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I only want to get tied up by someone my own age

Benji is bound, gagged, and wearing nothing but a choker and black jockstrap

Bronze, smooth-skinned twink Benji Dawsten is the perfect submissive bottom, especially for someone like the dominant big-dicked top Ethan Tate. Both men might look innocent at first glance with their adorable, cherub-like faces — but in the depths of Ethan’s dungeon, they are each wicked in their own ways.

When Ethan descends into his chambers, Benji is bound, gagged, and wearing nothing but a choker and black jockstrap — exactly as Ethan left him. As for our dom top, he’s wearing nothing but a harness and a hard cock. Ethan teases his slave by tonguing and toying with Benji’s eager, hungry hole. Benji winces and moans as Ethan savors him.

Once Benji’s hole is wet and open, Ethan drives his now-throbbing dick into Benji. He splits the captive open. The sub moans through his ball gag, going up in volume as Ethan begins to slide in and out of him, steadily picking up speed.

Soon, Ethan’s large ball sack is slapping against the fabric of Benji’s jockstrap and the flesh of those cake-like cheeks. Ethan pounds away at the sub’s hole and intermittently spanks his ass. In the middle of this delightfully sadistic abuse, Ethan half-heartedly asks Benji if he’s enjoying being used, to which Benji moans an affirmative. That’s all that matters.

Benji is bound, gagged, and wearing nothing but a choker and black jockstrap

 

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Benji is bound, gagged, and wearing nothing but a choker and black jockstrap

It started with Mitts – Part 19-1

By Bondagegimp

Liberation?

While Bob was putting Jad in chains, Doggy sat there with his eyes wide open, watching, fascinated, what was happening. It was hard to tell what was going on inside him. Now that Bob is finished with Jad for the time being, Doggy comes crawling up, apparently wanting to get closer to Jad. He tries in vain to get onto the bed. The sight of him helplessly trying with his stumps is pathetic and somehow hot at the same time.

Bob notices him too and lifts him onto the bed, where Doggy immediately starts rubbing his rubberized head against Jad. Bob goes over to a shelf, then to Doggy, takes off the muzzle and puts a ring gag in his mouth instead, securing it with a small lock behind his head. Doggy can no longer close his mouth, but he can use his tongue. He seemed to have been waiting for this. Bob recognized it well again. Doggy immediately starts licking Jad in his rubber suit. He greedily glides his tongue over Jad’s athletic body, following every line of his muscles. He seems to have longed for this for a long time. Of course, Jad always kept him at a distance and Doggy could only yearn for him from a distance.

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It started with Mitts –Part 14

By bondagegimp

The small cell

Bob leaves the room. I’m completely exhausted, only slowly catching my breath. I’d love to sit or lie down, but I’m still strapped into the frame: the collar holds my head, the plug is still drilling into my hole, my hands are tied behind the bar. The cords from my nipples and balls to the head harness are taut, and every movement of my head causes severe pain. But at least the treadmill is off.

I’d like to see what Bob is doing, but turning my head is completely out of the question. The pain is most bearable when I stand completely still, not moving at all. But I can still feel it, a throbbing pain in my nipples and hole. My balls are the easiest to release. My urethra burns a little from the semen that pushed past the catheter. My legs are shaking from the exertion; I have no choice but to lower myself onto the plug until I’m practically sitting on it, and it’s supporting some of my weight.

Once again, it was an incredible orgasm that Bob painfully forced out of me. When he held my head so tightly, I felt an incredible sense of security, yet at the same time it was incredibly oppressive. It really was like a nightmare, when you’re running away and can’t move. And then all his talking about how I’ll always stay with him, how he won’t let me go. Did he mean it? Was he going to leave me no choice? Was he just going to keep me? Was it a mistake to put myself in his hands again? Bob called it trauma therapy. But really, it was a punishment for my escape and a barely disguised threat. How does he manage to make me horny while doing that?

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Forced workout with a shock collar

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In this episode, it’s finally Colin Steele’s turn to do the training, and he chooses a leg curl that you’ve never seen before! Jessie Balboa curls his massive legs, which leaves his ass free to be paddled and swatted to a purple hue.

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Title of this shoot: Exercise Gets Hard, Part 6

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Ty Roderick takes Devin Jackson as a prisoner

Devin Jackson, son of a prominent politician, has been arrested for drunk driving. His powerful father wants him punished discreetly, so he arranges for the him to be sent to a special, private firm where he will be physically punished – whipped, spanked and flogged – just enough to set him on the right path, while avoiding the embarrassment of a trial. He will also be fucked raw, jerked off and used as a sex slave by a muscular, tattooed guard, Ty Roderick. Devin is bound to a wall. Ty rips open his orange jump suit, then beats and fondles him – the beginning of a week of pain and sexual humiliation.

Ty Roderick takes Devin Jackson as a prisoner

Ty Roderick takes Devin Jackson as a prisoner

 

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Title: Devin Jackson & Ty Roderick: Justice Served! – Chapter 1

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It started with Mitts –Part 07

By bondagegimp

Seduction – an interlude

I must have been sobbing loudly in my sleep, because I wake up to Bob shaking me. “What’s wrong, kiddo? Another panic attack? Do you want me to get you out of the sack?” Bob sounds really worried! I have to collect myself first, my voice actually sounds tearful. I’ve lost my composure in my dream, I must have really been crying. With my voice still choked with tears, I say: “It was just a nightmare, I had a bad dream. But I’m fine, I didn’t panic.” I feel safe in the sleepsack and in Bob’s arms, I don’t want to get out at the moment, on the contrary. I bury my head in Bob’s muscles. He hugs me, kisses me, comforts me.

He nestles his head against mine. He just holds me tightly, very tightly in his arms. As if he doesn’t want to let me go. Like in my dream. As I realize this, a tear rolls out of my eye. Bob stays awake, holding me close until I regain my composure and fall asleep. When I wake up again, bright morning light is already coming through the curtains. Bob is still holding me tightly. He notices that I’m awake and hugs me even tighter. I rub my head against him – it’s the only reaction I can show. After a while, Bob says he’s going to get us breakfast. I lie down alone. The dark feeling in my stomach quickly returns. But it gets lost in the mix of emotions, and the sadness from the dream that still hangs over me is the heaviest of them all. I crawl in bed to where Bob was sleeping, crawl my head under his blanket, smell him. It calms me down.

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