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Video: Leather Dogs
Check out Dirk Caber, Jake Morgan and Kristofer Weston in Leather Dogs:
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Title of the shoot shown here: Leather Dogs
Actors: Dirk Caber, Jake Morgan, Kristofer Weston
Key words: 3-Some, BDSM, Boots, CBT, Jerk-Off, Puppy Play
Trucker
By Collector2
I’ve known Jake for several months online. We’ve chatted almost nightly but I’ve never had the opportunity to meet him. While he lives in the same city as me, Jake’s a trucker and his job keeps him away from home most of the time. When I receive his email saying that he will be in town Friday and would I meet him for lunch I jump at the chance.
Lunch goes well and we fall into an easy rapport like friends who have known each other for years. When the meal is finished Jake says, “Well – I have to get back on the road but first I have something to show you. Come out to the truck with me.” When we get to the truck he unlocks it and says, “jump in,” I climb into the cab and he takes his place in the drivers seat.
“Take a look in the sleeper,” he says. “I bought this with you in mind.”
The Vacation – Part 12
By Rubrpig
4798 sat on the bunk in his cell, his breath hissing and clicking through the gas mask hood which was now part of his uniform when not in use by a client of the facility. The door to his cell opened and 2 of his personal guards entered. One of the guards held a bag of liquid feed product which was what 4798 was fed when locked in the mask. The guard pulled the drinking tube from the front of the mask and connected it to the bag of food.
The product flowed into the tube and 4798 sucked and swallowed the protein rich food. Once the bag was emptied, the guards disconnected it and left the cell after telling 4798 that his first client session was scheduled for the next morning.
4798 laid on his bunk and thought about what was going to happen the next day. Finally he fell asleep and did not wake up till the lights in his cell turned on and he knew he was going to be fed soon.
Maniacal
In “Maniacal” from Fisting Central, Bryce Hart stops in for treatment by ‘Doctor’ Chris Damned. After telling Bryce to strip, Chris duct tapes his ‘patient’ and binds him with rope. Chris uses a candle to trickle wax on Bryce’s hard cock. As his captive lays there helpless, Chris grabs a thick silicone dildo and works it deep into Bryce’s tight ass. Bryce’s moans echo throughout the makeshift doctor’s office as Chris removes the silicone cock from Bryce’s hole and replaces it with his fingers. While he drills deep with his digits, Chris strokes Bryce’s cock until he blows his load all over.
Models in this shoot: Chris Damned, Bryce Hart
Categories: BDSM, Medical, Nip Play, Restraints, Sling, Wax
Site: Fisting Central
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Getting Wet
By bootboy
Don’t really know how I ended up where I did. Sometimes I think i’m crazy to stay here, and other times I think i’m just where I should be. I didn’t plan this: I just sort of slid into it. Not even sure how much further into slavery I can slide. Maybe tomorrow i’ll decide to call it quits, but I might just decide to stay put and ride it out. Kind of surprised how far i’ve gone. It just didn’t happen by accident though, I think it’s a bit like a storm. You can sense that one is approaching, seeing the clouds gathering and all, and you can either head inside and batten down the hatches or you can stay out in the thick of it. I guess I don’t know enough to come in out of the rain but I like splashing around and getting wet.
If anyone looked in through the window and saw me here; shaved from head to toe, my hands locked behind my back with wrist restraints, collared and hitched to the post of a loft bed, i’m sure that they would think I was crazy. But when I look out and see how most people live, to me, they are the ones who seem crazy: or worse.
The WORC Program – Part 22
By Joshua Ryan
So OK, this is Lucky, and I get to talk!
Butch says that’s a dog’s name, and maybe he’s right! But I’m glad Mr. Hamilton chose it, because it’s the right name for me. If anybody’s lucky, I am. Just look at my boyfriend Butch! You think I’m not lucky?
Anyway, I’ve been here at Hamilton Farms for two years now, so this is a big fast forward, LOL! But it’s a good time to check into the story, for reasons I’m gonna explain. So yeah. But I wanta go back to the start. The start for me, anyhow.
It all started — me being lucky, I mean! — when I was in my senior year in high school. When you turn 18, I guess you start lookin around, tryin to figure out what you wanta do. I know what my dad wanted me to do. (I guess I should tell you, my mother’s dead. I can’t remember her much, actually. Too bad — maybe she was nice!) I was the one that was going to college. My brother Luke, he was the one that was gonna take over the business. I remember my dad sitting me down in private and telling me, “You know, Luke understands how to do this. He’s already doing it. So … I’m giving it to him. No hard feelings?”
“Course not, Dad. I didn’t want it anyway.”
I guess he didn’t like to hear that. But it was true.
The Next Level
By AlphaMetal
“Are you ready to go to the next level, boy?”
That was the question Sir asked me as I sat on the floor recovering from a flogging. It was a harsh flogging as usual.
Before I could respond he said, “Don’t answer now. I don’t want your answer while you are still feeling tough from that flogging, and warm in its glow.”
I just nodded.
“Stand up, boy,” Sir said.
I stood up and faced him.
“Turn around, boy. Hands behind your back.”
I turned around, put my hands behind my back, and spread my legs just enough to show I was submitting.
Sir expertly clicked the handcuffs on my wrists and double-locked them and said: “Over to the column, boy.”
There is a steel support column in the middle of Sir’s basement dungeon and I have been cuffed to that pole before, so I knew what to do; I sat on the concrete floor with my back to the pole and Sir used a padlock to attach the chain of my handcuffs to a chain wrapped around the base of the pole. Sir put a water bottle to my lips and gave me a long drink of water and walked away, leaving me sitting sitting on the cold floor with my hands cuffed behind me, still naked from the flogging.