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It started with Mitts – Part 19-2

By Bondagegimp

Jad

Bob holds me in his arms for a long time. I feel depressed. So weak and exposed. Subjugated. Bob has shown me his power. He has shown me how much he has me in his grasp. He makes the decisions. Not me. Just because he shows a moment of weakness doesn’t mean anything will change for me. I actually really like that about Bob, that he has no problem showing himself to be weak and vulnerable sometimes. He doesn’t have to constantly play the macho like Jad. Jad doesn’t allow himself any weaknesses; he always has to be the tough guy.

That’s probably why it’s hitting me harder than expected. The restraints aren’t actually very restrictive; it’s this five-point chain combination that I’ve had several times before: a collar, then a chain to the handcuffs, and then to the ankle cuffs. Sure, it restricts my movements, but I can still move. And muzzles and mittens are nothing new to me. But after Bob leaned against me like that, I briefly felt like an equal. For a moment, I really thought he was going to free me. Especially since the harsh restraints and the electroshock treatment had worn me down. I’m exhausted, I’d like a break. And Bob feels that, I know that. But he doesn’t give me a break, he doesn’t let me out of my situation. The feeling of freedom. I had almost forgotten it. In Bob’s moment of weakness, it suddenly flashed through my mind, but it was an illusion.

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Bully Catches a Skinny Twink Sniffing Underwear and Fucks Him

Skylar swallows Trevor’s dick as if he had no alternative, but secretly, he enjoys every inch of his bully’s throbbing meat. Bullying becomes an intense fuck session when even Trevor is turned on by the situation and decides to lick Skylar’s hole. What started off as a threat becomes a secret between the two men as the straight-ish jock enjoys pounding the loser’s cock-starvin’ asshole.

 

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 17

Chapter 17: The Pit’s Flood

Piss Soaks – Steel Holds

By Restrained4U

The pit pulsed, air heavy with sweat and leather, red lights flickering over concrete walls that loomed tighter since Marcus’s biometric lock sealed their fate.

Leo slumped in his chair, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, cane welts itching under damp skin, eyes darting with a wild mix of frustration and jagged glee. Marcus lounged, jeans tight, boots scuffed, chest streaked with wax crust, shifting slightly, the beers from earlier pressing his bladder. Ryan sat stiff, vest creased, cap low, leather pants scuffed. Jamie leaned forward, latex uniform slick with sweat, patrol boots scuffing, exhaustion carving a bitter edge into his shadowed glare – fidgeting, full and ready to unload.

Leo took the black velvet bag from the table – Marcus’s toss still ringing – shaking it with a clink of cards sharp in the air. “My turn – guess I’ll see what this pit’s got for me,” he rasped, voice thick with a surfer’s drawl turned dark, a hint of humility softening the edge. He pulled a black card, white letters stark, reading slow, “Restrained to the shower wall, all others drench you through the grate until there’s no more to give.” He set it down – FLOOD’S DRENCH – jaw tightening as he stared at it, mind churning. Flood? Drench? Is this what I think – piss from these bastards? A twisted grin flickered, fading to a hard stare.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 11

By Takeo

Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – What an evening

My muscles are really starting to ache. I am still locked in this little cage, on my knees, my head sticking out of the cage and trapped in the straitjacket built into the cage door. I’m wearing the sports outfit Tom had worn for his fitness session this morning. The smell of it still fills my nostrils. I love the smell of guys’ sweat, and being tied up like this in an outfit like that is very hot.

My hands are cuffed behind my back, I am gagged with a big ball gag and my eyes are blindfolded.

Tom’s and Flo’s juices have dried on my face, but the smell is still there. I feel totally humiliated, like discarded after having been used. Like a toy to be put on the shelf and come back for later. Maybe it is so.

The position is very uncomfortable, especially after being tied up and used all afternoon. I was not under any illusions, I was not expecting to be released since I was the one who asked to be tied up permanently, not to have a break during those 7 days in Berlin. And of course Florian didn’t need to be begged to grant my request. However, Florian’s treatment is more intense than I could have imagined. Much more intense. Infinitely more intense!

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The Alpha Who Moved in Next Door

By Cuffed Locked

I couldn’t believe my luck when that smokin’ hot guy moved in next door. He drove a pickup truck. Tall and lean, short buzzcut, muscled arms and wearing a sleeveless T. If I had known the trouble I would eventually get into with this alpha guy, I might have thought twice before even going over there in the first place to introduce myself. He was bringing in some boxes that were stacked up in his driveway. I introduced myself as his next-door neighbor and offered to help.

He sized me up right quick and got me to help him move some of those boxes into his three-stall garage. He was friendly but also a bit devilish, almost cocky. Guys like that who are so good looking, in my experience, can often be trouble. I think he might have noticed me checking him out, but he didn’t seem to mind. He told me his name was Ryan and that he was a firefighter.

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