Tag Archives: Cutieboy90

A Day on the Beach

By Cutieboy90

male bondage stories Cutieboy90They said it would be a relaxing vacation. They said it would be several care-free days of lounging on the beach and soaking up some tropical sun. They never said Mitch would be doing any of that.

Mitch growled into the thick towel knotted in his mouth. His tongue was dry and his lips felt chapped from being stretched and cleaved by the towel for so long. At least the towel had been clean. He sighed in exasperation.

“Be grateful, Mitch,” he told himself as he chewed on the gag. This was the only movement he was allowed, though. The rest of body had been rendered immobile for several hours, having been buried up to his neck in sand. His friends had prepared by digging the hole in advance; all they’d had to do was manhandle Mitch into it in the dim light of dawn and fill it back in. They’d been sure to pack the sand down tightly around him.

Continue reading A Day on the Beach

At Last

By Cutieboy90

stories by cutieboy90 male bdsm“Oh fuck!” I’d finally hilted. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to make this pleasure quick. My cock throbs its frustration, squeezed into the silky softness of his tight ass.

I smile down at him, giving slow rolling thrusts as we acclimate to the tight fit we are. Kissing the sweat from his forehead, I caress his shoulder with one hand as I pant in heat. I feel his cock hard rubbing against my abs. His eyes tell me he’s ready for the ride I promised. I give his sweet mouth a sensual kiss, muffling his moans with my tongue as I pick up the pace.

It’s like the feeling you get as the roller coaster reaches the top of the track, or the airplane starts to take off. The anticipation is almost more exciting because you know exactly what’s about to happen, but you’re not there yet. Then you get faster and faster until you outrace time itself, even if for a moment.

Faster and faster, my heart pounds. Harder and harder, my cock drives. I break our kiss, only to growl in pleasure.

Continue reading At Last

Cutieboy90 gets a posture collar from Sinvention

Cutieboy90 got a posture collar from Sinvention. He sent these pictures, and he also wrote a product review. See below.

Cutieboy90 gets a new posture collar

 

Posture Collar Review – Sinvention

By Cutieboy90

Getting new gear is always exciting. Even more exciting is when said gear meets or exceeds your expectations and you find yourself panting and drooling before you even put it on. This is the case with the posture collar I got from Church of Sinvention.

Based in Stratford, Ontario, Canada, the Church of Sinvention has been handcrafting leather fetish gear since 1998. They offer an extensive product line of bondage equipment, and include many customizable options. Most items require several weeks lead time, due to the manufacturing time of handcrafted goods. However, the high quality is well worth the wait.

I ordered my posture collar in a custom color combination, tan and white. This collar comes standard with one D ring, locking posts, two padlocks, and a tuck loop for the extra strap end. The inside of the collar is completely lined. Sinvention’s attention to detail is incredible.

Out of the box, the collar was wrapped in tissue, and came in a sheer black bag. The two black-finished padlocks were included in their posts. A hand-written thank you card was included from the Mother of Sinvention herself.

After ogling over the fine presentation, the next thing was to put it on! This is a tall posture collar – 4 ½” tall in the front, and 3 ¾” on the sides. Being lined, the inside surface is smooth and soft, and feels very nice to the touch. In addition, the top and bottom edges are rolled over for even more comfort.

The collar is secured with two locking posts at the back, which fit through metal grommets and accommodate padlocks. These grommet holes and locking posts are a very close diameter, which results in almost no play or give. One thing to be mindful about is that the tight clearance can also make lining up the posts with the holes a little challenging if you’re fastening the collar on yourself.

I am always amazed at how comfortable Sinvention’s products are, this collar being no exception. Having worn it for two hours before writing this review, I’ve felt no discomfort of any kind from the collar. It is a product that was very thoughtfully designed and tested, in addition to being well crafted. Of course comfort is an important aspect to look for in gear for long-term scenes or sessions, so that is one thing I am very happy about.

Don’t let the comfort fool you though! It’s soft to the skin, but the English bridle leather is seriously durable and unyielding. Again, this choice of material is another testament to the product’s purpose — that is, bondage. Made by some serious, experienced kinky minds, and surely appreciated by the like!

As you can see in the pictures, I’ve got my posture training underway! And Sinvention’s posture collar is the perfect equipment to do that with for years to come! Many thanks to Julie, Mother of Sinvention for an exquisite product, and first-class customer service!

Posture Collar Review - Sinvention

 

Metal would like to thank Cutieboy90 for this review and picutres!

You can read bondage stories written by Cutieboy90 here.

Also check him out on Pornhub by clicking here.

