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Sparring Practice

By Rubrpig

Tony walked into the martial arts studio belonging to his buddy and part time Top. He headed for the office as he got a text message to report for 9am. Since the message was signed SIR, he knew he was in for a session with Antonio. He walked in and found Sir Antonio sitting behind his desk waiting. About time you got here, I told you 9am so what time do you think this is. Tony nodded and apologized for keeping his Sir waiting. He watched his Sir as he stood up and walked around the desk and came up to him. He looked at his Sir and wondered what was up.

Sir Antonio smiled and told Tony that he had something special for him. Tony had confided once to his Sir about a fantasy he had about becoming an object. This seemed to intrigue his Sir but nothing came out of it. Sir Antonio nodded and told Tony to follow him and they left the office and went back to the rear storeroom. Once inside, Sir told Tony to strip and when he was done to lay down on the massage table. Tony quickly stripped off his shoes, and sweats and removed his jock then climbed up on the table. He laid there and watched his Sir pull on a pair of latex gloves, then open a sealed package. He removed a coil of tubing and realized that it was a catheter. He laid there while Sir Antonio squirted sterile lube into his urethra and then began to slide the catheter tube into his cock. He felt the pressure on his bladder as the tube slide into his bladder and he watched as Sir injected the saline into the bulb locking the tube inside his bladder.

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Edge Failure — Chapter 01

By Bikermike

I contemplated how I had failed as I hung there naked, my wrists in heavy metal shackles suspended from the ceiling; my balls stretched taut by a steel ring, connected to a chain attached to the floor. Thus, my body was fixed there in a tight X shape, my ankles being about three feet apart. There was to be no “stopword”, no release, just the enevitability of a severe beating. l was rock hard and awaited my fate.

I had failed the “edging” test: He had bet me, on the pain of a flogging, that I would ejaculate before an hour of His edgeplay had expired. I will narrate here more or less what happened.

We had met in a nearby bikers’ caff several weeks before. Somehow, our conversation had turned to sex, our fetishes and our perversions. I had confided that I liked man-man sadomasochism; fifty-fifty dom or sub. He told me that while he had “subbed” on a few occasions He considered Himself to be mainly a “top”. He certainly looked the part: He rode a Fireblade and wore a leather race suit that exactly matched the bike’s paintwork. As always, He sat outside the caff with His leathers undone down to His navel, exposing His muscled chest and occasionally allowing a glimpse of His pierced nipples. At six foot four, I somehow could not imagine Him ever “subbing” for anybody!

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The Purchase – Part 05

By slavebladeboi

We were only about 15 minutes or so in the kitchen, and after I cleared things away I followed Daz down the stairs to the cellar. The light was on and Daz was in the centre of the room kneeling at Zero’s head. I wondered for a second what he was doing, so I slowly walked round the pair to see better without disturbing them. I was surprised, to say the least. Daz had untied the sleeve and taken it off the slave completely. He was very carefully and skilfully massaging his still sweaty back, well developed shoulders and arms whilst at the same time telling him how excellent a slave he was and how well he had born the treatment so far.

“It’s not over yet, slave,” I heard him say, almost to himself he was so soft, “But you’ll be fine. You’re the type of slave I’ve always wanted but never been able to afford. So now you’re mine by proxy whenever I visit your Master.”

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 02

By TheBadOne

Chapter Two- Programming

My racing heart begins to settle in the first few minutes alone, as I take stock of my situation. The rubber suit is well-lubricated on the inside, and fits precisely over my muscled body. I had never tried rubber on before Master introduced me to it, but I took to it immediately- I always look forward to when he has me wear it, and have so far never reached a point where I wanted to take it off. But, I’ve also never had it on for as long as I’m about to. Still, so far so good.

In the rapid transition from standing at attention to isolation bondage, I didn’t even realize that I was still in my boots. They were expensive, a big purchase I made after a modeling gig I got for an athletic wear company- one I never would have gotten without Master’s demanding workout routines. Though a gift for myself, they were also an homage to him- twelve inches high, just about midway up my calves, stitched and laced in yellow- a color that was always one of my favorites, suiting my dark hair and deeply tanned olive skin, but which has since evolved to indicate my growing affinity for watersports- piss play being something which simultaneously turns me on deeply, but is also profoundly humiliating.

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Waiting

By boyryan54

boyryan54Time has lost meaning for me. I have no idea what time of day it is, or even what day it is. I know I haven’t been here longer than a week, but I have no idea how much time has passed. Master has kept me in the dark this whole time. Most of what I am aware of is darkness, stillness, and what some people consider quietness. In my time spent here isolated, I realize nothing is ever quiet. I can hear my heart beat, the slight noises of Master’s house settling. Occasionally, I hear the AC system turn on and off. Most of the time it’s boring, but this is what I begged for.

Due to my lack of external stimulus, I have grown to be aware of my body. I can feel the slight air bubbles moving under my latex suit, the calming weight of the chains, the sound my breathing makes though the gas mask, the occasional beam of light that sneaks past the covered lenses.

