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It started with Mitts –Part 03

By bondagegimp

Preparing for the Night

Whereas before, with only the padded leather cap, I still had the opportunity to speak, even if everything was muffled by the harness, now there was no option to articulate a single word. Even though I hadn’t said anything the whole time, suddenly being deprived of the opportunity to say anything scared me again. There was that sinking feeling in my stomach again. My look probably said it all, Bob gently stroked my head to calm me down, but at the same time held me with an iron grip.

“Shh, calm down. The gag doesn’t have to stay in for long. I’ll take it out again overnight. I just want to protect you from yourself, because I don’t want to hear you talking back when we discuss your arrangements for the night. And you don’t want me to have to use the shock collar either, do you?

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Naked humiliation and bondage for a construction worker

Poor Mike is a 26-year-old, sexy, unemployed construction laborer in desperate need of cash. He kneels and humbly states his need, then gets stripped and gets his cock and balls squeezed and twisted while he flinches in pain. He then gets hogtied as he writhes in pain and humiliation.

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See the video at Hard Up Straight Guys — a site where men age caught doing things they never thought they would do on camera!

Title of this shoot: “Mike – Part 1”

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Human Cattle – Part 07

By Pickle

Once Steve had massaged my arms and shoulders back to life and given me some water, he said, “Ok, Pick my boy.  Round Two!  Let’s get you all fixed up here dude.”

With that, he started the winch up again and got my wrists above my head. Then he affixed a bi-polar alligator clamp to each of my nipples.  Next came an electro pad for each of my abs. He was careful not to pull my shirt out when he did that. Then two on each bicep.  He smiled and looked at the wire coming out of the fly of my jeans that he had attached what now seemed like eons ago, and said, “I think we’re gonna have to deal with something else here too buddy.”  He reached through my fly and carefully pulled out my junk.  Again being careful not to disturb my shirt.  He clearly wanted those damned shirttails to stay tucked in tight.

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