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A forced bondage workout from hell

Wes Morales thought he’d be freed after he pumped out a load of cum on command, but instead the naked stud is chained on his back to a workout machine with his balls chained by pulleys to an ever-increasing load of iron plates! If he can’t hold the weight in place, his balls are painfully stretched and, if he should let go, they will be crushed by the metal ring binding them. As they continually add more plates, the muscle-bound Marine screams in fear and agony, his arms shaking as the weight they must bear continues to increase. A brilliant torture.

A forced bondage workout from hell

A forced bondage workout from hell

 

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Title: Wes Morales: U.S. Marine – Chapter 8

The bondage ordeal continues for the tied-up pool boy

A forced bondage workout from hell

A Marine cums on command in the bondage dungeon

After days of non-stop torture, U.S. Marine Specialist Wes Morales has become an obedient prisoner, kept in a dungeon naked, free from additional beatings so long as he does exactly what he’s told. He quickly agrees to get hard and cum when he is promised doing so will earn him release. The young stud puts on quite a show, pumping out a massive load of cum that covers his hand, cock, pubes, and stomach. But the muscle-bound Marine isn’t going anywhere. His torture has just begun!

A Marine cums on command in the bondage dungeon

A Marine cums on command in the bondage dungeon

 

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Title: Wes Morales: U.S. Marine – Chapter 7

A hot pool boy is turned into a bondage fuck toy

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A Gallery of Guys

By Timxen

The guy who works part-time at your gym

The guy who works part-time at your gym and uses it as one of the places He scouts for targets. He noticed the way you looked at certain guys in the gym, the alpha types, how you would watch them just a little longer when you thought nobody would notice, the hint of desire you had. He organised the roster so He could train you for a few sessions now and then, and He took note of how readily you fell into obedience when He asserted Himself. One time He called you a good boy, and He saw the quick flicker of surprise and pleasure before you regained control of your expression. He accessed the gym’s customer database to find out more about you – not that you knew that at the time.

You bumped into Him a couple of times outside the gym too, at one of the local gay clubs, at a shopping mall. He would say hi and be friendly enough but He wouldn’t stay for a chat. You kind of wished He would. He was sexy, and maybe He’d call you a good boy again somewhere more private. One time you thought you saw Him for just a moment right near your apartment building, but then He’d turned the corner and was gone. You might have imagined it.

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The Weight of Desire

By Justin I

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Finally, Brock spoke, his voice calm but with an edge of teasing amusement. “So, what do you think, Jaxon? Should I take the straps off and let you go? Or should I leave you here like this? Let someone else come in and find you?”

Jaxon’s heart raced at the thought, panic flashing in his eyes as he struggled to lift his head. His body screamed in protest, muscles aching from the workout, but the idea of being left there—helpless, restrained, and locked cock exposed—was too much. His voice came out in weak, breathless protests. “No… don’t. Just… let me go,” he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly, the remnants of his frustration mingling with a hint of desperation.

Brock raised an eyebrow, considering Jaxon’s plea for a long, drawn-out moment. Then, with a small, almost amused nod, he reached down and finally undid the straps from Jaxon’s wrists. Jaxon’s arms fell limply to the mat, his body too drained to do much more than collapse in relief.

But Brock wasn’t quite done. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, sleek business card. Without a word, he leaned over Jaxon’s body and placed the card on Jaxon’s chest, the weight of it almost mocking in its simplicity.

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Who will break first?

Here’s more from the men of Daddy’s Bondage Boys.

The first training exercise is grueling to both Jessie and Colin. Their fronts filled with dozens of clothespins on a string, they balance a glass of water on a heavy weight. The loser gets the string pulled.

Title of this shoot: Gym Training Torment: Part 2

Models in this shoot: Colin Steele, Jessie Balboa

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 09

By Takeo

Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – Training

I do not know how long I sleep until I wake up for the first time. Usually, I tend to sleep on my side, or even on my stomach. But here, the height of the cage under the bed is not high enough for me to turn around. Although I am not really tied up, the straitjacket prevents me from turning over. Without the straitjacket, I think it might have been possible.

Despite being tied up in a neoprene suit in a straitjacket, with my head in the big hood, a plug up my arse, all bathed in the smell of piss, I actually manage to sleep not too badly. Not continuously, of course, but I still manage to get some rest. It is mainly the swelling cock in my cage that wakes me up. My mind wanders and creates scenarios based on what happened during the day, which inevitably leads to painful erections.

When I wake up, I do my best to move my aching limbs, while avoiding waking Sir Flo and Franz, who are sleeping right above me. I can feel their breathing and movements in their sleep and there is no doubt about it, they are sleeping like bliss.

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Seeing It Through – Part 04

By Cutieboy90

Nine months…

Stefan sat paralyzed with frustration at his workbench. Progress on the model had been good the last few weeks, or so he had thought. Each day he’d come back to the workbench and find things wrong.

Step 15 took forever because he had to fill several gaps in the roof of the officer’s quarters. Especially the area around the wheelhouse, where almost nothing lined up, he’d had to fill the seams with strips of plastic and refinish the bulkheads.

In step 22, the deck under the platform of the third funnel was uneven, causing the funnel to be crooked. He had to refile the edges of the deckhouse twice before it sat straight.

And now, he was repainting several bulkheads that he originally thought wouldn’t be visible when the model was completed.

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Cycles of Discipline – Part 03: Stretching

By JoxMau

We walk home the long way.  I look at my watch and see that it is a little past 11 pm. I assume you want us to get home and start my enduro-slavery as close to midnight as possible. I tell you as much. You laugh and tell me it is a good thing that I will be doing a lot less thinking soon because I am only half right. You tell me that you also wanted me to walk off the pina colada, since he wanted me sober as well. I tell you that you know that I am not a lightweight. You smile at me wickedly like you have been doing for weeks now. However I really could not figure out what you were hinting at. I was about to ask and decided not to just as I was about to open my mouth. You had a surprise for me and I wouldn’t want to ruin it. You had stopped what you had been saying as well. You were expecting me to ask. After a moment we finally continue along towards home.

We get home around 11;45. The moment is coming soon and I am growing both equally parts excited and anxious. You take me and hold me tight while grabbing my ass over the jeans.  You lean in and playful bite my neck a few times. You know how to push my buttons and if I wasn’t wearing a chastity belt I would be hard like steel. After a quick sharp slap to my ass, you tell me to strip. I take off my boots and jeans and shorts.  You then give me the key to the chastity and that is taken off too. I am fully naked before you. No gear, no toys; I am just me.

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