By lthr_jock
Dejan led Davis through the inner door and into the main bar of the club. Davis looked around him at the bare brick walls decorated with pictures of men – men naked, men clothed in fetish wear, men having sex. The bar itself was a huge affair of chrome and glass, illuminated with blue lights. But the men already in the club were what caught his attention – and he caught theirs. The sight of such a man like Davis, a man who would normally be considered a Top, collared and on a leash, was an unusual one. As such, it evoked a lot of interest – and a deal of lust.
Davis paused inside the door to look around. He could see men wearing leather, rubber, skinhead gear, even police uniforms. Some were naked except for shorts, others fully covered – including hoods. The music in the club made it difficult to make anything out, but he could hear sounds from darkened archways, which he associated with sex. He shook his head – what was he doing here?
His train of thought was stopped as Dejan jerked on the leash and led him over to an empty section of bar. Dejan turned to face him.
“No need to be nervous, Sergeant. I realise it’s your first time, but you’re going to have fun. What’s your poison?”
By ty dehner
Just go with it.
That was the text I received as I was walking home from the bus stop after work. I waited for another but there wasn’t one.
“???” I replied in the text, but there was no reply.
The text came from my ex. He had moved out of the area 4 years ago and we called it quits but remained friends online. Back East he had gotten in with a group of gay kinky cops and on occasion shared some of their adventures with me. There was one guy that seemed to be the leader that was intense in what they did to their captives. The lead one even had a full-time dog that he kept in full heavy leather. The dog didn’t work and lived most of its time in a cage.
I never really got into the dog scene that guys seem to go for. I’m older and I felt it was a younger guys thing. I was more traditional leather, biker, or rubber gear and being a slave or owned object.
Arriving at my home, I entered the front door and began my routine of getting casual and fixing dinner. As I cooked and ate I kept thinking back to that text, what the hell did it mean? I haven’t been playing much in the past couple of years focusing more on work. Plus, hadn’t found anyone that was aggressive and confident of my ex. He knew what he wanted and he had no qualms of doing it with me. He really controlled his world and me. He left to deal with some family issues and just never returned.
In this shoot from Bound Gods, Ali Liam and Dominic Pacifico are two horny movers who take a break from their duties for an afternoon bondage-fuck session.
When it comes to his mover job, it’s all work and no play for Dominic Pacifico. His partner Ali Liam doesn’t take the job so seriously, but when Dominic gives him shit, the argument leads to a scuffle, ending with Dominic pinned down on the couch. Horny and ready to play, hunky Ali convinces Dominic to give in and forget about work. Before he knows it, his hands are tied behind his back for an over-the-knee ass spanking. Ali pulls out his hard, hairy cock for Dominic to worship all while beating the captive’s ass nice and red. Biting down on the ball gag lodged in his mouth, Dominic endures a flogging on his cock and balls before his tender ass is beaten to a pulp. Ali rewards him with a fucking from behind before tying him down on the chair. Legs spread, an electric zapper torments Dominic’s meaty ass before making its way to the bottoms of his feet. The bound stud’s screams of torment turn to moans of pleasure as Ali rams his hard cock deep in his ass one more time. Dominic begs for more cock until Ali pulls out and sprays his load all over the bound fuck toy that lies before him.
Models in this shoot: Ali Liam, Dominic Pacifico
Title: All Play, No Work
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Photo: Bound Gods
By lthr_jock
Clark yelled into the muzzle as he woke up, his muscles aching and his back spasming with pain. The restraints afforded him little movement and while he slept his muscles had locked. Despite his yells, little sound leaked out of the muzzle and didn’t disturb anyone outside the cell. He moved himself to a sitting position and stretched as much as the restraints allowed, staring at the blank wall and wondering what the time was. He thought it was the next day – but he had absolutely no idea. He also had no idea whether Morrison was actually coming back – he thought he would, but if he didn’t Clark would be exposed once the restraints were removed and his bondage ordeal would be over. But that would just be the start of another ordeal as his superiors explored how this had happened. They would go over his life with a fins tooth-comb as he would be suspected of being involved, and everything to do with Samuel would be discovered.
As he thought about it, he felt his cock rising and tenting the front of his trousers. Clark sighed. The bondage was arousing enough and he could reach his cock to give himself some relief. He was tempted to do it so that Morrison would have to pull on his trousers with Clarks sticky load inside, but he didn’t want to have to endure that himself. It had been bad enough when he had used the toilet on the day before – with his hands restrained in front of him he could just about work his trousers down far enough, but it took ages to pull them back up.
Images above are from Straight Men In Trouble, Eye of the Cyclone, Bound Gods, Herodotus and other sites on the net.
