These shots are from ‘Heavy Duty’ from the men of Titan Men Rough:
Hunter Marx and Dirk Caber and a Chastity Cock Cage (available from Mr S)
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Happy Locktober to all who celebrate
It’s Locktober! Who’s in on the action this year? For those of you in and around New York City, there will special events!
CagedJock and Kink3D are hosting Locktoberfest this coming Saturday, October 4, 2025, from 10 pm to 3 am in Brooklyn:
Details about Locktoberfest here
Also in NYC, Peter Cage will be hosting LOCKED: Locktober Edition on Tuesday, October 14, 2025, starting at 7 pm at Rockbar NYC.
And then Peter Cage and Pup Roger will host PERV: Locktober Finale, on Thursday, October 30, 2025, starting at 7, also at Rockbar NYC.
For those who need to purchase a chastity cage, click here
Iron Range – Part 03
By Linc
The farm was finally quieting down. Harvest was done, irrigation lines rolled up, and the air carried the crisp bite of change. Days still started early, but they didn’t run long. Not anymore. Jack found himself restless. Not from lack of sleep, not from too much work, but from too little to do. So when Ethan asked if he wanted a ride into town, Jack didn’t hesitate. He jumped at the chance, the belt by now as familiar as his boots.
Ethan gave him a look, glancing to Jack’s waist then chin tipping toward the main house in a silent question. Jack just shrugged, and hopped in the truck. he ten-mile drive went by in a blink. They stopped at the bar around half past six after picking up provisions for the coming weeks. They had a beer each, enjoying the quiet hum of the place. An hour in, Ethan glanced toward the window, then back to Jack. “I’m heading home. You want to stay awhile?”
Jack considered it, weighing the quiet of the farm against the possibility of something—anything—different. “Yeah. I’ll stay a bit.”
Ethan gave a small nod. “Text when you’re ready.”
GI Jock
The Caged Jock is wearing camo canvas military pants. He slides down the waistband and reveals a matching camoflauge thong. He rubs the green and tan fabric that is stretched over his locked cock. The Caged Jock has a hungry hole and knows how to amplify his own deep sexual energy. He puckers his exposed hole and encases himself in a gas mask. The pressure builds. He extracts a thick clear gunge from a bucket and holds it above his rubber covered head. The goo seeps and drips down over his muscular body, covering him in a web of sticky sludge.
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Title: GI Jock
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Iron Range – Part 02
By Linc
Note: This story originally appeared on LockedMEN. It is being shared here with permission.
The heat of summer was well underway, and things had finally slowed enough that weekends started feeling like weekends again: shorter days, lighter work.
During the midday sun, when no one wanted to move more than they had to, Jack sat beside Ethan on the porch, drinking nothing stronger than sun-brewed sweet tea.
“Been meaning to ask,” Jack said, tipping his glass. “That barn — it belong to a neighbor? I know we don’t have livestock.”
“Still mine,” Ethan replied. “Nearest neighbor’s a mile off, easy.”
Jack squinted toward the fields. “How big is this place, anyway? I’ve been working it, but if someone asked me, I don’t think I could even guess.”
“Just over five hundred acres,” Ethan said, like it wasn’t much.
“So what’s it for then, if it’s not for livestock?”
“Storage, mostly. Used to be my dog’s spot during the day — back when I had one. He didn’t like it when I got too far off. I needed him somewhere out of the way. Safe from the equipment.”
A Custom Built Isolation Cell
By Scribe
I am quite proud of the dungeon I have built in my basement. I have a cross, bondage table, doggy cage, and sling together with the usual equipment; hoods, sleepsack, restraints, floggers, and whips. The problem is, my visits with an available dom are infrequent. My bondage equipment requires that someone else secures me and releases me. I never get as much bondage and punishment as I would like.
Consequently, I read with interest an ad from Discipline Technologies offering to build a prison cell in my own home. I could imprison myself without any help and remain incarcerated for up to two weeks before being released, again without outside assistance.
I requested additional details and received a packet of information illustrating designs and options. The cost was substantial but the product looked very exciting, much beyond any bondage I had ever experienced.
I chose what DT called a pit cell. The cell would be in my basement dungeon but entry would be from a trap door built into the floor from the bedroom above.
Iron Range – Part 01
By Linc
Note: This story originally appeared on LockedMEN. It is being shared here with permission.
Jack stepped off the bus with a grunt, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The Minnesota air hit him like a slap — crisp and clean, with the faint scent of pine and chimney smoke.
He adjusted the bag, its weight a dull throb in his shoulder — eight pounds of nostalgia in the form of books, old electronics, and private indulgences. His laptop alone — stuffed with saved articles, annotated stories, and folder names he’d never say out loud — might as well have had a neon sign on it: Escapist with a wi-fi addiction.
Now there was no signal. Just gravel underfoot and a mile-long driveway between him and the farmhouse.
The structure rose in the distance like a memory of another century — broad porch, smoke curling from a chimney, silence thick enough to drown in. Jack squinted up at the steel roof catching the last of the sunset. The place looked more fortress than farm. He could already feel his city softness recoiling. But he needed this.