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The Cock Tease – Part 2

By New York Cheech

I don’t know how long he left me there. I’m sure it wasn’t for more than a few minutes, but it felt like more. My mind was racing. The pain in my nips and balls had subsided into a dull ache. I was slowly loosing my erection and getting a little depressed. And then the music started. There were definitely high-quality speakers in the room, and I heard a Marilyn Manson album began to play loudly. “…it’s arma-goddam-mother-fuckin-geddon…” The music was both menacing and erotic at the same time.

With the music playing, I didn’t hear him return to the room until he was very near me. I actually felt his energy before I really saw him. As soon as I saw him, my flaccid dick came back to life. He was naked, and this was the first time I was getting a good look at his body. He was my vision of the perfect man. His chest was muscled and strong, and defined by the leather harness that crisscrossed his massive pecs. His torso was covered in fur, but trimmed short and kept neat. His flat 6-pack stomach led my eyes down to one of the most beautiful uncut cocks I have ever seen. He was well endowed, and I could tell the girth could get some getting used to. His balls were heavy and full and shaved clean. His legs were muscular and tan, and he had a serpent tattoo wrapping around his left leg from his calf up to his upper thigh.

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Pain slut Dylan Deap takes the cattle prod

Here’s a vintage shoot from the men over at 30 Minutes of Torment. In the episode pictured below, Dylan Deap endures heavy caning, the cattle prod and hard cock up his ass:

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Pain slut Dylan Deap strips down to nothing but a jock as he’s locked in place and bound in leather. After enduring the flogger, Dylan gets his cock rock hard, his cock and balls bound in rope as his flogging continues. In the padded cell, he’s tossed around and tormented with the zapper and the crop before Van breaks out the cattle prod. The captive screams in pain as the crop rains down against his skin, his balls being crushed under the weight of Van’s boot. Dylan is then bound on a pedestal with the wooden cane beating against his ass before Van has his gimp shove a hard cock in Dylan’s mouth. Dylan is repeatedly flogged as he takes a rough fucking from the gimp’s hard cock. Van pries the stud’s mouth open as the gimp shoots a hot load of cum right into his mouth. Dylan is then let down as Van milks a load out of his cock, finishing Dylan off with some post-orgasmic torment before smacking all the cum back in Dylan’s face.

 

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The Roommate – Part 6

By RbbrStorage

Note: This story originally appeared on the gay fetish RubberZone site. It is reposted here with permission.

“Work.”

It was Wednesday. Matt counted to ten in frustration, anxious to pull off the hood he had worn for the previous fourteen hours, but already frustrated at the discomfort he felt from the chastity cage that his roommate had left locked onto his crotch. As soon as the hood was off Matt looked down at the cage. It was tiny, black plastic and locked in place with a small brass lock. Matt recognized it from his websurfing fantasies as a CB-2000. Matt cursed that prick of a roommate of his for buying the smallest of the CB chastity devices. Matt couldn’t decide if it was a slight to his male ego to have had the smallest size purchased for him or a testament to his willpower that his roommate believed Matt could handle having his dick constrained in the tightest space. Either way, he wasn’t too pleased – particularly because having it locked onto his crotch turned him on so damn much, forcing his dick to constantly fight the tight plastic until the pain finally drained it back to a comfortable size, leaking out a considerable stream of pre-cum each time it ran through its escape attempts.

Matt turned towards the small bathroom to get ready for work, then stopped, noticing something different on the laundry. A different shirt, similar in style and fabric with the top buttons removed, was draped on a hanger next to a different pair of slacks – same size as the snug pair he’d been wearing all week and just as thin a material, but a lighter color. No doubt about it, a pre-cum stain would be highly obvious on these tan slacks. Matt wondered what purpose was behind the change of pants.

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The Roommate – Part 3

By RbbrStorage

Note: This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is reposted here with permission.

Matt had no idea how much time had passed when he felt his roommate unwrapping the rubber strips that held him mummified to the weight bench. His muscles ached and his head swam in confusion only made worse by the sensory deprivation caused by having every hole plugged and controlled. Matt was pulled off the bench and stripped of the rubber bondage surf suit, then led across the room and onto a platform that felt rubbery and spongy. It only took Matt a moment to realize that he was standing on his treadmill, but by then the rubber fist mitts on his wrists had been secured to the crossbar. Matt felt his roommate unstrap the gag stuffed in Matt’s mouth and pull it free, only to quickly replace it with a wide rubber tube gag through which Matt would be able to draw all the oxygen an exercising body could need. His roommate then inserted some kind of narrow tube deep into the gag and taped it in place, leaving the wide tube otherwise open. Moments later a drip of sweet liquid started through the tube. Matt recognized it as his favorite sports drink.

Suddenly the world shifted under his feet and Matt nearly fell to the floor, only to be steadied by his roommate as he clued into the situation. Matt started walking in time to the treadmill, slowly clearing the fogginess from his head. Over the next hour, his roommate slowly increased the speed of the treadmill until, soon, Matt was jogging at a good speed, breathing heavily through the wide piss gag while the sports drink trickled down his throat. Finally, after what seeming like hours, his roommate slowed the treadmill and eventually brought the exercise session to an end. Matt wheezed through the gag, relieved that the exercise was over, and then particularly relieved when he felt his catheter drained somewhere other than his mouth.

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In Bronze

By ty dehner

The rope was tight around his wrists as his hands formed into fists while he was struggling. At times his toes would curl with the rope snug around his ankles.

When he entered the front door, I left a note for him to strip naked. I didn’t care what he was wearing when he arrived, but he will be wearing what I want when he leaves. I will decide when he leaves, and it won’t be the same way as he arrived.

As he turned and looked at the door I came up behind him and placed the leather blindfold on him. His mouth opened and left a slight moan as the first of his senses were removed. He placed his hands behind his back and spread his feet slightly to stand at attention. That was impressive, as he wasn’t even ordered to do so. With my leather-gloved hands, I gently stroked his naked body. I could tell he was truthful in our online chat that he was a firefighter. He was firm but not overly built.

While stroking this body in front of me, I could hear his breathing increase and his cock was growing in front of him.

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