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Leather daddy Kristofer Weston breaks in Brendan Patrick
At Bound Gods, leather-clad Kristofer Weston lights up his cigar in his dungeon and fills it with smoke. Brendan Patrick is driven wild, and his hairy holes beg for his Master. Kristofer unleashes brutal corporal punishment on his prisoner!
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The Ashtray
By Rubrpig
As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, and a locked posture collar. It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.
Roger was sitting in front of his laptop getting increasingly frustrated as the code he was working on just wasn’t working out. Sighing, he stood up and stretched. As usual when working on coding at home, he was wearing a heavy leather jock strap and a fully body harness. To add some incentive, he had put on a pair of eagle talon nipple clamps and a 1-ounce weight on each clamp just to make sure the clamps dug in deeper into his pierced nipples. He looked around his apartment and decided what he needed to do was get out and relax. He quickly logged onto the Eagle’s website to check out what was happening there and saw that it was a Leather and Cigar night.
Cigar Holster
With this Cigar Holster, you don’t need to worry about crushing that cigar you’ve looked forward to smoking all day. It clips directly to your belt loops and has room for two cigars, a cutter and a lighter — PLUS a spot for your ID and credit card. Fits up to an 80 Ring Gauge Cigar (Gordo). It’s a stylish and sexy way to carry your cigars at your next cigar social.
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True Potential – Part 03
By BootDeputy
“Keep it up, almost done.” A stern voice called from above Logan. He had been pissing in the funnel for what felt like three minutes now. It was mostly beer piss which went down the easiest for Logan, like drinking out of a warm water bottle.
When he finally finished, Logan mentally tallied his sixth load of urine being soaked up in his stomach.
Like pipework. Just like a real urinal, he thought to himself.
The Man had left the bathroom. He was only the second person to communicate something at Logan, making it feel a bit more intimate. The other four just simply walked in, pissed and left, which made Logan feel pulled toward a mindset that he could only describe as powerful and omnipresent in his own mind.
The Leather Cook
This cigar-smoking leatherman is taking the Internet by storm! He’s got a playroom and a sling — and yes, he also knows how to cook!
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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 07
By Hunter Perez
I imagine that being trapped in a pillory while being erotically teased by your dream lover can generate some carnal pleasures – I could be remember being aroused while watching some videos of hot guys in those types of bondage scenarios having fun with each other. Unfortunately, that was not my situation. There was no one to tickle my fancy – among other things in need of tickling – and the physical monotony of being forced into a slumped stationary pose with heavy boards controlling my head and hands quickly became stressful. But while I could tolerate the discomfort of being locked in an unnatural physical position, the prison sergeant’s presence added a new degree of emotional agony at the worst possible time.
I was baffled at his reaction upon viewing me – he clearly believed that he knew me, but that was obviously impossible unless I had a double running around in 1875. I hated to imagine which person he was mistaking me for – was I supposed to be a train robber or some other Butch Cassidy-type bad guy? Of course, claiming a bounty for the capture of such a miscreant could have excited him. But his agitation seemed more personal than professional. I recalled him saying something along the lines of “Oh no, not you” but quickly insisting he only knew of me and never met me.
