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Milking It (For All That It’s Worth)

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By RotherhamMan

“That one there.”

Frank looked up to where Luis was nodding. “The one with the cap?”

“Nah, next to him, the one with the shorts on.”

Frank wasn’t subtle as he looked the guy up and down, taking in his clothes and how they fit him and speculating on what was beneath, “Oh, yeah, not too bad.”

“Nice lips,” muttered Luis. He could tell even from this distance that they were full and pouty lips that were rare for a guy. He was as open as his friend was in checking the guy out but more so when he palmed his erection. “I’d like them on my cock.”

Frank snorted as he finished a swig from the can of beer. “You’d like any lips on your cock.”

“Nah, I like a pretty face and lips. I have standards.”

The guy and his friends had noticed the two young men staring at them and after a few moments of shifting, clearly uncomfortable, moved on somewhere else. Luis rolled his eyes, couldn’t they take the compliment of being checked out? Probably straight, a waste of good lips in his opinion.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 15

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“10 Days in Detention” series by socalbdBy socalbd

There were so many thoughts running through my mind as I knelt in the center of the dungeon. Dan had cuffed my wrists behind my back and blindfolded me, leaving me on my knees and naked, waiting for John’s return.

It was quiet in the dungeon. I kept thinking about the last 24 hours or so and how Dan had put me through an intense regimen of bondage, torture and sexual service. Even with all that had happened, I realized all of that was just an appetizer for what could come if they decided and agreed to subject me to 10 days in detention.

Trying to keep my kneeling position was difficult. I was very tried from what I had experienced, and maintaining my balance was a chore.

When I heard the dungeon door finally open, it had to have been anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour that I had been left there alone.

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A bodybuilder is tied, pleasured and tortured

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At Dream Boy Bondage, Anthony Martin works muscle man Stefano’s uncut cock. The bound slave cums despite the nonstop pain of the rack. He’s rewarded by being stretched on the rack even harder! Later, after hanging on the cross for hours, when every muscle in his body is fatigued to the point of failure, bodybuilder Stefano must press 170 pounds or be shocked with electricity!

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Title of the scene shown here: STEFANO: Blind Muscle

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Bodybuilder Stefano is tortured on the bench press

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The saga of a bodybuilder sent to Dream Boy Bondage to be trained as a pain slave by a rich Italian landowner continues. Stefano will suffer any torture to save his family back home. You won’t believe his muscles in bondage and on the cross, his cock erupting with cum, all at the hands of top man Anthony Martin.

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Title of the scene shown here: STEFANO: Blind Muscle

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Anton gets a bondage workout

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At BreederFuckers, Anton arrives wanting to work out. But they are going to give this sexy fucker a harder workout then he ever imagined. He’s the type of shy straight bastard who refuses to strip in front of other men because he doesn’t want them perving over him. After he’s tied up, there’s no way he can stop them from groping his big dangly cock through his trackie bottoms. He’s a hard man that refuses to show emotion but if he doesn’t comply the punishment will be severe.

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Twenty-First Century Slavery – Part 02

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By convict 975468

On the third or the fourth day—it was hard to keep track of time–the 12 civilian prisoners were allowed to dress in their own clothes.  Then they were chained up and moved by truck to the airfield, where they were taken into a military plane and locked to benches running along the side.  After a flight of several hours, they landed at another military base.  MP’s boarded the plane and unchained them from the benches.  They were led off the plane to an army truck, placed in the back, and secured.

Upon arriving at the base stockade, they were removed from the vehicle and led inside.  They went through two barred doors into a room with barred doors leading in several directions.  Their handcuffs and leg irons were removed and they were told to strip and put their clothes in the plastic bag given to each of them.  They were taken through the barred door to their right into what turned out to be a shower area.  They were sprayed with a foul smelling chemical and after a few minutes were allowed to shower it off.  They were issued olive-drab towels.  When they were dry, they were returned to the first room. The bags containing their clothes were gone, replaced by two stacks of skivvies and tee shirts.  One of the MPs said, “Civilians are not allowed to wear a uniform, so you’ll have to make do with these.”

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The Bear Trap – Part 05

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By FirefighterSIR

Part 5: The Workout

“Uggh! Uhhh uh uuhhh…” the slave panted, trying to catch his breath around the rubber ball gag gripped in his teeth. His lips pulled back and his jaw opened in a desperate attempt to draw in air, drool gushing out in thick ropes that dripped down his chest and abs onto his cock finally exposed after three days of confinement.

His muscled arms had been pulled back and stretched over a bar against his back and chained to the spreader bar shackled to the slave’s ankles. The slave’s balls were chained to an eyebolt in the ground, causing his nuts to be stretched and tugged with each new punch during the Captain’s workout. The slave’s head snapped back from the flurry of jabs directed at his punished bruised abs again. He growled deeply into the gag and more spit flew.

The bar behind the slave’s back was just high enough to keep the slave’s sweat and dirt streaked body stretched out and open to the Captain’s human punching bag workout. The first morning rays of the sun broke over the distant hills and reddened the scene on the bare hilltop. The Captain had rigged the bars and chains among the bare framing of the new compound He was creating.

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