At Brutal Tops, these handsome young Masters return to cause more damage to this feeble sub. They find him strapped to a bench and proceed to gob in his mouth, abuse him, spank him with a cane and piss in his mouth. The worm has to swallow down the stinky urine before sucking clean his Masters’ dicks. Finally, Master Aaron pours red-hot candle wax over the thrashed arse cheeks of the defeated runt!
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By Mister-X/Spartan
That night Spence could see that his roommate Brad had something on his mind that he wanted to tell him. He decided to wait for Brad to bring up the subject. Finally Brad spoke.
“Roomie, I’m going to need your help for a class I’m taking.”
“What help do you need?”
“It’s from my class to help rehabilitate people who have lost their arms. The teacher wanted one of us to volunteer to go through a week of not having use of their arms and report back to the class about the experience.”
“And you volunteered for that?”
“Well, not exactly. When the teacher asked for volunteers, no one did. Then he said that the person would need the help of a roommate, and he asked whether any of us had a roommate. I stuck up my hand. I was the only one in the class who did. That’s how I got the assignment.”
Spence was thinking about having his roommate without the use of his arms. The more he thought about it, the more he was enjoying the thought. Spence was the more dominant of the two, but that had not yet progressed into them having a relationship. He had wanted to have one with Brad, who was obviously a physical hunk and seemed not to be attracted to women. But he hadn’t figured out how to broach the subject. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. He smiled and said, “Sure, I’d be more than willing to help you out.”
Meanwhile in a Brutal Tops jail cell, Master Edward humiliates and dominates this runt of a sub. The top barks abuse at the cellmate when crushing his dick on the side of a toilet and ordering him to lick food off the floor.
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By PredicamentBondage
If Marco could see a clock, he’d know it was not yet quite 11pm, and his debasement is only just beginning. This once proud example of male heterosexuality has been serving as a bio-filter below a popular gay bar for less than an hour and already he’s taken piss from twenty different guys, emptied his bladder once, swallowed about a half-a-pint of spit, been force fed two loads of slimy man-cum and been milked of his own load twice. It’s not looking good for Marco as he still has four, maybe five, hours to go.
Over the next thirty minutes the visitors to the Gents increase in number until at least one urinal is occupied at all times. The club is now about half full and Marco can hear music reverberating through the walls and floor of his basement, adding extra stimulation through the anal-invader to his already highly sensitised prostrate.
He is now consuming piss without thinking about it, and his mind wanders back in time to his life of partying, fucking and playing sports – snatched from him just hours ago. He tries to hold onto the memories but his concentration keeps coming back to his need to piss and his desire to cum yet again.
And at Brutal Tops, handsome, muscular Master Kirk appears to continue this mistreatment of the pathetic sub. He uses his powerful body and viciously dominates the sub. Pounding his body with his fists and thrashing him with a belt, Kirk causes serious damage and distress to the naked, shackled runt. This is one of the most vicious sessions ever sessions at Brutal Tops!
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By David Sellers
“You’re going to be locked in here,” Roger says, slowly stroking my cock as he looks into my eyes, “while I sleep in your bed, with your husband. But first he’s going to fuck me. Then I’m going to fall asleep in your husband’s arms and you’re still going to locked in here, helpless and miserable, because your sadistic husband allows his sadistic boyfriend to do this to you. He lets me put you away like this, lock you up like this, you pathetic fuck.”
That’s usually what Roger says — or something close to it — before he snaps the blindfold to the hood. I’m already gagged, laced tight in a sleepsack, and strapped down to the bondage board in the playroom my husband and I built a few years before we met Roger.
