Tied down with leather straps, Bruno feels the sting of the flogger
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Title of this video: One Trapped Bruno Part 3
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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.
Duty
By Siratpdx
Recently, I connected with a young man of 25 over Scruff who was interested in me and wanted to explore and experience a deeper and more intense session with an older, more experienced person, focusing on impact and e-stim. Our connection was very happenstance. I had made a car trip from the west coast to Chicago a few months before, and I spent a night in a town near when he lives. I am far from certain how the algorithms work, but I suggested that I ended up in his Scruff feed as an ‘echo’ of my presence from being in the area a few weeks before.
We chatted a few times over the phone and video. I was impressed with him, and for me at least, it is not that often that I come across man who invokes more than a sense of chemistry, but a more intimate and spiritual connection that I would describe as limerence. He is more than young enough to be my son, and in some ways we connected in that dad-son dynamic that only gay men really understand.
A boi’s Afternoon
By slavebladeboi
“So,” he said rather menacingly, looking straight into my eyes as he held my chin in his fist, “think of a number between one and twenty five.”
Shit, another mind fuck no doubt.
“Yes Sir,” I answered. “Six.”
What the fuck is he thinking now?
“Well done, boi. Good answer.”
Why. How’s that good?
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re getting 25 with the crop.”
Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 07
By felon
Apparently the discussion outside the door concerned me. It seems my status as a felon slave was being moved quickly into some level of complete ownership. This would be more than a weekend session. From what I could determine, and what I had already suspected, these men were more concerned about the mental and physical aspect of control than appearance, age, etc. And they had done their homework, checking into my finances, lifestyle, earnings, savings and lack of family. I would be the perfect project for their Prison Group.
They entered the room I was being kept in and removed my leather gag. It seems there would finally be some kind of communication. I was in a very vulnerable situation, naked, gaged, ass plugged. I was removed from the table and forced up against the concrete block wall. I was photographed by cell phone camera from all sides, all angles, naked of course. It was then I noticed two ceiling-mounted cameras in the room. So it would be safe to say that others might be involved in this action in the mountains of West Virginia. Close-up pics were taken of my wrist tat and leg tat. I was handed a sign to hold for the cell camera with my ID – PA6404.
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A postcard from Second Life
Meanwhile in Second Life, a prisoner has been collared, whipped and locked in a small stand-up cage:
I received this “postcard” from someone on the inside. Not being in world myself, I won’t be able to rescue him, and I’m not sure I would even if I could!
An ‘Aggie’ Man and the Texas Ranger – Part 3
By Alex Ironrod
The sound of the chinking spurs and the thud of the barn door told the leather-bound Aggie Jack Thomson that Ranger Brad Steenbeck was back; he jingled his spurs in response. “Wait, boy, while I get things into place,” snapped the ranger. He heard something heavy being pushed into the open space, and then Brad, clad again in tight black leather chaps, high Dehner boots and different western spurs, came into his limited view.
“Right, let’s get my young stallion ready to be finally mastered.” Jack was untied from the post and clumped in his Dehners, enmeshed in leather from harness to chaps and boots, still bound and gagged, to a padded bench, and then forced down on it. His booted and spurred feet were strapped far apart to the bottom corner of the bench, and his body pulled so that his aroused penis slid into a hole cut for the purpose.
Then his wrists were loosened from around his neck and shackled to the opposite corners of the bench. Two straps forced his chest and waist into the leather-like top of the bench, and the reins from the bit gag were shaken loose around his head. Brad walked around, checking the bindings and stroking his butt and the horsehair tail plug growing out of it.
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Tough guy gets whipped
At Dream Boy Bondage, Brazilian muscle-stud Julian is sliced repeatedly with a single-tail whip, then his wounds are sprayed with rubbing alcohol, making his amazing physique convulse with pain.
After collapsing from the electro-shock to his balls, Julian hangs limp from his chains, bent over, waiting for his next torture. “Wake up, boy!” Anthony Martin says, zapping the stud with a cattle prod then grabbing his balls, making sure he knows he is completely powerless. “Please, I beg you,” Julian says in his broken English, eying Anthony’s red-and-black, leather whip. The first blow slices his back, making him jump with shock and pain. The blows keep coming, crisscrossing his muscular back and ass with angry welts. Anthony mists the fresh wounds with rubbing alcohol, making Julian shake with pain, flexing every muscle in his perfect body. The only break he gets from the agony is when Anthony pauses to grope his muscles and genitals and slap his ass and abs.
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Title of this episode: Julian – The Wages of Sin – Chapter 3
