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The Lock-In – Part 03
By Cuffed Locked
I was standing, barefoot, in a basement that stretched for miles. Walls of concrete rose endlessly in all directions. There was no ceiling. Just endless gray sky and a cold, metallic echo. A heavy iron collar clamped snug around my neck, and chains trailed from it in all directions. Not one, but dozens, all bolted into the ground like spider legs. They didn’t hold me still. They guided me. Each time I took a step, the slack on one chain would tighten, jerking me back. Every move required careful planning, and even then, I felt like a marionette tangled in its own strings.
In the distance, I saw Caleb. Arms crossed. Smirking. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, jeans, boots. He looked clean, fresh, untouched by the dust and grime that clung to me. His hands were tucked casually into his pockets. Beside him stood Derek, spinning a pair of handcuffs on his finger like they were a toy. They approached slowly, bootsteps echoing across the hollow concrete floor.
A bully gets bullied
Usually you see this guy dishing out the abuse. Not today. At BrutalTops, brand-new, handsome young Master Lionel arrives to find his pathetic, squirming sub all alone and naked on his knees. The contemptuous top attaches a shock collar to the sub and causes him real pain before ordering him to lick clean his armpits.
This excites the top, who then drops his trousers so that the sub can deeply rim his stinking asshole. After his hole has been thoroughly cleaned, the excited Master squats down on the runt and continues the humiliating and degrading mistreatment.
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The Jougs
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
A note from Art: “Here is a short story, soaked in wine, rain, shame, and steel”:
I dinnae remember fallin’ asleep in the alley, but I surely woke up there — flat on my back, cheek pressed to wet stone, and a mouth like I’d been suckin’ on ashes all night.
The bottle was still clutched in my fist — half-empty and warm from my own body. Cheap red wine, the kind that burns more comin’ up than it does goin’ down. The kind that gets you noticed.
And noticed, I was.
I heard him before I saw him — the scrape of leather soles and the hollow clomp of boots with purpose. Then his shadow stretched long over me like a cross at sunset.
I blinked up into his face — his face — that square jaw framed by the kind of gray muttonchops that only grew on men who feared neither sin nor storm. His eyes were cold. Steel blue. Judgmental.
The Lock-In – Part 01
By Cuffed Locked
It was a Friday afternoon when I wandered over to Caleb’s garage, as I had dozens of times before. I usually stopped by on Fridays. We had one of those neighborly routines, not quite friends, not quite strangers, but something in between. I’d wander over with a beer and a story from the office. He liked my stories, and I liked watching him work. It was easy. Today, the late-summer heat was thick in the air, and the sound of Caleb’s tools echoed out into the driveway, clinks and whirrs like music he didn’t need speakers for.
His place always looked like the inside of a junkyard exploded and reorganized itself into a workshop. Piles of wires, wood scraps, old appliances taken apart and half rebuilt into God knows what. There was a sort of madness to it, but Caleb had a talent for rigging up stuff that worked. Dangerous stuff, sometimes. Genius stuff, always.
He was working on some half-dismantled snow blower, even though we were still a few months out from the first frost. That was Caleb, always two steps ahead, always building something, fixing something, or taking something apart just to see if he could put it back together better. He was shirtless, and his forearms flexed every time he twisted the wrench.
Male BDSM: Men locked in collars
SFDom puts Mr Kristofer in storage
Many of you have seen SFDom in his classic Top role, dishing it out to helpless guys in bondage. This video is no different. SFDom loves to top and edge guys, and he could do it all day long and never get tired. He’s played with Mr Kristofer many times before, and they have a smooth interaction and play style.
Mr Kristofer is a big strong guy, so ultra-heavy wrist and ankle shackles are needed to keep him in his place.
See the VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title of this video: Slave Storage
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