And forced to drink piss out of a dog bowl
It’s what happens to prisoners at Brutal Tops
Meanwhile, getting back to the “Metalbond A to Z” theme, for the letter O — today’s posting features men who are restrained on their hands and knees — on all fours:

By Rubrpig
Alan slowly woke up and stretched. Looking over at the sleeping form of his partner Robert he smiled and stretched again. Standing up he scratched his furry chest as he walked to the bathroom. Standing before the toilet, he grabbed his semi hard cock and began to piss. The dark yellow piss stream arced into the bowl. Shaking the drops from the head of his cock and the 2 gauge PA he turned and walked over to the sink and got a glass of water. Looking out the window, he decided that a morning swim in the pool would feel good. Grabbing a dark blue Speedo from the drawer he pulled it over his heavy muscled furry legs and over his butt.
Walking through the bedroom, he headed downstairs and out to the backyard pool. Diving in he spent 20 minutes swimming laps in the pool, and then hoisted himself out and sat on the edge of the pool. Hearing the sliding door open, he turned and smiled as Robert walked over carrying 2 mugs of coffee. Handing one to Alan, Robert pulled over a chair and sat down. Alan smiled at Robert and told him that it had been a great time at the bar last night. Robert agreed and smiled as he said, “those 2 boys were certainly willing and able.” Despite the warnings of their friends that a relationship between 2 confirmed leather tops wouldn’t work but it did. After 4 years together both men were still happy and committed to each other.
Just then the phone rang and Robert got up and walked into the house to answer it. He shortly came back carrying the portable phone and handed it to Alan. Alan looked up and saw that Robert’s face was troubled. Alan took the phone and said Hello and then began to listen to the caller.
By Rubrpig
Eric woke up and realized that he needed to make some changes in his life. Since the sudden death of his parents in a traffic accident, and final settlement of their estates, he had been feeling unsettled and lost. The only thing that seemed to give him an anchor to his life his long distance relationship with his Sir. Even though they had never met in person, they had built a strong relationship with the almost daily Skype calls.
As the day wore on he grew more and more undecided and troubled. So, the day finally ended and he left the office and headed home. He started to look forward to the Skype call that was scheduled for tonight.
After dinner, he settled into his desk chair and logged into Skype to wait for his Sir to log in. After 20 minutes, the familiar tones of the incoming call came through and he quickly accepted the call and opened the video call. Filling the screen was his Sir, which just made him feel better and more relaxed.
The pictures are from a vintage shoot over at Bound Gods.
If there are any authors out there inspired to write a story about this … let me know!
By ty dehner
The cop car came to a halt and I heard the Cop exit out of the car with the door slamming shut. I could hear a garage door closing and then the door open above my leather bagged head. He cut the cable ties that held my feet and cuffed hands together. Grabbing me by the shoulder of the jacket he slid me across the seat. He was strong as he held me off the ground until my feet could make contact with the concrete floor. I struggled to gain some balance as he quickly turned me and marched me quickly out of the garage and up a flight of stairs.
A door was opened before me and I was dragged into a room. I couldn’t see a thing but I just cooperated with whatever he wanted me to do. He stopped quickly and both hands grabbed my shoulders as if to place me. He let go and I could hear him move about the room. It was faint with the leather bag increasing the sound of my breathing.
If he can’t act like a proper hetero adult who sucks cock on command, Tom needs to be de-humanized at BreederFuckers.
Now that he’s been turned into a dog he must act like one. He’s given a good hard whacking every time he disobeys his new owner.
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