At Brutal Tops, Master Aiden continues his vicious mistreatment of this feeble sub. The snivelling runt cowers under the Master as he thrashes him with a belt, writes on his forehead and dick and then rams his dick deep into his mouth.
The runt is ordered to open up his arsehole and push a huge dildo deep up his rear as the Master sneers with contempt at how powerless he has made his weak captive.
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Two vicious Masters unite to damage this feeble sub. Derek and Edward find their sub alone and naked and scream abuse at him and order him to suck Master Edward’s hardening dick. With a belt in hand, Master Derek threatens the worm and then has the runt lick clean the stinking arsehole of his mate.
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Handsome Master Lionel makes a welcome return to continue his vicious mistreatment of this pathetic sub. The top dominates the runt by lashing a dog collar to his neck and pulling him around. All the while threatening him with a severe beating, using his mean belt. The naked sub has to swallow Lionel’s spit before licking his boots and having his own dick harshly trampled on.
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Sunday began with Colin trying to wipe away the crustiness of dried sleep-gunk in his eyes. Still only half-awake, he went to rub them clear and found his fingers’ way blocked by the confining rubber of the hood. For a brief moment overnight, it seemed he had been able to somehow forget that he was a prisoner in a form-fitting cell. His waking had been gentle; he rose smoothly and gradually from the depths of sleep. The lingering vestiges of a pleasant but already fading dream left him with a general sense of well-being. He was comfortable in his bed, the temperature was mild… and so when his hand failed to wipe his eyes the memory of his captivity came crashing back all at once. His mood instantly plummeted.
It was a tight fit, but by using more of the talc supplied in the gym bag he was able to work a finger into the mouth hole of the hood and worm it all the way up to the inner corner of his eye, clearing the tiny but infuriating chunks away. He worried the suit might zap him for tampering, but it allowed his action without interference. Even so, the effect on his mood lingered, and didn’t get better as the day went on.
He had promised Eva he would spend the afternoon at her sister’s birthday party. Prior to a few days ago, he would have told anyone who would listen “I’d do anything to get out of going!”. Now, today, he realized that there were limits on what “anything” might mean; an afternoon with Eva’s family started to seem downright appealing in comparison. Still, there was no way he could show up there. She wouldn’t like it, but he had to tell her he wasn’t going.
Texting seemed best, although it was awkward with rubber-coated fingers. Eva would have preferred he call, but that would have meant a 20-minute-long bitch session he was in no mood to listen to. So he sent a quick “Sorry got 2 cancel 2day. Will make it up 2 u promise.” She took a while to respond, but when she did, to his relief, it was to say “Thats ok, know u don’t like this kind of thing,” which was much better than he expected. He sent back “Thanks, ur the best” in appreciation.
Then it was a scrounge for breakfast – food was running low; he would need to grab some groceries soon. Preferably downtown, far away from home. There were no visitations from muscle-bound deities, so he was on his way by noon.
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For the second time in 24 hours, Clark found himself being led out of the hotel room on a chain leash, with Greg at the other end. This time, though, his body was on display as his muscles bulged around the leather slave harness. He nearly tripped as Greg yanked on the chain, but remembered how to walk in the boots and hurried down the corridor after him. The unfamiliar feel of the rail plug in his arse made him feel as if he needed to shit and as he walked he could feel the rubber tail lashing to and fro behind him. The thought of what he must look like made him blush and he was grateful for the dog hood that was covering his features.
Greg reached the lift and pressed the button calling for it. While they waited, he pushed Clark back against a wall and pressed against him, his black uniform leathers cold against Clark’s naked flesh.
“So, Clarkie, here’s the deal. You are displaying some of my goods and so you will do whatever I tell you to. Disobey and you will be punished, obey and maybe I can convince Vickers to reduce your debt. Understand?”
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His arse bright red from a recent thrashing, painpig is dragged in to be fucked hard by Master Darren. The young builder sticks his rampant tool up the bottom’s sore arse and begins happily thrusting away. The squealing sod can barely speak as Darren plows deep and fast into his arse. But Dave makes him describe his humiliation by giving him nasty slaps to the head.
Dave whips out his cock and demands to be serviced by the bottom’s slobbering mouth. This BJ rapidly turns into a throat fuck. Darren goes first, depositing tasty gobs of fresh sperm into the wretched bottom’s mouth. Ordered to swallow Darren’s mess, his mouth then receives another present, this time from the soldier Dave.
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Dave and Darren are up for fun today. They have a pain pig to play with and two arses that need a good licking. But pain pig needs to earn that reward. The object of the exercise is total pain, because the two sadists know they’ll get a better rimming from their bottom that way.
He’s bound to the weight bench and they torment his cock and balls with clothespins to make it a real porcupine before turning their attention to his nipples and applying bulldog clips to them.
Darren’s hairy nuts need a clean next, and both delicious globes are pressed into the bottom’s mouth. Darren makes a nice seat out of the pain pig’s mouth, wriggling his young builder’s bare ass onto his mouth while Dave flogs the poor bugger.
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