At Dream Boy Bondage, muscular young Blake is strapped to a bench with his ass exposed.
There are ELEVEN hi-def videos of this guy at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: “BLAKE ELLIS – Total Submission”
At Dream Boy Bondage, muscular young Blake is strapped to a bench with his ass exposed.
There are ELEVEN hi-def videos of this guy at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: “BLAKE ELLIS – Total Submission”
By Joshua Ryan
The Haute Cuisine de Paris Select Tour … Mike had finally agreed to book it … I was lingering on a foggy street on the Ile Saint-Louis … Then from somewhere — some seventeenth century house? Some charming local church? — a bell was clanging. “Cmon,” Mack said. “Ain’t got all day.” He was already on his way to the shit holes, where a line had formed — a line of identical packages of rocklike muscles dressed in identical boxers and tees. A dream, and a nightmare.
I was one of the last to get to the holes, so I was glad I’d shat my guts out the night before, and all I needed to do was piss. I didn’t bother to line up for the sink. I went back to my bunk and started turning myself into the image of Mack, who had already dressed.
I can’t say they didn’t give us enough time. It was all hurry up and wait for our turn at the Chow Hall. While waiting, the workies shot the shit with each other, paying no attention to me. They weren’t interested anymore. I wasn’t new. I just stood by my bunk until Boss Web yelled, “Awright, make your line!” and we all marched off to the chow palace. Bill of fare: egg and cheese on bun, grits on the side. Hearty food! What you’d get in a fast food place, if the place was about to be closed by the health inspectors. Also a cup of coffee. No cream, no sugar, but the first coffee I’d had since I signed those papers. By the time I got through with it, I was so high that Ace came up beside me and said, “Coffee. It happened to me too. My first day. Watch your step. I don’t want you havin any accidents.”
A well-built athlete is sent to Dream Boy Bondage as a disciplinary problem. They bolt him to a wall, strip him naked, flog his chest, force him to cum, then whip, taze and crucify him.
He takes the pain but, in the end, is broken. Check him out:
See all NINE hi-def videos at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: JOHNNY BOY – Broken At 18
At Dream Boy Bondage, Vinny Blackwood is tied up. He is one of those athletic, well-built young men who was blessed with good genes and good looks. He gets bound ad tortured by Felix.
See EIGHT hi-def video updates of him at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: Vinny Blackwood – Fuckin’ Pretty Boy
This is a story about adults, and for adults only.
It is also fiction. Any connection to real entities is purely coincidental.
OK, I admit it. I wasn’t a perfect boyfriend.
I guess I’d lost some interest. For one thing, Mike was 20 years older than me. Granted, he was in good condition. Nice face, nice eyes, nice hair, body still pretty much together—although I gotta say, he had about 15 pounds that he didn’t need. I’d been really interested in him at the start, and there was still something strong between us. I mean, it wasn’t like we NEVER had sex. In my way, I truly loved him.
And I knew I should be grateful to him. Mike had definitely done a lot for me. He’d put me through that last year of college, he’d got me a job afterwards, and he’d supported me totally when the job didn’t pan out. If he hadn’t paid off my debts after I quit that place, I don’t know what I would have done. I would’ve had to take some shit job, just to make ends meet. And like anybody could tell you, that wasn’t my style.
So obviously, Mike had money. Those investments of his had really paid off. Some guys have all the luck! So he could afford to bail me out that way. And I know, at his time of life, he enjoyed just having somebody staying around the house, looking nice for him when he got home.
I know he used to enjoy watching me napping by the pool, or just sitting in front of the mirror, making sure that my hair was right. It was all for him, really. A guy needs his boyfriend to take care of himself. And I wouldn’t have been half as hot if I’d had to go to some crummy office every day and miss my swim and my massage and my haircut and just worry every minute about paying my debts–when Mike had plenty of money to pay them anyway.
At Dream Boy Bondage, 23-year-old nerd Blake is manipulated by a dominant friend, Alex Killian, who convinces him to hit the gym, shave his body and get down on his knees and suck cock. Blake, now in peak condition, becomes a total submissive, tortured and fucked at will.
See all eleven VIDEOS of Blake and Alex at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: “BLAKE ELLIS – Total Submission”
By BondageChallengeGames
I lay there, fully naked, bent over a metal cage, my legs tied to the bottom back corners, my arms tied out and toward the top front corners of the cage, my neck locked in a collar clipped to the cage, my whole body still aching from the past hour. I saw my roommate and captor Bryan, out of the corner of my eye, in the kitchen preheating the oven.
“Is pizza good?” He asked me, as if I had any control of the situation whatsoever.
“Yeah man,” I said, “thanks.”
Bryan walked over to me and ran his hands through my hair. He ran his fingers down my spine, sending a tingle through my body. He slid his hand along my ass and lightly tickled my taint before passing me to walk down the hall, out of my very limited view.
A few minutes later I heard him walking back. He sat something on the table behind me, and walked over in front of me. In the time he’d been gone he’d stripped down to a black speedo. Whether he’d changed into that or been wearing it under his clothes all day was anyone’s’ guess. He knelt down in front of me, to be at face level, and pulled an open mouth spider gag from behind his back. It was one of our other roommate Jordan’s toys; they don’t do a great job keeping you quiet, but they do make anything you say complete gibberish, and more importantly keeps your mouth open so a dom can use your throat however they choose. I opened my mouth and obediently let Bryan strap it on me.
By Jackson Amacher
Dylan decided to think about how good it felt to finally have his arms free. Thinking about that took his mind off the pain of walking barefoot on the forest floor, and off the humiliation of being in a collar, connected by a rope to three other naked slaves.
He used one hand to cover his groin. Not because he was trying to hide it–there wasn’t much point in that anymore–but because locked around his balls was some sort of device. As soon as he had crawled out of the truck, someone blindfolded him again. He felt himself being marched a few feet and then chained with his arms over his head. They left him like there for what felt like an hour. Until he started feeling someone… teasing him, stroking his body, having fun with him. Dylan thought the mystery guy was going to fuck him right then and there. But then he felt this awful thing get attached to the base of his dick and balls. And then he felt his first shock.
Leading them, by the neck, was Jesse, a Blue. Dylan knew Jesse pretty well–nice guy, level-headed, from Texas. From where he was, all Dylan could see of Jesse was his bare ass, framed by a jock strap.
“Hey. Hey Jesse. Wait up,” Dylan said.
“What, slave?” Jesse said.
“So, I mean, tell us. What happened to you guys? How did the Reds get you?,” Dylan asked.
“Get us? Once we realized the glory of Supreme Leader Rick, we all volunteered to serve him,” Jesse said.