I am so excited by long-term stress position bondage like this! So hot I had to post again!
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Title of this video: Julian – The Wages of Sin – Chapter 5
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Hoss Kado
The bondage stud known as Jared is one of the most popular models to ever have been featured over at Dream Boy Bondage and Roped Studs:
He now goes by Hoss Kado, and you can find him on Twitter, as well as the PPV sites Just For Fans and Only Fans
Thanks for keeping it hot, Hoss!
Male BDSM video: Leo gets tied up, whipped and fucked
After spending a week in the dungeon at Dream Boy Bondage, naked and alone, his wounds healing, Leo is strapped face down to a table and is fucked and then flogged.
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Title of this shoot: LEO EDWARDS: Captured Again – Chapter 5
Bodybuilder gets whipped
A ripped bodybuilder is chained naked in the dungeon, blindfolded and helpless, while a smaller, thinner man gropes and tortures him at will.
Twenty more lashes to his back and ass and more tazes to his balls makes it crystal clear that Stefano no longer controls his body; he is a slave. A padded, leather blindfold keeps him in complete darkness; he has no ideas when and where he will be hit or shocked next. He is a slab of naked muscle to be used and abused at will. The man torturing him can squeeze his flesh, run his hands up and down his body, grab his ass and fondle his cock whenever he pleases. Stefano has no idea who this man is but can tell by the feel of him against his body that he is slim and wiry. An electric winch lifts Stefano up onto his toes, straining his muscles and making it hard to breathe. Later, still blindfolded and naked, Stefano is released from the slow agony of being stretched and chained in a different position, his arms down, a steel collar around his neck, a ballgag in his mouth. His perfect body is squeezed and fondled for hours; all he can do is stand there and take it, moaning through his gag. Then he is flogged.
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Excerpt From Leather Affection
By ty dehner
Lance is in bed, naked. The bed covers lay across the lower part of Lance’s body, leaving his chest exposed, as he listens to the rain falling on the roof. His uncovered arm moves from his side, sliding over the edge of the bed. On the floor is Sean, laying on his side facing away from the bed. The boy wears a thick two-inch leather collar, a pair of Lance’s lace-up Wesco Jobmaster boots, spiked leather codpiece and leather chest harness. His ankles are bound in leather restraints that are locked together. Leather restraints on Sean’s wrists keep his arms together before him.
The boy is a bit chilly on the floor, but he likes being captive in his Master’s bedroom. Lance reaches down, running his hand on Sean’s arm. As Lance touches the boy, Sean opens his eyes, turning his head toward the Master.
“You awake, Sir?”
Video: Matthew gets power fucked by a machine
After being whipped and paddled at Dream Boy Bondage, Matthew’s asshole is pummeled by a machine that fucks him senseless.
On his first day as Anthony’s slave, Mathtew’s asshole was pounded by his young master’s massive, erect cock. And now he is being fucked by a machine with a huge dildo mounted to a steel-pole. The device is like a jack-hammer, fucking the prisoner constantly for 20 minutes. Anthony sits back and laughs, slapping his victim’s ass as it’s pummeled. Matthew moans and rocks as he’s fucked, his eyes rolling back into his head. Anthony finally turns the thing off but leaves the dildo rammed up the captive’s ass, then leaves him to suffer alone, a true fuck-slave who exists for one purpose: pleasing a sadist with a taste for bondage.
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Title: Matthew Connor – From Fantasy To Nightmare – Chapter 9
Male bondage porn: Stefano in ‘Blind Muscle’
Bodybuilder Stefano’s torture while standing erect continues. He’s flogged. His torso, cock and inter thighs are beat with the riding crop. Then a special surprise: Electricity!
Anthony Martin loves keeping Stefano blindfolded and standing erect, his arms at his sides chained away from his body, his legs spread and chained, his back aching, forced to remain erect and unbending for hours by the steel collar around his neck. It’s the ideal position for maximum appreciation of his physique. He is gagged and completed naked, a voiceless slab of male muscle. Anthony rubs down every inch of his glorious body with baby oil before flogging him mercilessly on his abs and pecs, stopping only to grope his reddened, warm flesh and his fat, hairless cock and balls. Then Anthony switches to a horse crop – delivering a new, much sharper pain to his torso, inner thighs and cock. In total darkness, Stefano is terrified and confused. Then a live electrode touches his metal collar.
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Title of this episode: STEFANO: Blind Muscle – Chapter 5
Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 03
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 3: Exceeding the Ideal
The flight was beautiful — the turquoise sea studded with emerald islands, then the purple thrust of St. Bevons, relic of an extinct volcano, with a city relaxing on its flank.
The Wellington International Airport is small but friendly. In an American airport, you have to fend for yourself. At Wellington, a gang of attendants in brown uniforms lines up in the luggage department, waiting to take your bags and carry them to Ground Transportation. The first one in line grabbed my belongings–one bag in the left hand, one in the right, the third tucked under his arm–and before I knew it he was stowing it all in the trunk of a cab.
The guy was young and fresh-faced and very cute, with a strand of yellow hair poking out from under his little brown cap. Too bad our encounter was so rushed! I reached in my pocket for an outsized tip when the cab driver, an elderly black man with a rum-thick accent, intervened. “No wurries, sirr. You doan tip thee slappie boys.”
Slappie boys! So this little corn-fed Midwesterner with the brown shorts and the brown short-sleeved shirt and the glint of a silver necklace underneath his collar—he was a slappie! Obviously, St. Bevons had several ranks of hierarchy, and they weren’t arranged in order of race. But fuck! How hot can this be!