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Site: Axel Abysse

Title: Piss Off X

Directed by Henry Baker

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Becoming Humble – Part 01

By RotherhamMan

Thor didn’t quite get the fuss. It was only a mug, so what if he had broken it? But it seemed that deliberately smashing it on the floor, even in delight, wasn’t accepted on Earth. He had been so desperate for a drink. After spending all night and day walking the barren wasteland he had finally found a town and entered the first place he saw that looked like they might serve drinks. He found the place a tad strange but he had been to many realms and took in the different culture with ease—until he broke one of their rules of etiquette, apparently, by breaking the mug once he had drained it of water.

“You broke it, you clean it up,” the owner had told him in a stern voice, thrusting a dustpan and brush at him to clean up. And so Thor was doing menial work, on both knees with a dustpan and brush, cleaning up the broken shards of mug. Completely oblivious to the view of his ass he was giving the customers and the looks they were giving it back. He finished up quickly, it was only the one mug, and deposited them in the bin by the counter.

The owner eyed him up. He was a man who was not muscled but not with fat either, an average frame, maybe more so, and a bushy brown moustache with his finely combed hair. “Now you’ve done that you can pay for the damage and get lost.”

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Three Slaves – Part 02

By Practicerestraint

The Third Slave

The third slave didn’t know how long the ride had been, just that it seemed to last forever. He was shifting uncomfortably from the pressure on his bladder when the van came to a stop.

The driver opened the door of the van and stepped in. Before unlocking the slave’s leg irons, the driver pulled up the legs of the slave’s jeans and locked a stun cuff onto each of the slave’s legs.

“Do you want me to demonstrate these?”

The slave shook his head vigorously. He’d seen demonstration videos online.

“Then keep your mouth shut and follow my instructions.”

The driver removed the slave’s wrist shackles and fitted him with transport irons: A waist chain with a handcuff on each side. After these shackles were in place, he removed the leg irons and freed them from the ring in the floor. The driver directed the slave to sit at the edge of the van, his legs dangling out. The driver reshackled the slave’s legs. The slave was grateful that the irons went over his jeans and away from his Achilles tendons.

“Get out.”

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Pleroma – Part 12

By Taurus

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Luke awoke with a start, startled by the rattle of the metal cage he was in getting kicked, which intensified his torturous headaches. If only he could call for the axe of Hephaestus to open the way for Athena.

Luke’s freedoms had always been diminishing, but now he was subject-

Matt could not bother to put him in a bed, or to even lay him flat. Or rather, he was too active in taking care of his very naked and very large guest. Luke was stuffed into a cramped cage in Matt’s dungeon and given just a leather pillow for warmth.

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“Had a fun day out yesterday? Meet any friends? Get any nice food?

“Blow a big load, even?”

“No, sir, I -”

“Hmph.”

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Matt on Display – Part 2

By Steellock

Matt felt his heart rate fall and managed to get his breath. He felt his body start to relax and was able to do that exploratory wriggle that bondage guys love. Just exploring the feelings, what he could move (virtually nothing) and what was holding him. As he was not wearing any kind of rubber or leather suit he could feel the multitude of straps tight around his body from the ‘full-body’ suspension harness. Strapped around his waist, chest, under his crotch, around his legs at 4 levels, his arms strapped to his sides and hands in the leather mitts that were also strapped to his upper legs. His boots held tight in the base straps of the harness. His head was resting in a ‘U’ shaped padded pillow and unable to turn. It was in an inner, tight, thin rubber hood that was moulded to the shape of his head with a latex full mouth gag, and he could still feel the slight soreness in his nostrils from pushing the air pipes through and round to the back of his throat.

Then he felt the comforting feeling of the heavy Sci Fi hood with its locked straps and collar over the top; the one he wore every day and night and was the centre of his kink life.

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