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 09

By Nitro

Jake turned the lights down a bit over his toy and sat back, enjoying watching the peaceful sleep he was enjoying.

It’s only been three short days, but it feels like he has had his new boy for much longer. While Ian slept, Jake started silently preparing some things for the evening ahead. He walked over to the short but long steel cage and opened the door and slid out the floor panel. The cage was long enough to hold a man lying flat, but short enough that it can’t sit up, being only about 18 inches tall. He laid out the leather sleep sack with built-in arm sleeves.

He walked over to Ian and while he was still asleep he started working his cock into a small cock cage with imbedded dull spikes inside the crown. As he was just about to click the lock shut he noticed his boy was slowly waking up.

CLICK

GRUNT

“That will keep your wood under control for me, faggot.” He said as he rubbed the very sore balls.

GRUNT

He reached over and started up clipping the restraints, and helped his boy sit up on the table. Ian was moving awkwardly because of the thick posture collar, but he slowly sat up and put his full weight on the large plug up his hole.

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Rubber Object

By Rubrpig

Rob was excited as he was heading for an appointment to get fitted for his first custom made rubber gear. He had done some research and found that a local maker of rubber gear had an excellent reputation for quality and the specialized fit of their gear. He was excited as he had only recently discovered his strong attraction to rubber and latex when a buddy loaned him a latex catsuit. Just putting on that catsuit and feeling of the tight stretchy latex coated in lube sliding over his skin instantly got his cock rock hard and pre-cum dripping.

Arriving at the address provided when he made the appointment he found himself standing on the sidewalk in front of an old Victorian mansion in the Cabbage Town area of Toronto. Opening the gate and walking up to the front door just made him more excited. Ringing the bell, he waited and soon the door opened and the man standing there smiling at him made him start. The man was 6’3″, heavily muscled with a shaved head and dark full beard. He smiled and asked if he was Rob. Rob acknowledged that and asked if he was Jason. The man smiled again and said he was and come in so we can get started.

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‘Gag the fag’ action with a cigar daddy and a collared leather slave

He shoves his master's fat cock so deep into his mouth that he almost has to puke

Leather Big Wolf is a sexy hunk of a man. Tall, hairy, striking and always looking for sacrifices for his games. Axl is the perfect bottom. Submissive and ready for anything. He shoves his master’s fat cock so deep into his mouth that he almost has to puke.

Leatherbigwolf won’t let him escape. He rips at his head and pushes him on the fat slimy monster until he gets no more air and beads of thick spit strings on his nuts. His master now stands up and rams his cock even deeper into his face. So deep that the spit squirts from his mouth. The wolf smokes his cigar in peace and makes his slave verbally ready. To go to the next stage. Axl is now in a sling. His hairless ass stretches towards his master and he works with his fingers, dildo and finally also with his fist, which slides into the Pitschnassen ass channel. When the cunt is open enough, the tail is pushed immediately afterwards. The Wolf gives Axl a fuck that makes him moan like a pig. The pent-up sperm sauce squirts from his master deep into his mouth.

Leatherbigwolf is a sexy hunk of a man

Title of this shoot: Leather Big Wolf vs Axl Black Part 2

Keywords: leather, daddy, hairy, smoking, domination, fisting, face fucking, European

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Leather Big Wolf vs Axl Black

Here is a description in German (with apologies for any grammar mistakes):

Leatherbigwolf ist ein wahrer Prachtsaukerl. Grofl, behaart, markant und immer auf der Suche nach Opfern f¸r seine Spiele. Axl ist der perfekte Bottom. Unterw¸rfig, dauergeil und zu allem bereit.

Er schiebt sich den fetten Pr¸gel seines Masters so tief ins Maul dass er fast kotzen muss. Leatherbigwolf ihm kein Entkommen. Er reiflt an seinem Kopf und dr¸ckt ihn auf den fetten schleimigen Monsterschwanz bis er keine Luft mehr bekommt und dicke Spuckfen an der Eichel runterperlen. Sein Master steht jetzt auf und rammt ihm den Schwanz noch tiefer in die Fresse. So tief dass die Schleimspucke rechts und links aus dem Maul spritzt. Der Wolf raucht in aller Ruhe seine Zigarre und macht seinen Sklaven verbal fertig. Auf gehts zur nchsten Stufe der Erniedrigung. Mit Stahlnippelklammern liegt Axl jetzt in einem Sling. Sein unbehaarter Arsch streckt sich seinem Master entgegen und der bearbeitet ihn mit Fingern, Dildo und endlich auch mit seiner Faust, die sich in den pitschnassen Arschkanal schiebt. Als die Fotze offen genug ist wird der Schwanz gleich hinterher geschoben. Der Wolf gibt Axl einen Fick der ihn wie ein Schwein sthnen lsst. Die aufgestaute Sperma Sofle spritzt ihm sein Master dann tief ins Maul. So und nicht anders behandelt man devote Schweine.

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