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Impact play with Sir Malice and Property of Sir Malice

Sir Malice (He/Him) and his submissive, Property of Sir Malice (He/Him), are full of relationship goals. They have a longstanding Dom/sub relationship that allows both of them to explore the rich depths of their desires. If you caught Sir Malice in FROCK Vol 2 ‘Fantasy Fuel’ you already know he’s not playing any games when it comes to BDSM. An expert in impact play and rope bondage, tune in to watch Sir Malice deliver a premium cam-show full of hits, smacks and spanks!

Impact play with Sir Malice and Property of Sir Malice

Impact play with Sir Malice and Property of Sir Malice

Impact play with Sir Malice and Property of Sir Malice

 

‘SMACK MY BITCH UP’ is part of ‘LIVE! A streaming series of live cam shows produced in collaboration CAM4.com. Originally shot in real time, the series was live streamed on CAM4.com with 16 performers over the course of four weeks. Every scene is unscripted, unedited and totally real.

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Title of this update: LIVE! Smack My Bitch Up

Impact play with Sir Malice and Property of Sir Malice

Power Exchange

FROCK THE WORLD presents Master R. and Alex El Pup in POWER EXCHANGE, a BDSM scene that starts sweet and tender; but ends rough and tumble.

FROCK THE WORLD presents Master R. and Alex El Pup in POWER EXCHANGE

 

Master R. has two very distinct sides to his personality. His natural disposition is dominant and aggressive, but he can’t help letting his sensual side occasionally take over. Alex El Pup is a kinky twink who loves being told exactly what to do. He loves the soft feeling of rope caressing his naked body, but he also loves getting man handled,tossed around and fucked like a hungry bitch. In POWER EXCHANGE, Master R. leads Alex El Pup through a sexual experience that pushes the limits of desire and opens up his sub to a world of hard-earned pleasure.

FROCK THE WORLD presents Master R. and Alex El Pup in POWER EXCHANGE

FROCK THE WORLD presents Master R. and Alex El Pup in POWER EXCHANGE

 

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FROCK THE WORLD presents Master R. and Alex El Pup in POWER EXCHANGE

FROCK THE WORLD presents Master R. and Alex El Pup in POWER EXCHANGE

Nate – Part 03

By slavebladeboi

Nate gave a final wave as the car carrying Alex and Greg disappeared around the corner of the street. He walked quickly back into the house and placed the addresses they would be at, together with their phone numbers to call in case he might wanted to join them after all, under a fridge magnet where he couldn’t miss seeing them. He stood in the kitchen and took two or three deep breaths to calm his nerves, knowing now was the time to take Mike up on his invitation to have a serious chat.

Mike met him on his doorstep and invited him in. “Go through to the kitchen, Nate, take a seat and I’ll fix us one of my special brews.” He said the last words as if they were in capital letters. He opened the fridge and poured the cloudy liquid into two tall glasses. Then, sitting down opposite Nate, he looked him straight in the eye. “I think we are both wondering what’s next, aren’t we?”

Nate almost did his usual “look down at his feet” move but stopped himself halfway and looked back at Mike. Mike continued to look at him, but, in the end, as Nate didn’t volunteer anything, he said quite quietly, “Be open, Nate. There’s not a lot left to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen you sobbing with regrets, you’ve told me things you probably haven’t ever put into words before. You know things about me not many other people in this world know, plus you’ve seen more of me than most other people have, so let’s just both open up and say what we need to.”

Continue reading Nate – Part 03

A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 06

By Hunter Perez

I blinked myself out of slumber, but I was in a sorry state. The back of my head throbbed and my body felt cold and stiff. But once I began to regain my composure, I could see why I was cold and stiff – I was naked on a stone floor, with nary a thread to separate me from my surroundings.

Even though my eyes were open, I had trouble focusing. I thought there was someone in sitting on a desk looking down at me, but my vision was too blurred to make out who it was.

“Nicky?” I asked. “What kind of crazy jokes are you playing on me?”

The blurry figure didn’t say anything, and I rubbed my eyes trying to regain my sight.

“I’ve got the worst headache,” to the person I couldn’t see. “Can you get me a couple of Tylenol, please?”

“A couple of what?” responded the person in a low, dull male voice – I couldn’t tell if it was Nicky or someone else.

Continue reading A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 06

It is trapped in inescapable full-rubber coverage with a timed lock

Rubber Covered (also known as “it”) is gearing up in its shiniest rubber suit. Every inch of its body is transformed by the new encasement. Underneath the polished exterior, Rubber Covered is plugged in with two breathing tubes that go from its mask, through its nose and all the way down its throat. The final touch is a collar that closes with a timed digital lock around the neck. There’s no escape — and that’s exactly the point.

It is trapped in inescapable full-rubber coverage with a timed lock

It is trapped in inescapable full-rubber coverage with a timed lock

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Title: Rubbercovered

Florida Trap – Part 11

By Johnny Utah

Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC

Note: This is the final chapter. To start at the very beginning, click here.

The stocks sat in the middle of a sandy, sun-baked clearing, surrounded by big green old Army style tents and a few plywood buildings with tin roofs. Sweat was pouring into my eyes as I shuffled over to a low platform with two tall vertical posts and two cross members with holes cut in them for my head and arms. What had I got myself into!

A gorilla-sized guard of this hellhole pointed at me and said, “OK, shithead, this can go easy or I can go and get ten of my buddies and fuck you up for life, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You stay still while I get these chains off you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I was unshackled and uncuffed.

“Put yer boots in the there.”

I dropped my booted feet into the half circles on the platform. A plank with another two half circles dropped in over my boots. My feet were trapped. In front of me was a crosspiece with cut-outs for my head and arms.

Continue reading Florida Trap – Part 11

Total Behavioral Solutions – Part 03

By Sang Freud

Brian was in the observation booth reviewing paperwork when he saw the orderlies return with 5962. The subject formerly known as Tom Hathaway was definitely changed. 5962 was now completely smooth and hairless, and the heavy canvas straitjacket practically gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Brian noticed that 5962 was guided rather than dragged to the exam table.

The orderlies encountered no resistance whatsoever as they laid their subject down, and Brian thought he even saw 5962 willingly place his legs into the stirrups that jutted out from the table’s end. Of course the orderlies secured 5962’s legs with leather restraints before cranking the stirrups apart, but Brian even wondered if this one would have willingly spread its legs for him. His speculation got stronger when he saw the tip of 5962’s dick poking out of its foreskin, covered with a light sheen of precum. It wasn’t overly common, but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time that a subject’s true nature emerged under Brian’s gaze.

Continue reading Total Behavioral Solutions – Part 03