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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
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.
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Title: Devin Jackson & Ty Roderick: Justice Served! – Chapter 1
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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.
In a video update at Serious Male Bondage, PsychoSJ shows off two pieces of stainless-steel bondage gear that he and his friend Fesselschnecke built. Fesselschnecke used a CAD (computer aided design) system to design the gear, then used a regular bandsaw and TIG welder to make the bondage chair, and a CNC (computer controlled) laser cutter to make the vertical bondage stand parts. The first piece is a bondage transport chair that’s modeled after similar chairs used in law enforcement. The second piece is a vertical bondage device that PsychoSJ calls the “Bishop Stand.”
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Title of this update: Psycho SJ Bondage Projects
Getting collared is every sub’s fantasy. But getting turned out and collared by hot uncut dom AJ Alexander is Hans Berlin’s dream cum true.
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Chapter 3: The Pit’s Blade
Scissors Shear – Flesh Pays
By Restrained4U
The room hung heavy with Marcus’s words, air unsteady.
Jamie’s mutter and Leo’s strain echoed, swallowed by the pit. Ryan stayed pinned, head low, clamps biting, weight tugging, tags a faint glint.
Marcus slid the bag to Jamie, staring hard. “Your go, pig-boy – add a weight, then draw.”
Jamie grabbed the weight, stepping to Ryan, breath shaky. Ryan’s chest heaved, ragged. “Lookin’ rough, jarhead – pit’s got you,” Jamie taunted, hooking the weight – clink – yanking a shudder.
Ryan growled, “Fuck you,” as Jamie brushed his sweaty abs, licking his fingers slow, eyes locked, lust warring with bravado.
He drew a card, voice cracking, “Wrists cuffed – hoist ‘em up, shred your threads, or offer flesh as tribute.” He dropped it – LIFT OR LOSE – freezing, eyes flicking up, then to Marcus.
Marcus leaned forward, his gaze unyielding. “Up you go, pig-boy – the pit’s claiming its due,” he ordered, voice a low, authoritative rumble. “Maybe you’d rather taste a punishment instead,” he taunted, his tone sharp and biting as he picked up the blood-red punishment bag from the table, dangling it with a slow sway.
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Two: The Pact
The carnival grounds were alive with motion.
Roustabouts shouted as they packed up the rides, wooden crates slammed shut, and performers griped about their costumes and gear. The air was thick with smoke from dying cookfires, the scent of fried food still clinging to the night. The whole place pulsed with the urgency of moving on.
I wove through the chaos, heart pounding. I was afraid I wouldn’t find him in time, that maybe he had already left.
But then I saw him.
