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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 04

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By Sorbus

“Ca. . . Cabin, Sir? You said something about a, uh, cabin?” The words tangled on my tongue. My cage was achingly tight, my arousal making it bob up and down like it was drunk. I felt light headed. . . obviously because all of the blood in my body was pumping down towards my waist.

“That’s right boy,” Stevens said with a grin. “But before we go there, I want to make sure Johnson and Rookie are on their way. I don’t think either of us really want to have to answer the kinds of questions those two would ask. So let’s just get comfortable, shall we? Let’s get to know each other a little.”

I started to get to my feet, but a firm hand indicated I was to remain kneeling. “Whoa there, cowboy. Just where do you think you’re going? No need to get to up. Besides, you’d better rest that ankle some more. We’ve got a few miles of walking before the day will be done. And before playtime can really begin.”

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 01

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By Sorbus

Grabbing my satchel – yes country boys can carry those! – I made sure its contents were safely tucked away. No need for my leather toys to fall on the path in front of some city slickers who had come out camping for a mid-week adventure. . . the sounds of others at the surrounding campsites meant such an event wouldn’t end well for me, especially in this uber-conservative part of the country.

Holding my water bottle in one hand, I headed off into the woods. It was in the opposite direction of the lake, so I was confident that all I needed was a mile or two of distance before I could safely have that solo play I’d been craving. I drank deeply as my booted feet touched the packed dirt. A puff of dust nearly had me coughing out that water – the woods were far too dry for this time of year and temperatures were going to soar. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but the little brain in my locked organ was urging me onward, so onward I would go! At least it would keep those campers close to the water, and away from where I’d be.

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The Caged Jock is Dicked Down

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The Caged Jock is featured in an erotic film. He is caged in chastity while wearing a belt equipped with a 9-inch dildo. It doesn’t take much to convince him to show off that massive dildo (or to bend over and give it to himself). That’s a request that only an erotic muse like The Caged Jock can handle. The lights are low, and it looks like someone is about to get ‘Dicked Down.’

The Caged Jock is Dicked Down

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The Caged Jock is Dicked Down

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Master Kirk continues to torment his chastity slave

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And at Brutal Tops, handsome, muscular Master Kirk appears to continue this mistreatment of the pathetic sub. He uses his powerful body and viciously dominates the sub. Pounding his body with his fists and thrashing him with a belt, Kirk causes serious damage and distress to the naked, shackled runt. This is one of the most vicious sessions ever sessions at Brutal Tops!

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 04

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 4: The Day After

Despite being tired, I struggle to get to sleep. I have to admit, I am not really used to wearing a muzzle, bondage shorts and mitts to sleep… Physically, all these things are rather uncomfortable. But the worst thing is that they’re arousing. And I have been aroused for hours now without being able to release myself. But the worst of the worst is Finn pressed up against me, his arm wrapped around me like a predator encircling its prey, with no intention of letting it get away. I actually have no desire to sleep. I want him to caress me, to rub against me. I want to feel his muscular body transferring his strength to me.

But Finn lies motionless beside me. He is breathing deeply. I try to move to change position slightly, but I feel his muscles tense.

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Morning Routine

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By Pup Aros

*buzz buzz. buzz buzz.*

BZZT. BZZT.

I am literally shocked awake. Groggy for a moment, but not long, I wince from the morning routine shock to my neck that wakes me daily. I never get used to that feeling, like someone’s attached thousands of threads to each muscle fiber in my face and yanked them all down towards my neck. Sir has allotted me 5 minutes to gather myself and prepare myself before my cage door opens, and I’m grateful for it. Every night, He shuts the door to my cage. Depending on how well I’ve served Him, I may have a blanket and mattress and pillow. Yesterday, I’d made several mistakes with my protocol, and so for five minutes, I sit on the steel bars of the floor responsible for my fitful rest.

The lock on the cage buzzes, clicks, and the door swings open. My room in Sir’s house is a modest concrete cell. The cage is in one corner across the room from the door. On the wall to the right of the door, there’s a wall-hung cot heavy with straps and the black mass of my sleepsack, which is my alternate sleeping arrangement.

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