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Seamus O’Reilly is fisted by Rob Yaeger

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Check them out. The new orderly on the night shift is a total pervert, capturing his supervisor and running him through a series of medical tests on his cock and ass.

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At Bound Gods. Late into the hospital’s night shift, orderly Seamus O’Reilly takes a new hire, Rob Yaeger, through the normal routine. Rob, already bored with the night’s tasks, starts feeling horny at the sight of all the pumps and probes. He checks out Seamus, rubbing his cock through his scrubs and asking if they are the only ones around. Seamus nonchalantly replies that no one else will be around for the rest of the shift, unaware of Rob’s intentions. Rob pounces on Seamus, strapping him down to an operating table and pinching his body all over in clothespins. Rob inspects Seamus’ gigantic cock, running a sharp and painful Wartenberg wheel up the tender shaft to test Seamus’ reflexes. Satisfied with Seamus’ hard-on in reaction to the exam so far, Rob decides to focus on his own cock, ramming it into Seamus’ gaped mouth, pried open with a spider gag. Rob slaps the clothespins off Seamus as he screams at the top of his lungs and moves him to an exam chair for an anal inspection. Seamus is made to take a succession of large butt plugs before Rob inserts his fist as far as he’s able. Next, Rob straps Seamus to another exam chair with the sub’s legs spread apart in the stirrups as his vulnerable feet are caned again and again. After ramming his cock up his ass Seamus has his cock milked of all the cum before having it shoved in his mouth. Prying the captive’s mouth open, Rob shoots a load right into Seamus’ mouth before leaving him for the doctor’s to find.

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Leather Lover Lunatic Asylum

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By Mister-Spartan

Ryan and Walt were in bed. Ryan was tightly enclosed in his favorite leather straitjacket, plus leather pants. His cock, as usual, was in chastity. Walt was alongside, his arms around Ryan.

“You’ll be gone for a whole month? What am I going to do during all that time?”

“I’ve thought about that. There’s this place that you can stay at called the ‘Leather Lover Lunatic Asylum.’ You’ll be able to get your leather fetish satisfied while they keep you secure, feeding you, bathing you, taking care of all your needs. They call it a ‘lunatic asylum’ not because it is an official one, but because their guests are kept in leather straitjackets. It should suit you perfectly.”

Ryan thought about it. It sounded like just what he would want. He finally smiled and said, “You’re right. It won’t be the same without you, but it sounds like the next best thing. You know what I like. Thank you.” The two kissed and turned over to go to sleep.

When it came time for Walt to leave on his business trip, he called the facility. In a couple of hours, a white van drove up. Two beefy guys got out that were dressed in all white, looking just like attendants at a mental facility. They brought along a gurney that had a lot of straps attached to it, as well as a pile of black leather gear lying on top of it.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 6

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By lthr_jock

Fletcher grinned to himself as he led Sergeant Davis down to the garage level. The Sarge was clearly having trouble keeping up due to the transport chains, and his shuffling walk only made the chains clank more loudly. Fletcher made sure to keep his pace fast so that Davis had to work to keep up – all the more difficult as Davis couldn’t see out of the headbag.

Fletcher led Davis to the backdoor of a transport van and helped Davis inside. There, he secured the transport chains to a ring in the floor and locked Davis inside the van before clambering into the driving seat. As he drove across town, he fondled his growing cock as he thought about what was in store for Davis.

The journey took about 20 minutes – but to Davis it seemed like hours. He couldn’t see anything, and the back of the van was uncomfortable and noisy. Finally it stopped and he heard the sound of boots on gravel as Fletcher walked around to the back of the van. He heard the low rumble of voices outside the van, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly, the door of the van was opened, his chains were unlocked from the bolt in the floor and he was being pulled outside. There were multiple hands on him – three men at least – and from the feel of them they were strong and clearly used to dealing with restrained people. They grabbed him around the arms and started to march him off. He tried to keep up by hobbling along, but they were moving too fast and he soon tripped. The hands held him upright but did not stop – they just dragged him along until he struggled back onto his feet.

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