Chris stood in a dim lit corner of the back bar. It was leather night at the Hammer, the local fetish bar. Every few years, when passing through this city, he had dropped in. His score rate here was average, but even if he didn’t find a hookup he enjoyed the atmosphere.
At the moment he had his eye on a pair of boots. He had a passion for a man in boots. These were laced all the way up to the man’s knees. They were black and were shined to a high polish. Chris let his eyes slowly work their way from the top of the boots to the man’s package. Tight red rubber emphasised two well-developed thighs, which in turn helped to define a tight pair of arse cheeks.
Sweeping his eyes up further, the body was defined by a two-toned rubber military shirt. The shirt was obviously designed to enhance a broad set of shoulders and two well developed pecs. Above the shoulders was the lightly bearded face of a man in his mid forties. Gently he let his eyes travel back down to the boots. He could almost taste them as he pictured himself worshiping them. If he had a weakness, it was a great pair of boots, particularly when they were a natural extension of the wearer.
Chris cursed the 20mg of Cialis he had taken before coming out. Even though he didn’t need it at all, he enjoyed the sensation of the slightest provocation sending him rock hard instantly. Now, however, with a mind of its own, it was trying to force its way out from the rubber codpiece of his jockstrap in no uncertain manner. The fact that his rubber cock ring would not release the blood from his engorged cock was not helping the situation.
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Cameron owes his loan shark money, and Beau is here to collect. To buy a few extra days he has to worship Beau’s size 14 feet and stinky socks. After getting roughed up a bit and licking Beau’s boots, Cameron has to smell his rank socks and then sniff and suck Beau’s huge feet while the aggressive collector jerks off his big cock.
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Key words: Domination, Socks, Feet, Cum, Nudity, Worship
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An Italian bodybuilder cums on command as his owner watches via three live cameras feeds. Then he licks the boots of Master Anthony as he’s led to his next ordeal.
Relaxing in his villa in Rome, in front of three live camera feeds streaming from the dungeon, Don Giovanni watches his latest acquisition – 22-year-old bodybuilder Stefano – work his cock. The cameras are so precise, the Don can see every bruise left by the clothespins on Stefano’s pecs, the veins pulsating in his biceps, and the drops of moisture on his thighs. As Stefano pumps out a rope of cum, the Don cums at the same time. Watching this muscle stud chained and helpless, cumming on command after being tortured for hours, makes him crazy with lust. Stefano is then left alone, spent and exhausted, for hours, still on his feet, naked. Anthony Martin – a man half his size – pushes the blindfolded stud to his knees. “Kiss my boots, slave boy! Lick them!” he demands, as Don Giovanni returns to his camera feed. Stefano, a broken prisoner, complies, and the Don’s dick gets rock hard, again, as his slave is chained to a torture-table to endure his next, horrible ordeal.
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Title of this episode: STEFANO: Blind Muscle – Chapter 7
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“Enjoy your flight!”
Right, because there’s much to enjoy about being stuffed like a sardine in a flying aluminum can for five hours… I take my bags and ticket toward the security line. The one enjoyable thing about the airport at 4am, is how fast the lines go. If there’s a line at all.
“Place any electronics larger than a cell phone in the bins… Shoes off. Coats off. Empty your pockets.”
“Nice boots!” The TSA officer whistled as I placed my black cowboy boots on the belt. “They even look new!”
“Thank you,” I replied as nicely as I could at the 4am hour. “They were a real find.”
“Beautiful!” He took a closer look at the white designs etched over the shiny black leather of my boots. He finally shook his head. “I can’t wear boots anymore, as they hurt my feet. But nothing compares to ‘em!”
“For sure,” I nodded. The TSA guy was cute. Beefy build, big arms, and clearly liked boots. If there was no line, I’d have taken more time getting my stuff into the bins. Oh well…
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By ty dehner
I was exhausted and fell asleep bound to the table. I don’t know how long I slept, but Jonas woke me up with a slap to my relaxed cock.
“Time to wake up and get ready for your next round, gimp.”
He started working on the rope and slowly released each part of my body. Once I was free, he helped me sit up and turn, letting my legs hang off the edge of the table.
“Now we are going to really change things up for you. I am going to remove everything you are wearing, everything. I want you fully exposed for this next round. So, you will not speak even through your mouth will be empty, and you will keep your eyes closed when the hood is removed. I will let you know when you can look at me. If you understand, nod your head two times.”
I do so and am relieved that I am going to get out this rubber suit.
Jonas is in no hurry as he works to remove the duct tape on my head. As it reveals more and more of my skin, I feel the cool air drying the sweat. He then took out the cloth and I was ungagged for the first time in a long while. But I didn’t speak. Keeping my eyes closed, I felt his gloved hand stroke my face and head. At one point I leaned into his hand and placed a gentle kiss on his glove. He patted my cheek. He started working on the suit.
Continue reading More With Jonas – Part 3