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Dream Boy Bondage: Mark, Custom Order

January 20, 2017 Metal Leave a comment

Mark is locked in the pillory, then he’s ordered to cum, totally humiliated but always a stud…

Jared continues to bullwhip Mark’s muscular back and ass, making the young man shriek in pain – especially when a thin midst of alcohol is applied to create an extra level of agony. Mark is 100 percent straight. His fine, supple ass has never been fucked – until now. Jared’s master wants this prisoner totally humiliated and orders Jared to not simply fuck him, but to fuck his virgin ass with a rigid, unbending “punishment dildo.” Marks screams as he’s violated. Then, as Mark’s final humiliation, his faceless master orders him removed from the pillory only after he agrees to pump out another load of cum, right after his brutal fucking. Mark does not disappoint.

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My True Love Gave to Me

December 26, 2016 Steellock 2 Comments

By Steellock

“Your true love gave to you: A dragon tail over both cheeks! Happy Christmas Boi! Are you ready for a celebration?” He asked. The impact is like a thick cane with a fiery sting that wraps itself around the side of your butt and makes you shout. It fucking hurts and is normally held for the end of the sessions! Or when i’ve been a bad boi….

“On the second day of Christmas” and i saw stars as He landed our widest and thickest rubber paddle on first my right then my left butt, swinging it hard and hitting right where the dragon tail had just fallen. My heart sank – Oh shit what was in His seriously inventive mind? “And a dragon tail over both cheeks,” He chanted and the action followed the words.

Not that there was much i could, or i suppose really wanted to, do about it… My wrists were locked in thick padded leather restraints that were locked to the arms of the St Andrews Cross. A second set were locked round the legs of my 20-hole boots and locked to the spread legs of the cross. A thick wide leather belt went round my tight waist, holding me firmly to the structure but also a safety measure for wayward strokes. Now in two years together he had NEVER missed with a stroke!

His present to me was a new “Bishop” head harness, complete with a long tongue gag; a flat rubber plate that was now sitting over my tongue and very effectively restricting the volume of my first howl of the night.

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Mark is bolted in the stockade and whipped

December 13, 2016 Metal 1 Comment

After hanging on the cross for hours, Mark is fed, pumped full of electrolytes and allowed a decent night’s rest, not because Jared or the man torturing him from afar have any compassion but because they want him ready for a new round of torture. Mark is bolted in the stockade, standing, completely naked, his muscular, hairless torso exposed and vulnerable. The first blow of the single-tail whip across the top of his pecs feels like a knife cut. And the blows keep coming, dozens of them, beautifully scarring his chest and stomach all the way down to his shaved pubes. Every once in a while Jared adds to the pain by spraying Mark’s fresh wounds with a fine mist of alcohol, then rubbing them with his fingers, before continuing the whipping. Mark seems resigned to his fate – a gorgeous piece of meat with just one purpose, to suffer. Jared’s master could not be more pleased.

Title of this shoot: “Mark – Custom Order – Part 5”

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Jared is crucified and whipped

November 15, 2016 Metal Leave a comment

Sort of like Casper Van Dien in the movie Starship Troopers. Except it’s clear that Jared can really take a real beating, for real.

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Marshall is brutally flogged on his chest and abs

November 1, 2016 Metal Leave a comment

Then he is stretched to the max for hours. Finally, he jerks himself off, hoping to be freed. At Dream Boy Bondage. Scroll down for a free video preview

Marshall gradually regains consciousness. He’s still on the table, naked, but his body has been stretched tauter. His torturer, Jared, is caressing him, clearly turned on by seeing him in pain and so totally helpless. Then the whip comes crashing down on his abs, then his chest. The blows get faster and harder. Marshall squirms in pain, but can barely move; the ropes are so tight. And they are about to get much, much tighter. “Agggggggg!” Marshall screams as his limbs are stretched nearly to their breaking point. “See you in a couple hours, boy,” Jared sneers as he leaves Marshall throbbing in pain on the torture table. When he returns hours later, Jared tells Marshall the only way he will be freed is if he pumps out a huge load of cum. Marshall does what he is told.

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Marshall collapses to the floor, exhausted, only to be hauled up again

September 6, 2016 Metal 1 Comment

Check out what happens to Marshall at Dream Boy Bondage:

Smooth, lean Marshall is stripped naked and stretched taut between two pulleys as muscle-stud Jared mercilessly whips his back and ass until he finally collapses to the floor. For a brief moment, Marshall thinks his beating is over, but he couldn’t be more wrong. Jared simply unhooks his captive’s wrists from the pulleys on the wall and fastens them instead to pulleys in the ceiling, then lifts Marshall up onto his toes and resumes flogging his back and ass – with more vigor!

But Jared is still not satisfied: He clips nasty, stinging clamps to Marshall’s nipples and the tip of his cock – and renews the whipping even harder! Then it’s time for the alcohol.

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The Edge – Chapter 10

August 28, 2016 Steellock 1 Comment

By Steellock and slavebladeboi

Matt listened to the familiar thump of his boots on concrete as he ran towards the shop. It was still before 9 in the morning but the sun was warm and the sweat sheen on his shoulders reflected the light as his muscles moved effortlessly beneath the skin. He felt good, as he always did with the prospect of a day at the shop.

About 100 yards away from the front door he stopped to catch his breath and cool slightly. He didn’t want to turn up as though he was ready for a shower but Jim had asked if he could be there before 9 so he walked on slowly towards the shop. It looked closed. Although it was never that bright inside it looked darker than usual so Matt tried the door expecting it to be locked. It opened straight away, which took him a bit by surprise but thinking no more of it he went in. Walking across the floor to the back of the shop he heard a noise and two guys stepped out from behind one of the display racks each holding pieces of leather equipment they had taken off the rack nearest them.

“Say, do you work here?” the first guy asked Matt. He was about Matt’s size, older by 10 years but looked as hard muscled as anyone Matt could remember. Wearing a sleeveless T shirt and jeans he walked over to him holding out a thick leather hood.

“I want this for my boi but I’m not clear about the fixings. Can you help?”

“Well, I don’t actually work here although I have done some work for the owner,” Matt said catching a glimpse of the second man pulling the tail of a dangerous looking single tailed whip slowly through his fingers, a thick flogger hanging over his shoulder. “What do you want to know?”

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