In my view, there is something incredibly hot about a dude being FORCED to lick the feet of another man. Today’s Feet picture is from the Bound Gods vault. (If you want to look this one up, it’s called “The Cat Burglar and His Prey,” featuring Chad Rock and Luka.)
Video of the above shoot here
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This proud young straight punk is tied with his arms and legs akimbo so his naked body is totally vulnerable. His mouth may say no, but when his dick gets expertly sucked he can’t stop it from growing hotly engorged. There’s nothing like seeing a stupid hetero shouting how he’s not gay while his big uncontrollable hard-on bobs up and down! They own his fucking cock and they control it by roping a heavy weight to his package. Now his balls and stiff dick are wrenched down so that with the lightest kick they can send an intense wave of pain travelling throughout Jack’s body. His arsehole is aggressively fingered so his tight man hole gets pried open. Jack can shout and scream homophobic things all he wants. But they show him who the bender is, manipulating his dick till it’s aching hard while his arse is filled with a fat dildo. He ejaculates directly into Aaron’s mouth and while Jack howls in protest his gob is filled with his own spunk. Jack may protest he’s not gay, but he’s the one standing there with cum dribbling down his face, a leaking tumescent cock and a loosened arsehole.
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By asiancuffs
15 Aug 2017
After about 30 minutes drive on the highway (I can keep track of the time as there is a digital clock above the rear-view mirror in the driver’s compartment), the wagon pulled into the service area. They parked the vehicle at one end and I noticed that the washroom is at the other end of the area, about 300 feet away. The reason why they did not park closer to the washroom is what we pre-arranged to have as much public explosure as possible. If this is a real operation, they will take the most direct, closest and most efficient steps on every move. We can have this arrangement of marching through the shops as they know I am a 100 percent “safe” prisoner.
After they parked the wagon, they both get out from the driver’s seat and unlocked the back door, followed by the sliding gate. One of them jumped onto the prisoner compartment and unlocked the handcuffs that connect my shackle chain to the steel seat bar. He lifted me up by my armpit, and both of them helped me to get down to the ground from the wagon as the shackle chain is not long enough for me to reach the ground. They locked back the rear door and with one on each side holding me by my armpit, they marched me to the washroom. Uniform police, in an escort formation, holding one guy in the middle, clanking of chains, all these immediately draw attention from the people in the rest area. I tried to act and walk like a prisoner by lowering my head, but in fact my sight was always observing other people’s reaction.
When there are people walking toward us, most of them hold their step and move to the side a bit to give way for us to pass them before they continue their walk. With three of us standing alongside, we almost occupied two-thirds of the pathway, so people have to give way to us. When we walked past these people, most of them looked at this prisoner, some even chatting in low voice with their company about this prisoner. Finally we reached the washroom and after we walked inside, there are a few people inside already, some pissing, some washing hands. They all have a shocked expression when they see us coming in. The officers pointed one urinal to me and I start unzipping my pants while they turn around with their back facing me for me to do my job. Actually I don’t need to piss but tried to squeeze a few drops out. After I finished, I was instructed to walk to the wash basin to wash my hands. Then they escorted me out in the same manner, walking back to the wagon. When we walked by a convenience shop, one officer went inside to get some bottled water and I was given one bottle.
When we reached the wagon, they helped me climb up again and the handcuffs were attached back to the shackle chain. I was back to the same transport positon except I have a bottle of water in my hand now. They started the engine and we drove back onto the highway heading to city F.
To be continued …
Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!
Meet slave Mike. He is a real pervert who gets chained on a toilet for long term. It turns him on not to be able to rise from the chair, only suffer from intense pain in his thighs! He also has a padlock locked around his balls. It is a combination lock with 100,000 combinations! Even if stupid Mike tries 100 positions a day, it will take him about three years to open!
Do you want to contact slave Mike? Maybe laugh at him or abuse him? Tell him what a disgusting pervert he is, or maybe ask him about his situation. You can e-mail him at:
mike_stockholm@hotmail.com
At BreederFuckers, Aaron’s most hated nightmare is here and it’s never going to end. He’s starkers and tied to the walls by every limb so he can barely move. That proud cock and balls are hanging out in the open for them to toy with or punish however they like. The deepest shame he could ever feel is to get off by the hands of other men and not be able to stop himself from enjoying it. He must bend his head down obediently to give oral unintentionally constricting his throat at the same time. This fucker will have cock breath for months after this
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Check out the picture that CaptiveCueball just sent via email:
By David Sellers
About eighteen months ago we had a threeway with Roger, a twenty-something nurse who used to date one of my husband’s coworkers. The sex with Roger, that first time, was completely vanilla—and completely amazing. Roger has a hot body, a killer smile, and medium-length brown hair. And he loved to be fucked. The second time he came over we told him about our bondage gear and our playroom — which has a sling, a fuckbench, and a cage in addition to the bondage board—but Roger wasn’t into it. He didn’t even want to see it. More vanilla sex, more threeways. Roger and my husband hit it off. They began to spend a lot of time together when I was out of town. (I travel for work once or twice a month.) About a year ago my husband asked me if it was okay for Roger to be — to think of himself as, to tell people he was — my husband’s boyfriend.
That was fine, I said.
There was more.
