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Jason and Scott had been chatting a long time on several chat sites about their various fetishes. However, the fetish that both were very intense about was medieval armour. Both men lusted after images of men in full armour. They had gotten into spending time together during the summer months when they could match vacation schedules and visiting various Renaissance Faires in the US and a couple of times they had ventured to England to see jousting exhibitions at Herstmonceaux and Arundel Castles, both of which host international jousting competitions during the summer.
Jason had always made it a habit of playing the national lottery and as a joke he promised Scott that if he won the grand prize he would get custom made suits of armour for both of them. Both men had longed lusted after armour on the website of Historical Reproductions. This company was in Southern California and was owned and operated by an renowned armourer and jouster by the name of James Norton. He was famous for not only the superb armour he created but as a world class jouster that competed at the Royal Armouries in England in their annual tournament.
At Bound Gods, Adam Herst cages Colt Rivers as his captive and fucks him like an animal.
Colt Rivers is helplessly bound in a confined cage, his mouth duct taped shut as twisted pervert Adam Herst approaches. He pulls out Colt’s cock and sucks it till it’s nice and hard before shoving his hard cock in his mouth. In his cage, Colt is flipped over face down, ass up for Mr. Herst to have his way with him. After a rough ass fucking, the helpless stud is strung up while struggling on electrified balance blocks. Colt endures a relentless flogging while his feet are tormented by the electricity. Adam has his captive bound in metal bondage for a final fuck before covering the helpless prisoner in cum.
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Mitch invited me over to see his latest creation. He makes bondage gear, and he gives me the first chance to try it out. Sometimes the gear he creates is great, but sometimes, well, let’s just say that not everything always works the way it is intended to work. I never know what I’m going to experience when I go to visit Mitch.
When I got there Saturday morning, Mitch asked whether I had anything scheduled for the weekend. It was a holiday weekend, and I don’t like to get out on the road on holiday weekends. I’m retired from work, so if I want to go anywhere or do anything I do it during the week, leaving after the commute traffic has dissipated. I told him I didn’t have anything up.
“I’d like you to try this little baby out, but you’ll need to spend a couple of days in it. To get you prepared, you’ll need to take an enema. I’ve got a kit set up for you in the bathroom over here.”
I was thinking that this was just like Mitch. None of this ‘would I be willing to spend a couple of days in something I’ve never seen before’ or ‘would I mind taking an enema’ — just orders of what I will be doing. But I appreciate that Mitch has me be his guinea pig for trying out his new creations. It certainly adds interest to an otherwise boring retirement.
This story originally appeared on the RubberZone. It is re-posted here with permission.
Seconds later, Matt heard a heavy door close and a lock bolted into place. He reached up to the hood, then paused, remembering to count to ten. He had only been awake less than an hour and had spent that entire hour flat on his back, still tightly encased in the double sleepsacks, servicing his roommate’s ass, drinking his piss and swallowing his cum. Apparently that qualified as breakfast in this new world order.
Matt reached “ten” and frantically tugged at the hood until he figured out the combination of straps and zippers that had to be released before it could come off. The relief he felt was immense as fresh air hit his face and scalp for the first time in nearly twenty-four hours. Matt just stared at the hood for a few moments, as if trying to figure out how something so inanimate could have such an effect on him.
Then Matt looked around at his laundry room. Something was different. Several things were different. The first thing Matt noticed was the door into the kitchen. It had been switched with the door to the garage. The kitchen door used to be a light, interior door with no locks, while the door to the garage had been a heavy, exterior-type door with two deadbolts. Now they’d been reversed, and those were clearly two new deadbolts on the door that now closed off the kitchen – closed off the rest of the house to Matt.
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