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Gear 365 Revisited

By Rubrpig

Adam stretched and yawned as he woke up. He sat up in bed and looked around feeling something was missing and he knew what it was. His Daddy was away visiting his elderly parents at their retirement home in Texas so was gone for a few days more. Even though they had been together for nearly 2 years and had recently married to confirm their commitment to each other, Daddy Mike’s parents were still not the most supportive of parents so when a visit was necessary, his Daddy would go alone to prevent the stress of a visit to Adam.

It was the weekend so not much was planned except for a hockey game that night. Adam was a goalie on a local team and he enjoyed the physical challenge of the game and of course the heavy goalie gear. His team mates knew and like his Daddy and so he was always included in the post game activities along with the wives and girlfriends of his team mates. He got out of bed and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee and figure out something for breakfast. He scratched his stomach and brushed his hand over the heavy steel cararra chastity which he had been locked into nearly 2 years ago. The belt was now just part of his body and he had even gotten over the concern of his teammates seeing the belt locked on him. It was now just accepted and Adam was now relaxed and happy with all aspects of his life now.

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 16

By PredicamentBondage

As Ben comes around, he finds himself sitting, naked, in a very solid bondage chair. His chest and stomach are tightly strapped to the vertical back of the chair. His thighs are strapped to the seat, and his ankles are strapped to the substantial front legs. Premium leather wrist restraints snuggly secure his arms to the upright stanchions so his hands are held uselessly to the side and just below the level of his butt. A snug collar ensures that his head doesn’t sag and his eyes face forward. The whole construction is of 4-inch square section welded steel that is powder coated black, and reeks of rock-solid quality.

Ben can’t move and is going nowhere until I release him.

My captive is a straight male office worker who keeps himself fit by going to the gym three times per week before work. He’s 26 years old, short spiked black hair, small landing strip goatee, dusting of chest hair, dusting of lower abdomen hair leading to a trimmed bush and shaved balls. His cock is about 7 inches, cut, straight with a pretty pink bell end that cries out to be tortured.

Overall, Ben is a very saleable commodity that I’m looking forward to training. He definitely gets my spunk rising, and I can easily see myself fucking his arse and mouth, and I’m looking forward to both in the coming weeks.

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Roger – Part 3

By David Sellers

“Pick one.”

Roger was sitting on a small stool near the head of the bondage board. He was fully dressed in his work clothes, smiling broadly, and holding two used condoms over my head. He had one in each hand. One was from last night’s fuck, he told me, one was from this morning’s fuck. And one was going about to be emptied into my mouth. My choice would determine whether I got this morning’s load — still warm, Roger said — or last night’s cold, congealed load.

They — my husband, my husband’s boyfriend — had come into the storeroom a moment ago. I wasn’t quite asleep, but the clicking of both deadbolts quickly brought me out of a bondage-induced dream state. Roger pulled the stool we keep in the storeroom over to the bondage board and removed my blindfold. He told me it had been six hours — “maybe a little more” — and then he held the condoms up.

“Choose,” Roger said.

He flashed me that smile again. He was loving this. I nodded my head toward Roger’s right hand.

“Too bad,” said Roger. “Last night’s condom.”

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A Week in Chains – Part 5

By asiancuffs

Part 5 – The last day of the camp

I woke up when the sky started to brighten and my sleep last night was good because I could have fresh air for the night. When I spent my last 2 nights in the cell, the air circulation was bad and to make it even worse, our odors filled the room. My clothes were muddy and sandy due to direct contact with the ground. I stand up and stretched my body. I couldn’t see anyone in my sight and I guessed they were still asleep. I felt my wrist shackles were sticking to my skin and I managed to slide them up to my arms.

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The Mystery

By Steellock

So Who?

He lay on the bed.

His eyes looked at the inside of a thick leather hood. The thick leather gripped his head all round, tight, but not too tight. He could feel the intrusion of the gag into his mouth. It was a rubber plate that came right in beyond the point where his tongue could get round it and it made him drool. He knew the hood was padlocked on – he had done it earlier. It was one of his favorites, an old Sci Fi hood from Mr S in the US; his first hood in fact bought many years ago and showing it’s age and use. But the reason he had chosen it today was that it resonated inside with the sound of breathing. The sound of the air rushing in and out of your nose and through the two small grommets in the nose of the hood. When strapped in tight you could only really hear yourself. He could make it stop by opening his mouth wide and breathing round the gag. He had to do this occasionally anyway to clear the drool. But the sound would hide any noise made by a visitor…

He kept on lying on the bed; he had no choice. His 20 hole laced black Grinder skinhead boots were padlocked from the D ring on the padded and locked ankle restraints to D rings at each side of the bed frame.

His thick muscular left wrist was gripped by another padded restraint wrapped around and locked to his arm; locked again to the bedframe D ring.

The D ring on the top of the hood was padlocked to a chain across the top of the bed.

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See You Then …

By BigMouthfla

We had been chatting for a while and definitely wanted to get together. We both had an interest in bondage, and he was quite fascinated by my chastity belts. He knew it was a big turn-on of mine. He did say that it was his goal to get me under his lock and key! Ah, those thoughts would get me so turned on.

He couldn’t wait to get me tied up. It was definitely his thing. We had spent the day together just exploring different parts of the town. During the day I had locked myself in one of my belts. It was the MySteel belt. It fits well and is extremely secure. He knew I had it on. In fact, he suggested I wear that particular one that day. Didn’t “have” to, but just a suggestion. I have probably a dozen different cages and so forth, but figured I’d go heavy duty for the day. It fits great. Although tightly, it’s not uncomfortable. It’s incredibly secure but doesn’t stop any functions from cleaning or bathroom duties.

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Cop-on-cop action: Marc Dylan and Nate Karlton

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This is from Uniform Men Scene 6 at COLT. With Marc Dylan in his dark blue cop uniform and Nate Karlton in his highway patrol uniform, these off duty officers meet up in an empty holding cell for a little cop-on-cop action. Through the bars they kiss, grab and grope each other, slowly opening up their shirts to explore what lies beneath. Marc makes the most of his explorations and finds himself down on his knees before his partner. With plenty of boot licking and hungry cock sucking, Officer Marc gives Officer Nate a thorough full-body pat down.

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Always on duty, Nate initiates a full body strip search, taking his time to thoroughly inspect and swallow each and every inch of that thick piece of meat between Marc’s legs. To be extra thorough, Nate bends Marc over and inspects his hot muscled ass. Running his nightstick between those round butt cheeks, Nate teases and probes Marc’s hole with his big man stick. Nate pries that hole open, making Marc’s butt hungry for his cock. With a few hard slaps on Marc’s meaty ass Nate uses his stiff cock to do an in-depth cavity search. Marc spreads his ass wide and takes it hard, loving every minute as his ass gets pounded. Nate’s balls swell as he shoves his cock in Marc’s mouth directly after he pulls it out of his ass for some deep-throat pumping, taking his load to the edge before spilling a hot white load of cum all over Marc’s heaving chest. Nate rubs his hot man juice onto Marc’s chest as Marc strokes out a thick batch of nut busting cum himself.

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