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The Fifth Man
By Cuffed Locked
I didn’t expect to end up in chains. But thinking back, I probably should’ve seen it coming. It started a few weeks before with a lawnmower and a stupid joke that I took seriously.
My name is Nathan “Nate” Keller, and about a month back I was out cutting my front yard. It was one of those hot Saturday mornings where the sun bakes the sidewalk and you question all your life choices. That’s when Grant Mason, my neighbor, a hot firefighter, leaned over his porch railing with his usual beer in hand and said, “Hey Keller, when you’re done with yours, why don’t you do mine next?”
He said it like a joke. I laughed like it was one.
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With his wrists tied and suspended to the ceiling, Jamie is helpless to defend his hard muscular body and genitals from the pervy man groping him. The stud is paraded through the corridor like a prize stallion so his perfect body can be inspected by everyone in the office.
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The Shackles of Curiosity – Part 02
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
A Note from the Author:
This story was originally meant to be a “One Off”, but I received several messages encouraging me to continue this scenario, so here you go… (I hope you enjoy!)
The Walk Home
The city had never felt so loud.
Peter had managed to pull his trench coat up over his shoulders, so that he could wear it like a cape. He would have been totally fucked if the damn Argento had actually cuffed his hand behind his back as he had said he would. At the time, Peter was disaapointed. Now he was elated. But even as it was, the manacles were not really covered beneath his coat when it flapped open, and they glistened like mirrored bracelets. He hid in the wings until it sounded like everyone had gone home, and then he left the theater under cover of night, the cool metal around his ankles clinked softly with each step, echoing off alley walls and empty sidewalks. A few passersby cast him strange looks, but no one stopped. In a city like this, you could walk down the street in chains and people would still pretend not to see.
The Toe Tapper
Synopsis: Dean Tucker is a dirty guy who hangs around public restrooms as a hobby. His luck runs out when he taps his toes for officer Tyler Saint. Tyler cuffs him right on the spot and frisks him for any concealed weapon. Dean’s hard cock is the only thing hidden under his clothes. Tyler finds that as a come-on and punishes Dean for his nastiness. After some hard corporal, Tyler fucks Dean suspended inside the toilet stall. At the end of the day, we are not sure if Dean is being punished or he’s having a typical afternoon.
Title of this video: The Toe Tapper
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Even after the officers wrestle him to the ground and yank his clothes off revealing his fit hairy body the young offender still talks back. Completely overpowered by the uniformed constables his cock and ass are given a full inspection. All the rough-housing soon shows as his skin blushes red and the masculine hunk sweats from the strain of being held down.
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 19
Chapter 19: The Pit’s Lock
Nerve Breaks – Freedom Slips
By Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, red lights glinting off concrete walls still damp from Leo’s flood, Marcus’s biometric lock a silent warden sealing their fates.
Jamie slumped in his chair, latex uniform slick with sweat, patrol boots scuffed, exhaustion carving jagged lines into his wiry frame – yet a restless spark flickered in his shadowed glare. Marcus lounged, jeans taut, boots planted, chest bare and smooth where wax once clung, sipping his beer slow, kingly ease masking a coiled edge. Ryan sat rigid, leather vest creased, cap low over a cold smirk, leather pants scuffed – defiance simmering beneath the buzz of his last grind, leather creaking where tags once hung. Leo sprawled, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, hair plastered flat, cane welts itching under damp skin, a twisted grin twitching faint through his defeat.
Jamie snatched the black velvet bag from Marcus’s casual toss – latex squeaking as his fingers closed around it, a hungry glint cutting through his fatigue. “My turn – let’s crank this twisted ride,” he rasped, voice raw and reckless, a hint of dark thrill lacing his words as he shook the bag once – clink of cards sharp in the air. He dipped in, fingers brushing a card, and pulled it free – the gold sheen flared under the red glow, sharp and undeniable.
