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Video: Frat boy Thomas is roped to a bondage chair

In this free preview from the men of Roped Studs, frat boy Thomas is roped to a bondage chair, arms up high over his head, knees bent back. Tight hemp rope digs into his abs, pressing him tight against the chair rails. Thomas pulls on the ropes, but he can’t escape. He is trapped, and rope man J.J. can do anything he wants to his body. So J.J. gets busy, first with a whip, than with a razor-sharp pinwheel:

 

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 07

By StyleMe

Chapter 7: The old world – my new world

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. There was daylight. Everything around me looked like a hotel room. I didn’t know where I was, but it must have been a very expensive hotel. I felt a steel rod in my tongue and all of a sudden the last couple of days were back in my mind. I was fully awake instantly. I saw a mirror and jumped in front of it. Was this really me? Still in leather. I wore skintight black leather pants and a black tight biker jacket. Under the jacket my body was strapped into a full body harness. If I didn’t shut the jacket you could see the harness and my nipple rings too. The boots on my feet looked and felt very strange, but horny too. What a kinky style!

I stood in front of the mirror and couldn’t believe what I saw. That guy looked totally different from me. Once again (or still?) I was horny. All the leather made me crazy. My right hand instinctively wandered to my crotch. But I had to learn that I was still wearing the chastity belt. The huge plug was also still locked up my ass. I opened the leather pants and saw that there was no opening mechanism at the chastity belt. I tried to take off those crazy boots, but the boot chains were locked also. Same problem with the harness. I searched the room. All I could find were my keys and 10 quarters on the table. I accepted that I had to wear this outfit on my way back home. The thought also turned me on. I put the money and keys into my pocket and peeked out of the room where I saw a long corridor. Yes, it was a hotel.

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