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Strip searched in jail
Side-show Bob here really thinks he’s clever. He’s made a foolish error to let the cops arrest him and get sent down ahead of the trial. A trial in which he will be found not guilty of course! All this is rather beneath him. He’s big and muscular and is going to be the cleverest on the wing. No doubt he’ll teach some of the stupider crims how to read and help with their letters from home. All the while he’ll have a big fat grin on his face, because he’s more intelligent than all the prison warders AND the governor.
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Armpit and asshole worship
Master Aaron dishes out sadistic abuse
At Brutal Tops, Master Aaron knows how to destroy a captive’s arse. This restrained muscular animal can’t move a fucking inch without causing itself absolute AGONY! And all it takes is a little flick of the switch to send electro shocks to the his most sensitive bits. Haha! It takes all its willpower not to leap off the block.
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Two naked quarterbacks are bound to the floor by their wrists and ankles
In this “femdom” video from CFNMTV.com, clever young psychology students have sexually teased the men, showing them a pornographic video and stimulating their genitals until they are in a frenzied state of arousal. The quarterbacks can now think of nothing else but getting off, but they are unable to achieve a climax because they are bound to the floor by their wrists and ankles. Despite their intensely excited state, their common sense is still clouded by hate for each other.
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Note that this is a website featuring clothed women dominating naked men.
Reader submission: A captive with several different gags
How many different ways are there to gag a fag? Check out the various images below for some examples:
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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 10
By felon
The message was left for me to expect a visitor this afternoon. I was to be in casual dress — jeans, tee shirt and tennis shoes. At approximately 4 p.m. I got a cell phone message to step outside my apartment and wait. I was already dressed, so I threw on a sweatshirt and stepped outside. An unmarked police cruiser circled the building and pulled up in front of my apartment.
It was one of the men that transported me from the hell camp back to my place. He stepped from the car and walked over to me, bent me over the hood and cuffed my hands, then loaded me in the back of his car.
He drove off and after a few minutes of stone-cold silence announced we were on our way for an appointment with my court-appointed psychiatrist for a “review.”
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