The Sinvention official website is here.

handcrafted bondage gear in Canada

Hunting Accident

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90Fall was in the air this morning as Josh and Alex left their truck at the trailhead, gravel crunching under their boots. Early morning dewdrops still clung to the foliage and spider webs, and fog still obscured the treetops.

Alex surveyed the brush.

“Heel, boy.” Josh whistled. Alex quickly obeyed. Josh smiled. “Sorry boy, you won’t find anything here. There’ll be plenty further up, I promise.”

“Yes Sir,” Alex replied, readjusting the straps for his backpack.

“Good boy.”

It was quiet as they made their way along the trail. Alex gradually acclimated to the initially crisp smell of ferns and wet gravel. The trees grew thicker, casting shadow across the path. The flat gravel path began to narrow and slope, soon giving way to well-worn earth and natural forest floor.

Continue reading Hunting Accident

Saxophone Lesson

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90Jason strode up the rhododendron-lined walkway to the front door, his alto case in one hand.

“OK Jason,” he swallowed. “You’re only meeting the greatest sax player to ever breathe. There’s nothing to be nervous about…” After a pause, he rang the bell.

Footsteps. The lock turned. The door creaked open.

“Ah, you must be Jason!”

“Y-yes Sir!” Jason stammered, star-struck.

“Please, call me Dave. Come on in!”

Jason followed Dave into the house and into the studio. He set his backpack and saxophone case next to a chair and sat down.

Dave adjusted the window shades and sat down in a chair across from Jason.

“Alright, Jason,” Dave said. “I see you brought your alto. I’m sure you’ve been working very hard to work up some impressive etudes for me as well. And we’ll get to all that. First though, I must impress upon you that I am very demanding of my students and my methods aren’t for everyone. Do you understand?”

Continue reading Saxophone Lesson

Off the Field

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosDerek huffed impatiently at the door. He could hear the party continuing outside as if nothing was amiss. His body was suddenly pushed backwards.

“HMMMMMCKK!”

Fuck. Derek glared at the ceiling, still trying to avoid reality. Or at least, cherry pick parts of it…

“Ffrrry…” A soft, meek whimper shattered Derek’s denial. He rolled his eyes and tried to give his fellow prisoner a reassuring, forgiving look. Sure, it wasn’t Andy’s fault for losing his balance. But it was his fault for reminding Derek of their situation.

The situation was that Derek, the star quarterback of the college football team, was tied up in a closet, face-to-face with the towel boy! They’d both been stripped of their shirts, hands and feet taped, and were gagged together with a double duty gag. It was a wide leather strap that forced a fake dick into their mouths, made them drool, and the only thing that kept them from kissing was the leather strap that held the peckers.

That wasn’t all though…

Continue reading Off the Field

The Art Show

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosMatt and his buddy TJ stood awkwardly by the big steel door of the warehouse. Matt instinctively covering his flaccid penis with one hand, while TJ didn’t even bother trying to cover his big package. He swung his arms idly as they waited for some sort of instruction.

“We ain’t too early, are we?” TJ asked Matt. Matt shook his head.

“No, we’re right on time. And exactly where we were told to be. They must be running late.” Matt finished with a slight hint of annoyance.

“It’s cool, man.” TJ shrugged. “You know how civilians are. They can’t help it.”

Matt nodded. Of course TJ was right. Adjusting to life after years of structured army life had been difficult for both of them. Matt was glad TJ was always so chill.

“C’mon, lighten up!” TJ clapped his friend on the back. “It’s only an art show, ya gotta relax. It’ll be fun! Tell you what, you drop and give me 150. I promise they’ll be ready for us before you finish!”

Continue reading The Art Show

Hired Help

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosSanchez pulled up in front of the Old McGriffith Farm, a dust cloud stirring up from the wheels of his F-250 as it bumped to a halt. Sanchez adjusted his tie and put on his big white hat and stepped out of the cab.

A big Chevy pulled up next to Sanchez. It was supposed to be blue, but the color had long been obscured by layers of dust. A lean muscular cowboy jumped down from the cab.

“Hey Mike,” Sanchez nodded. He and Mike had been buddies for years and worked several jobs together.

“So this is the place, huh?” Mike drawled. “Good chunk of land, no wonder they need help. Generous deal too.”

Sanchez nodded, pulling the ad out of his pocket. “And it’s a two-year contract. Gotta appreciate that job security.”

It was true enough. $60,000/ year salary plus earned bonuses. Healthcare, retirement plan, room and board supplied, and meals too. It was too good a deal to pass up, even if the farm was out in the middle of nowhere…

Continue reading Hired Help