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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 12

By Nitro

Nitro AtlantaIn Ian’s storage confines he heard the earbuds in his hood turn on, and he knew that SIR was up to something.

“Good boy – now get to work. I’m fucking horny and need to get off.” He heard his SIR growl in his deep gruff voice. And this made his own cock throb in the spiked chastity cage and made him growl into the gag and start sucking on it with earnest. He just KNEW that SIR was watching him on the camera so he wanted to please his SIR. He started to slowly wiggle in the sleepsack, thus triggering the heavy electro, and he began panting as the shocks hit harder.

He pictured SIR in full leathers and enjoying an Asylum cigar as he had his cock serviced and the visual was driving him wild. His cock was steadily throbbing harder into the spikes in the cage, and fucking hell it hurt. Jake continued to clench on the fat plug and suck on the gag in time with one another, wishing they were both a little bit bigger as the predicament went on.

What the fuck was he thinking – BIGGER?!?!

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Pictures: LeathermanPS

Check out these pictures of LeathermanPS — he is a hot, booted, cigar-smoking leather man in Palm Springs with a mustache! Some of these images show him working over his “f@ggot,” whom he has locked in chastity!

hot, booted, cigar-smoking leather man in Palm Springs with a mustache

 

Fucking HOT if you ask me! You can find LeathermanPS on Twitter and on Recon under the name LeathermanPS. He says that recently an impostor has been using his pictures on Recon to set up fake accounts so be aware that he only goes by LeathermanPS!

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!

Leather daddy Kristofer Weston breaks in Brendan Patrick

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muscular god Pierce Paris decides to help him out with some psychology

Waiting

By boyryan54

boyryan54Time has lost meaning for me. I have no idea what time of day it is, or even what day it is. I know I haven’t been here longer than a week, but I have no idea how much time has passed. Master has kept me in the dark this whole time. Most of what I am aware of is darkness, stillness, and what some people consider quietness. In my time spent here isolated, I realize nothing is ever quiet. I can hear my heart beat, the slight noises of Master’s house settling. Occasionally, I hear the AC system turn on and off. Most of the time it’s boring, but this is what I begged for.

Due to my lack of external stimulus, I have grown to be aware of my body. I can feel the slight air bubbles moving under my latex suit, the calming weight of the chains, the sound my breathing makes though the gas mask, the occasional beam of light that sneaks past the covered lenses.

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 08

By Nitro

Pup Nitro storiesJake cut the end of his Asylum 13 cigar and lit his torch, slowly rotating the cigar in his lip as the flame lit the tip as he took drags.  Taking nice deep drags and exhaling the smoke, he savored the flavor of the stick while watching the bound Meat in front of him continue to sweat.  Thick clouds of smoke surrounded his face that was slightly obscured by the leather Muir cap.  This encounter is going to be deliciously slow.  He wants Ian to realize exactly what he’s up against.  Jake has been setting this trap and preparing the bait for a very, very long time.

GRUNT

*pause*

GRUNT*

Ian can smell the cigar, but he can no longer see SIR and the amazing gear he put on.  “FUCK, i just want to see him puffing that cigar.” He thought to himself.

GRUNT

Ian knew he was truly screwed.  His shoulders were on fire being held in this position after such a hard workout, his back was stiff from not being able to move, his asshole and balls just FUCKING HURT.  However, his cock had never in his life been harder.  He just knew that the slightest touch would make him shoot his load all over the place… oh god this would all really hurt then.  He continued to pull against the restraints slowly, testing them, hoping one of the pulleys would give him the slightest amount of relief. Of course due to the position any movement in the slightest caused him to inadvertently tug on the pulley connected to his nipple clamp chains.

GRUNNNNNNTTTTTT

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