Meet Nathan, aka @bft4evr, who describes himself as a gay kinky switch into chastity, bondage, shackles, forced barefooting, bastinado/falaka, sole roasting, tickling, and generally any safe foot torture:
You can find this guy on Recon and FetLife as BFT4evr
And on Twitter as @bft4evr
Speaking of Twitter, he has TWO recent threads including videos of his adventures. To see, click here and here.
The Locked Doc is a website featuring the writings of a kinky guy who is into serious, long-term chastity. If you subscribe as I have, you get an email every time he adds a new post, usually several times a month.
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By Kinkytwinkboy
It all started with a curious chat online. The guy seamed pretty eager to meet, and we messaged a bit before we made a plan to meet. I was told only to bring my phone and the clothes I was wearing, nothing more. It was a pair of leather jeans and a hoodie plus a pair of AF1. No underwear allowed.
I took the train to the station I was told, and it seemed I was the only one there. After some time I got a new message with directions of where to walk just a few minutes away. A car was waiting.
He greeted me with “finally” before he quickly locked on a steel collar that was attached to the seat. “Shit I didn’t know, we didn’t plan that.”
Before I knew I was also cuffed and told to behave, or else I would need a gag and hood too.
We were to drive to a cabin, and this was where the surprise was.
Check out these scenes from ‘Ice Torment – Bound Gods Live Show’
Abel Archer and John Smith are bound to each other, legs interlocked, arms behind their backs and blindfolded. As they try to untie themselves, Connor Maguire and Van taunt them with crops. Stripped naked to reveal their chastity, they are teased mercilessly as Connor gets them aroused inside the hard cock casings. A heavy flogging is issued to both with rope gags tied off to the floor, putting them in a brutal back arch position. With John and Abel tied up to wooden posts, Van suspends giant chunks of ice from their balls, covers them in clothespins and hoses them down. They scream in pain as the high velocity hose pelts their bodies. Connor then fucks the near exhausted captives as they get their feet caned. After sharing Connor’s load, they get their own cum machine fucked out of them to the delight of the members watching live.
Models in this shoot: Van Darkholme, Abel Archer, John Smith, Connor Maguire
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These vintage chastity pictures are from Mr S
By findingmyself1986
In the quiet and darkness of the cell you cannot do anything but focus on the itching of the jlube and the heaviness of the bondage. You struggle to try and find a spot of comfort, but every movement causes the jlube to bite further into the welts. Finally the sweat starts building into the heavy rubber. The sweat mixes with the jlube, and as the burning subsides you start to drift and think how this came to be.
For years you have longed to be an extended-service rubber gimp. When the doms presented you with this plan your dick jumped and started to leak. However it was made clear: agree now or never. When you agreed one of the doms cuffed your hands behind your back, another threw a bag of ice on your dick as you screamed and a third pulled out an intense chastity belt with three locks.
As the ice did its job the belt came together and then your soft dick was threaded through the cage and you heard the clicks of the locks. The fourth dom gathered all the keys, tapping your cage with his boot and told you you’re a lucky gimp. The fifth dom took your pants and put you in a pair of skimpy running shorts for the bus ride home. There was no way to fully hide the belt with the skimpiness of the shorts.
By Cutieboy90
Come to Whistler, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.
Mitch grunted in frustration as he replayed the events of the last several days in his mind. He and his friends were avid skiers, so when they offered a week-long stay at Whistler, Mitch had of course taken them up on it. What he didn’t think about, though he now realized he should have, was payment. Mitch groaned. His body was sore. No, not from hours of black diamond runs, not at all. But from being left hogtied on the couch all day.
He was in his full gear, compression layers, long underwear, ski bib, a sweater, and parka. His thick socks, scarf, hat, and gloves were on too, as well as his goggles and boots. It looked hot as hell, and he certainly was. His hands were tied behind his back, with a simple chest harness. His feet were drawn up as tight as the thick layers of clothing allowed, and tied off to the harness. A rank sweaty sock had been stuffed in his mouth and tied in with another pair, compliments of his buds. The back of the gag was tied back to his boots, forcing his body into an uncomfortable arch.
