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RubCop just wanted to go out for coffee. So, his SerioiusMaleBondage friends laced him into a leather bondage suit, chained him to a self-propelled cart, and sent him on his way. RubCop loves this kind of play, and so do the patrons at this bondage-friendly café in San Francisco, located just a short distance from the popular Mr. S store.
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Title of this video: More Bondage Fun
By Takeo
NOTE: This is the continuation of a story that began many months back. To start at the very beginning, click here.
Day 2 – Wednesday June 12th – Gym & Stress
The position I am in isn’t too uncomfortable. The hardest part is not being able to stretch my legs or arms, but otherwise I am able to move quite well whenever my muscles feel the need. The cage is relatively small, and I bump into the bars several times as I try to find a comfortable position. I imagine that even without the chains, I wouldn’t have been able to stretch out to my full length.
In the end, the hood and mitts are the harder to bear. Keeping the fists closed for a long time is much harder than it looks. The mitts are small, and they fit my slender hands well and thus allow almost no movement inside. The hood, too, is tight, and although the mouth opening is large enough to allow me to breathe without difficulty, my head feels like it is clamped in a vice, the hood exerting permanent pressure on my skull. The insulation pads over my eyes and ears, and the straps that keep them pressed against my head, are amazingly effective. I perceive absolutely no light (to tell the truth, I don’t even know if the room is lit or not), and I don’t perceive any sound apart from the inner sounds of my breathing and of my heart.
At KinkMen, Ned takes Nordic hunk Blake Daniels to the streets on a busy Sunday afternoon. Blake is tied up with a “bondage for dollar” sign for the public amusement. Ned and Nick Moretti drag him into the nearby shop for some humiliation and rough play. Nick strips Blake naked and offers the stud’s body to the public. They beat him and violate his hole with a half dozen of roses. Blake is made to suck strangers’ cocks and receives loads of cum in his mouth and face.
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This is an eye-opening documentary that explores a long-practiced erotic fetish from the point of view of a gay millennial who expresses it as performance art — Athleticpisspig. Is it mere pornography or groundbreaking art worthy of consideration and criticism? The film poses many questions that viewers must answer for themselves. With the participation of Axel Abysse.
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Title: Piss Off X
Directed by Henry Baker
By Pickle
~ Chapter 26 ~
In spite of my exhaustion I manage to stay awake to be “entertained” by this hunky ginger being subjected to his punishment. He’s really being vocal when he’s not in the goop … moaning, groaning and cursing. I’m hearing “Fuck!” and “Jesus Christ!” out of him a lot! I’m amazed he’s got the breath to be able to say anything, since the stretch makes it very hard to get in any air. By the time I had a hundred and fifty pounds hanging on my legs I could barely succeed in taking even a shallow breath, so I knew with the two hundred on Saunders that he must have an amazing torso, since his muscles were holding him together and allowing him to get this much oxygen. As built-up as his guns are, I know they must have gone from burning to the numb stage by now.
I’m surprised by the fact that I find myself enjoying seeing him hanging there in agony, and that I’m getting a kick out of seeing him disappear into the muck, and how he looks as he’s hauled out again to hang some more. Even covered in this shit, piss, mud and compost mixture, this guy is undeniably attractive. Other than Moore, he’s the best looking guy here and I’m surprised at myself enjoying watching him suffer. “Fuck! What’s wrong with me … Dill, get ahold of yourself here boy. It’s just fuckin’ wrong to be liking seeing this happen to another human being.” The obvious tent in my jeans as my cock pushed against the denim made it clear I was getting off on Saunders being in his predicament though, and in hearing his deep, masculine voice uttering the cursing complaints and moans.
By ty dehner
After an afternoon of sightseeing in San Diego, I returned to my hotel in Oceanside, California. A block off the beach, my room on the fifth floor had a great view of the ocean and one of the longest piers on the California coast. With all the walking I had done I favored some time enjoying the hot turbulent waters of the hot tub. So, I slipped on my bathing suit and headed up to the rooftop where the swimming pool and hot tub were located. When I stepped out onto the patio, the view was impressive with a glass wall around the top floor so the vistas would not be spoiled. I was also glad to find no one using the facilities so I had it all to myself. Since it was late afternoon and, on a Friday, most people would only be checking in or busy with other activities.
Since towels were provided, I grabbed one placing it on a chaise lounge that was near the hot tub. I took off my t-shirt folding and placing it on the towel, with my cell phone and key card under the towel. I had a second key card that I always had just in case, in the pocket of my bathing suit. Making my way to the inviting water, I took in the ocean surf as it was rolling on the sand on the beach. The sun was starting its downwards drop to the horizon.
By UKDeviant on Recon
I was mentally exhausted. The evening had been risky and dramatic. I still couldn’t help but smile at the extent to which Nate could control me. My dick remained hard as a rock inside the steel chastity belt, and the flow of precum was endless. I was so turned on.
After sleeping most of the afternoon, I couldn’t get back to sleep so soon, so I lay in bed thinking about the last nine or so weeks. There was no end in sight to furlough, and I was quite happy with that for the time being. A bond had formed with Nate, and I would do anything for that to remain the case. Well, nearly anything. I was also desperate to lay in my bed naked without any restraint and slowly edge myself for a long time before knocking one off. Then another. My balls were full, and the design of the cage meant that I had been unable even to tug them around and get some mild stimulation there.
The physical activity over furlough meant that I had lost an inch or so around my waist, so the belt, which had been tightly secured, now had a little play, but not enough to pass over my hips – not that I would be able to pull my cock and balls out of the captive ring and cage assembly. I could gyrate the cage, which resulted in the cock ring massaging the base of my penis, and this just made me feel hornier and hornier and hornier… Twitch, Throb…
