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Title: Cold Steel Revenge
At CMNM.net, the cleaner grits his teeth in shock as the officers take turns ramming their way into his tight anal cavity.
The uniformed men egg each other on, stretching his sphincter wider and using more fingers. Mr. McGuire has had it, but he’s quickly put in his place with statements of fact about his perilous position. Now that these indebted men are stark naked, the collectors are high on their power and take full advantage doing whatever filthy things they want.
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At BreederFuckers, Shamus makes an enticing sight with his muscles restricted from being tightly belt buckled from his arms down to his feet. He writhes pathetically on the floor unable to cover himself for anyone who passes by. He’s facefucked till he gags.
To better get at his asshole, his legs are suspended up in the air so he can be screwed at both ends, fucked with a power tool and made to stick his tongue up another man’s asshole. With his gob wide open he’s made to receive a mouthful of spunk.
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Vincent is at the height of his physical and sexual prime. At BreederFuckers, his masculine hot body is on display. He’s gagged, flogged and subjected to a cruel session of CBT. His cock is so sensitive that when Dave seizes and jerks it he can’t help himself growing a stiffy.
Now that Vincent is nicely warmed up, Dave delivers his hardest lesson, roping Vincent’s thick muscular neck and shoving his dick up the prisoner’s smooth asshole.
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At BadBoyBondage.com, Mikeal tells Chad that he has a nice ass. He’s not scared to play around with it. Chad is willing to let Mikeal have his way.
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Chapter 6: The Pit’s Gold
Cage Locks – Power Shines
By Restrained4U
The air clung thick, winch hook echoing.
Jamie slumped, flushed, eyes darting. Leo sat hunched, striped ass raw, wincing sharp.
Ryan settled stiffly, chest heaving, nipples throbbing, socks scuffing where boots once sat.
Marcus slid the bag to Ryan. “Pit don’t take breaks – your go.”
Ryan’s hand froze over the bag, his buzzed auburn hair damp with sweat, eyes narrowing. Fuck this – not again, not yet, he thought, the memory of weights tugging his chest still clawing at him, nipples screaming from Marcus’s tweak. He’d endured – grit held – but the pit’s jaws lingered too close, his breath shallow as he hesitated.
Marcus tilted his head, a faint smirk curling. “What’s the hold-up, soldier? Pit’s waiting.”
Ryan grunted, low and rough, and dipped his hand in, fingers brushing the cards – black dares heavy with dread – then pulled one free, slow, reluctant.
The card gleamed gold, black lettering stark against it.
By Pickle
The fluid that was being pumped into my mask by the aliens who had captured me continued to surge down my throat and into my lungs. Remarkably, it became a pleasant warming sensation. Actually comforting. In my brain I knew I should be drowning but this “therapy” seemed to be improving my breath capacity and feeling of general well-being.
The alien let me know my lungs and throat were being renewed and changed in such a way that would enable me to survive another little adventure they had in store for me. The fluid continued to surge into the mask, and now throughout my entire system in a non-stop ebb and flow. Time meant nothing anymore. I had no idea how long they kept this up. I no longer cared though, since it had the sensation of being massaged from the inside out. I was completely relaxed and was feeling totally euphoric. I no longer gave a flyin’ fuck that my control was no longer my own.