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Bondage sex at the Mr S store in San Francisco with a Neoprene Cocksucker Hood

A ripped stud gets his hole shocked and filled at Mr. S Leather Store.

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This is a classic shoot from Bound In Public. DJ visits Mr. S Leather Store, and a couple of horny dudes jump on him. They hold him down and grope him as the other store patrons watch. Josh West finds a NEOPRENE COCKSUCKER HOOD at the store and slaps it on the unexpected prisoner. Strangers line up and shove their cocks down DJ’s throat. They jam an electric butt-plug up his hole and flog him nice and hard. A bunch of dudes fuck DJ while he’s suspended over the dungeon bed. The crowd cheers as he receives many loads of cum and gets tossed naked into the streets.

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The Trucker – Part 01

By Steellock

Matt sat on the grass bank by the roadside and checked the note that had come with the package of leather that the Trucker had sent through via Jim:

‘Wear your bleacher jeans, Levi jacket and those boots. Nothing else.

Buckle on the padded wrist restraints, lock them on.

Then buckle the ankle restraints over your boots and lock them.

Pull on the hood then zip it closed and lock the zip to the collar with the last small padlock

Use the big padlocks, one through the D rings on your ankle restraints to lock your boots together and the last through the D loops on your wrists behind your back.

Sit on the bank and wait by the mile marker and wait for me.

He looked down and checked his body. His bleacher, sleeveless Levi jacket hanging open, pushed out by his wide shoulders and hanging open over his heavy pecs and ribbed 6 pack. His arms with their bulging biceps and triceps hanging down by his sides, the wide black leather belt cinched tight round his narrow waist, through the loops in his 501 bleacher jeans. His heavily muscled thighs filling out the legs. The jeans stopped in a turnup mid-calf, and he could then see his heavy, polished black, Grinder boots with their neat tight yellow laces showing as a row of 20 lines on each one.

Continue reading The Trucker – Part 01

Some Time in Rubber – Part 7

By rts

(conclusion)

We reached the cabin and went inside, I was hungry thirsty and tired. He walked through the room in front of me, his rubber shining as the light played over his moving body. He handed me a large jug and told me to drink. It was some sort of protein shake and I eagerly drank as much as I could. When I had finished he came to me holding the heavy rubber straight jacket, turned me around and helped me struggle into it. He crossed my arms across my chest and strapped them behind my back, pulling tight the other multiple straps confining me securely in it.

Ignoring my protests, he next took an inflatable gag pressing it into the mouth opening of my hood and then filling it with air sealing it in my mouth. I could now only breathe through the two nose holes in the hood.

Continue reading Some Time in Rubber – Part 7