~ 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.
Continue reading Displayed – Part 06
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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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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.
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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…
Continue reading Paying the Full Price – Part 6
By UKDeviant on Recon
It was clear that I had to follow the rules – to the letter. Any omission or deviation would result in not only the loss of the points to earn my release, but also a penalty. To make it more complicated, Nate was clear he could add new rules or change the existing ones whenever he wanted. The penalty points for not being correctly collared or cuffed were a very clear example of this, and I was going to learn the hard way from that – I would need to be very careful in the future. While I was the victim of this scenario, I loved it. It was exactly what I was after. He had picked it out of my RECON profile. I was getting what I had asked for.
I re-read the list of the points I could earn and how. It looked like if there was a timer lock specified, then a photograph of the timer lock, presumably running, would be sufficient evidence. The Bluetooth padlock, once locked on, could only be opened by Nate so we would both know when it was locked on and when I asked for it to be unlocked.
Continue reading Paying the Full Price – Part 4
James sneered at Bob and said, “He probably wants to sniff my Speedo, preferably with me wearing it.”
Later that night Bob and three of his friends snuck into the natatorium knowing James liked to train in private. They snuck up on James from behind when he was walking into the dressing room from the pool, grabbed him and quickly overcame him, tied him up and gagged him. They then wrapped him in a blanket so his thrashing about wouldn’t cause him to hurt himself.
They backed a van to the door of the natatorium and quickly spirited their captive into the rear cargo unit, where Bob climbed in afterwards. He told James what was in store for him — that he was a member of a gay bikers gang and they had a clubhouse in the woods that they were taking him to, to teach him a little lesson in humility.
Once they arrived and carried him into the club they put him on the floor in the main room and removed the blanket, so James could see where he was. He immediately saw there were about 15 men all dressed in leather surrounding him, and there were chains suspended from the ceiling above him with leather cuffs on them, two sets on each side of a beam on the ceiling about 4 feet apart. Suddenly a group of the men gathered around him, lifted him and began untying the rope that had bound him. As he struggled when freed, there were hands to grab his legs and his arms, and he was immediately subdued again. They lifted his legs and clapped his ankles into the front pair of the suspended cuffs, and another group of them did the same with his wrists.
Continue reading Studly Swimmer Gets Kidnapped by Leather Bikers
At Bound In Public, 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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