After Jakob is taken out of the cage for some fun at Bad Boy Bondage, he is first inspected from head to toe, and then tied to the cross. Master Steven strokes and sucks his captive to keep him hard, all the while using a rough flogger to mix pleasure and pain.
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NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
By Nitro
It’s been a while since we have heard from Ian and Jake. A lot has happened since that night in the playroom where Ian was heavily restrained and his SIR was pissing up his hole after a long hard fuck. Ian had been in heavy immobile restraint and chastity for an extended period by the time we got there. The heavy bondage continued and so did the heavy workouts in the gym. The two men have intertwined their lives and now live together full time in a new home that they purchased. Ian and Jake had both done fairly well with investments so they were able to pool their resources and design the house they wanted, along with some very special features that fit their lifestyle.
Jake kicked back in his leather recliner and enjoyed his 80 ring asylum 13 cigar while listening to classical music. With his every move his thick leather pants and shirt creaked and groaned, and the gloves gripped his knuckles tight. Jake enjoyed relaxing in his gear – for him his Leather wasn’t just for show, it was part of him. The knee high high shine polished leather boots had such a mirror finish on them he could practically see his face in them. His tight leather shirt clung around his chest, arms, and midsection like a second skin, and his thick cock filled out the pouch of the cod piece on the leather pants. As he took a long drag on the cigar he felt the cares of the day slowly melt away. As he thought about his property his hand absentmindedly found its way down to his crotch. The metal cockring he wore helped make sure that his cock was testing the confines of the leather cod piece. He thought back on the past year and got even harder in his pants.
By A Lost Boy
With a staggered click, followed by an unmistaken chug of heavy machinery, I was torn away from slumber. My crusted eyelids batted, once, twice, three times before withdrawing into my skull, overwhelmed in the midst of the fluorescent light which liberated me from darkness.
We weren’t to be alone that evening. There was far too many footsteps to follow a single person. When the concept of company presented itself, I’d compensate by puffing out my chest, and shuffling as much as the shackles would permit. I’m not at all sure why that was, it’s not as if I was going anywhere.
The draft surging inward annunciated that merciless cold which was the concrete beneath my feet. It was as though I could only feel, function and exist in the presence of others. A sheet of cigar smoke draped itself over my shoulders, forcing my nostrils to stretch out at fresh air, and then some, upon the failed attempt to gasp through the gag.
At BadBoyBondage.com, the Master continues to let the tied captive know exactly where he stands. The prisoner is eventually released from the ropes, but he doesn’t get to enjoy his freedom long before he is put through his paces and shown proper posture.
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Title of this shoot: “I’m Having Fun, Part 2”
By TheBadOne
Extracting Prince’s load takes me hardly any time. I can take the full length of it- I can take the full length of anyone- and he’s obviously already close after watching Omni and Zephyr do me over. And, judging by the size of his load, it’s probably been a couple days since he’s let one loose. I’m surprised by that- he doesn’t seem like someone who ever has a need that isn’t met. Either way, I’m proud of my work, and Prince seems pleased, too. I remain on my knees, kneeling in front of him, waiting for my next order.
He raises his booted foot, presses it against my chest, and with one strong movement of his legs I sprawl against the floor. Ouch. OK, then.
“Stay there,” he commands, and then I hear footsteps, the door creak open and shut, and then nothing at all. I’m left staring at the ceiling, the taste of come on my lips. Taking advantage of the first rest I’ve had in hours, I close my eyes, and focus on the throbbing and the warmth still radiating off my body from its beating.
By Pup Shaggy
Epilogue
[Note: this is the final part of this story by Pup Shaggy. To begin at the very beginning, click here.]
I waited in darkness. In silence … for the most part. I didn’t even know if he was still in the room. But I knew how much he liked me groaning and whimpering in my gag, displaying the control he had over me as I wrestle with the chains and padlocks that he’d ‘given’ me; the bonds that held me. I’m on my chest, crushing the nipple clamps biting onto my sensitive nips. My legs held over my back in an arch, kept there by a short chain connected to my arms, themselves held across my back just under my shoulder blades as high up my back as they’d go. My collar also chained to something – I assume a radiator – to stop me from wriggling myself away, not that I would… not on purpose.
My hood buckled to my head, not even aware of the last time it hadn’t been. My vision black, my voice taken and my ears full of earplugs made of metal and plastic that blocked out every sound. You’d have to be screaming pretty loud for me to hear you with them in.
Every now and then, I’d struggle. For fun, and for him: Master Alex. But like I said, I had no idea if he was even with me. I’d have been concerned that someone on the other side of the hotel door would hear my noise and get concerned… but that wouldn’t happen… not this week… of all weeks. My limbs burned, my shoulders ached, and that was how both of us liked it; me in constant pain. You really can’t get used to it, no matter what you think. You can be tied up every day of your life and your limbs will never stop hurting or aching when you are. Plus, there’s always some new way he finds to make me groan and drool in pain. That was part of the fun for him, coming up with new ways to abuse me… And I loved it…
Here’s more from Bad Boy Bondage. Mykul Pierce is itching to prove that Brayland can’t be a real man, and the surefire way to do that is electro. Strapped to some medical restraints, his nips and asshole are lit up so the captive is bucking off the table from the juice.
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Title of this shoot: “My Toys Part 3”
Metalbond says: Don’t use electro on the nips as these guys are doing. Keep the current below the waist!
Here’s Part 2 of “Wood In The Trees” from BadBoyBondage.com. After being teased to distraction and then left to his own devices, the helpless captive manages to get a hand free. Taking his huge hard cock in hand, he decides to relieve the pressure his friend built up. Will be be able to shoot off a load before getting tied up again?
Keywords: outdoors, rope restraints, jerk off
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