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Remastered video: Nate Grimes begs for mercy
Hung stud Nate Grimes takes on the 30-Minute Challenge
Longtime KinkMen fan Nate Grimes is an experienced BDSM player, but can he withstand 30 minutes under Sebastian’s mercy?
Synopsis: Nate Grimes is a real-life player in his personal time, and he has been a fan of the KinkMen family of sites for a while now, but he’s never experienced anything like the 30 Minute Torment Challenge. He starts off in the pit, his hard cock dangling between his legs as Sebastian starts warming him up brutally. Nate begs for more once the punches come out, so they give him the flogger to really get his body screaming. Strapped to the chair, his sight is removed, and clover clamps decorate his torso as Nate breathes through the intense pain. His senses are driven wild once the sharp pinwheel glides across his body, tormenting his clamped skin until he pleads for mercy. For his last challenge, Nate is made to ride the gimp’s hard cock, all while enduring a caning on his thighs and tight ass. As if his nipples weren’t sore enough, they finish him off with a zipper of clothespins across the chest before having him shoot his thick load all over the dark dungeon floor.
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It started with Mitts –Part 13
By bondagegimp
Trauma therapy
Wall. In front of me, all I can see is the wall. I’m standing on my tiptoes. The muzzle I’m wearing has this ring right in front of my mouth, and Bob has attached it to a hook on the wall so high that I have to stand on tiptoes and look diagonally upwards. Bob has left me here while he prepares something. I can’t see what, I can’t see him. I only see the wall. My head is tied to the wall with a thick lock. But I can hear him working.
Steel bars are banging together, a screwdriver is screwing, things are being pushed back and forth on the floor. I have no idea what he’s up to. I’m nervous, sweating. The sweat is collecting in the booties of the rubber suit. It’s the same one as yesterday on our walk. The one with the rubber sheath over the hole. Bob fucked it into me again with great pleasure. I’m also wearing my sneakers again. And the gag from yesterday, the mouth over it is taped up again with the foil plaster, on top of which is the rubber mask from the suit.
Bob wants to re-create yesterday. We were just lying in the evening sun. My shoulders ached from the tight restraints, the collar cutting into my neck. But I enjoyed the moment with Bob, who, lost in thought, played with my nipples while I snuggled into his muscles.
It started with Mitts –Part 11
By bondagegimp
Going for a walk
I wake up when Bob gets up and realize I barely slept. The sun is shining into the room. The night was hard. I could hardly sleep in the tight restraints, but that was probably also due to the heavy thoughts that were troubling me. Yesterday was really too much. I can’t do this. My mind is made up: As soon as I can make the decision, I will leave Bob.
My only concern is whether he’ll actually allow it. Sure, he’ll ostensibly give me the choice. Bob has never lied to me; he keeps his word. On the surface. Because in the end, he always gets what he wants. Will he manipulate me? He still has plenty of time to brainwash me. Or will he trick me somehow? In any case, he’ll want to make it look like I made the decision myself. I spent the whole night wondering how he’d go about it.
Bob comes back to bed with me, where I’m still wrapped in the leather straps. He lies down next to me and cuddles. I don’t respond, trying to keep my distance, not letting myself be seduced. Still, it feels good. Bob plays with me until my cock is hard again. “Yesterday wasn’t easy for you. I thought we’d take a little trip today. I wanted to show you some of the beautiful scenery. We’ll leave after breakfast!”
Bob always manages to surprise me. I’m happy to finally be able to get out again. He won’t be able to lead me on a leash, or in handcuffs. A little bit of freedom. But I remain suspicious—I still remember the “party” well.
It started with Mitts –Part 10
By bondagegimp
In the office
How many days have passed since the party? 4? 5? It’s not easy to keep track when you spend a lot of time in masks or cells that don’t let in daylight. I wonder if Bob is doing this on purpose? Does he want me to lose control, to lose track of the days?
Today I’m allowed to see something again, although not completely freely. I’m wearing a rubber mask that, instead of proper eye openings, has several small holes in front of my eyes, a bit as if someone had randomly punched about 10 holes in front of each eye. Daylight comes in, which is pleasant. And I can see something, which is also an improvement compared to some of the last few days. But it’s difficult to focus. Sometimes my eye looks through one hole, then the other. It’s usually easier to close one eye and look through one hole with just one eye. But that’s tiring, and only a small section, a small tunnel. Somehow oppressive. So I look with both eyes, without focusing.
Bondage gear: Leather straitjacket
It started with Mitts –Part 01
By bondagegimp
Prologue
I recently graduated from university, then worked for a year and saved a bit of money to be able to travel for several months. But only very simply. Hostels, hitchhiking – that’s all I can manage. But that’s enough for me. I want to see the world.
I’ve known for a long time that I like men and I’ve had sex with different guys, but it’s never been enough for a relationship. Something was always missing. And maybe that’s because of my hidden side. I’ve discovered that I’m turned on by scenes in films where men are tied up, when I see men tied up, etc. I have found more pictures on the internet that turn me on, men in rubber or leather suits, tied up, with masks, gags in different positions, etc.
But: In my home country, everyone is a bit conservative, or at least that’s what I think. I don’t dare to pursue these tendencies any further, let alone live them out. That’s not least the reason why I want to travel, why I want to see the world.
Jordan Foster endures The Pit, The Chair, and The Gimp Room
Check out these shots from 30 Minutes Of Torment:
The Pit – Jordan Foster stands with his hands bound behind his back as Van cuts away the his jock. Once his cock is rock hard, Jordan endures a beating and a heavy flogging before he’s taken to the chair. The Chair – With a ball gag in his mouth, heavy weights are added to Jordan’s balls as clothespins are attached all across his torso. One by one Van crops the clothespins off and torments the captive’s nipples as he screams in pain. The Gimp Room – Jordan is bound with his feet in the air for a caning. His torment continues as he’s suspended in the air until the Gimp is ready with his hard cock. Jordan is relentlessly fucked in mid-air as Van torments him with the zapper. Finally, a rope is tied around his neck as Jordan rides the Gimp’s hard cock, enduring one last flogging as he’s challenged to blow his load.
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