At Daddy’s Bondage Boys, Vin is getting more frustrated with his captive Justin Martinez.
Title of this shoot: Secrets Hurt Part 5
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Oiled
By Bikermike
I wanted to try something new. I contemplated this strange desire while I was hanging naked by my wrists, secured to the rafters in this vaulted old farm building, awaiting Master’s return.
I was mid-thirties, with a gym-toned, defined physique. I had absolutely no trouble in securing (safe) sex through visiting some of the gay clubs in London, Birmingham and Manchester, and of course, through websites like Recon and Gaydar. In fact, I was getting rather bored and craved something different; more perverted.
Yes, I had tried a little bit of BDSM, if you could call being thrashed on my arse by a leather guy a few months ago. While it stung at the time, the effect soon wore off leaving me frustrated. Why didn’t the guy really hurt me? Why did I find the prospect of being soundly thrashed, tortured and humiliated so exciting? These were the “themes” of my wanking fantasies from that day to the present.
Start Talking
At Daddys Bondage Boys, Vin is not taking no for an answer! Justin is in for some serious enhanced interrogation techniques from Vin, and it will not be any fun whatsoever for Justin. So he’d better start talking!
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Ty seems to have some cash — among other things — that doesn’t belong to him, and Master Vin has been given the task to get them back. It will take some persuading, but Vin is confident that he can hurt the information out of his new victim.
Title of this shoot: Start Talking Part 1
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Display Models – Part 01
By Rubrpig
Robert signed off of Skype after the chat with his gear buddy Chas in Sweden. They had been chatting for several years since they connected on the old Gearfetish site. After the site suddenly closed, they had switched to Skype and they continued to enjoy chatting while in full gear. They shared mutual interests in armour, racing leathers, commercial dive gear, and space suits. Usually they were in their racing leathers, boots, gloves and helmets while video chatting.
Tonight they had talked about an opportunity to meet and explore some gear which had just come up. Robert had been texting with his cousin Sean who owned a special effects studio in Los Angeles. Robert’s studio had created the on-screen Iron Man armour suits and had just completed the screen version of the Halo 5 Master Chief armour. Robert had mentioned these suits and Sean said the suits were still in the studio, then asked why the interest in them. Robert, who knew that his cousin was also gay, would understand how strong of images these suits had in the fetish world.
Then, surprisingly several weeks after that text conversation, Sean called Robert via Skype and made Robert an offer. Would he like to wear one of the suits? Robert agreed immediately, and then Sean told him that if he could find a buddy who would be interested as well. Puzzled, he agreed. Sean then told him he would need to complete the measurement forms which he would find in his email. This was needed to make sure that the armours could be adjusted to properly fit. Both Robert and his friend would need to complete them.
Buried Alive
By CREUSS
Here is a true story…
I have accepted to let you know about an experience I had a couple of years ago.
You will notice that there is nothing exceptional, and we agreed in advance with the “programme,” so no surprise…
So, we had a very nice Wednesday in the forest, a few years ago, in February… How surprising as by chance it was probably one of the nicest days of this winter.
My mate collected me at his local railways station, outside of Paris, near Fontainebleau … We made our way to the forest, and parked the car as close as we could, but we still had a couple of kilometres to walk.
We loaded our rucksack on our backs and made our way through the forest.
We crossed a couple of hikers, but not much… they looked at us as we were both wearing French army combat dress, but we ignored the fact…
Within half an hour we get on the site he had planned…
We did start with some bondage games, but this is not the plot right now… I will let you know another time for this part of the game…
I wanted to get buried in the sand, up to the neck…