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Lining up to get their cocks sucked
By a guy who is tied up in the toilet
Today’s Tied Up Cocksucker picture is from the Bound in Public site
Lent Out – Part 3
By JR
I woke up struggling against this neoprene sack throughout the night and into the next morning. My mouth was caked with piss, cum and saliva. The hood felt hot and the complete blackness grew frustrating. The collar make my neck stiff and sore. I had no idea what time it was. My arms were tight against my sides. I was thirsty and aching and had to pee. My dick was still locked in the chastity pod, fighting futilely against its spikes.
Someone came to release me, informed me it was already after noon. He removed the gag from my mouth, but reminded me the hood was staying on until Sunday. He removed the pod from my dick. After fighting erections in this thing all night, now that my dick was finally free it was too exhausted to get hard.
I drank some water and used the bathroom. I wondered what my dick looked like after getting impaled by the little spikes. I stretched and tried to orient myself despite the lack of vision, and considered what Tyler and Keith might have in store for me for the remainder of my captivity. I was led into the shower and washed down thoroughly. Then I was brought down to the kitchen and fed some eggs. I used my hands as I could not find my mouth with a fork.
I was slowly coming back to life, sitting in this kitchen naked except for a hood and trying to eat. My mind wandered back to the previous night, a wild an unexpected and totally hot night, and my dick sprang up as if suddenly realizing it was finally free to do so.
“That’s awesome,” I heard Tyler. “Just sitting here eating your fucking eggs turns you on.” I just smiled, remembering his ban on speaking. After some silence he said, “It’s ok, you can speak now. Are you doing ok?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Seriously, that wasn’t too intense?”
Male bondage and confinement: Chained in a cage
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Chained to the wall
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Master Tober Brandt walks a slave like a dog on a leash
Today’s Dog Training picture is from Bound Gods. It’s from Master Tober Brandt and slave chet.
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Undercover – Chapter 3
By lthr_jock
Jim woke up the next day in his new bed. He lay there, arms crossed behind his head and wondered how he had got into the situation he found himself in last night. He had no idea how long he had been suspended in the frame – but by the time he had been released, he was dripping with sweat, his muscles were cramping and his cock was desperate for release. He could vaguely remember hands touching his muscles, fondling his crotch, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what happened next or how he got home.
His muscles still ached from his bondage yesterday, so he levered himself out of bed and took a long, hot shower to try and get the kinks out. Sitting down to some breakfast, he crunched his way through a bowl of cereal while typing out his first days report for the Inspector. He discretely omitted details about the events in Inferno, instead mentioning that he had made contact with the club owner. Sending the email, he sat back to plan his day.
Undercover – Chapter 1
By lthr_jock
PC Jim Maxwell paced nervously up and down. He was in his Inspectors office and had now been waiting for Inspector Turner for 15 minutes. Three weeks out of Hendon and already summoned to the office. He had no idea why, but he was sure he had done something wrong. He racked his brain but couldn’t think of anything. Since joining, he’d done everything right and had received no criticisms from his Sergeant. Sure, it had been easier for him that for some of the other recruits — at 27, he was older than them and the 9 years he’d served in the army had got him used to the sort of discipline required in the police.
Even so he was worried. He ran his fingers nervously through his hair — while not long, it was no longer in the tight military cut he was used too. His 6ft frame moved lightly across the floor, despite the weight of his muscles.
Always a big man, he had already found the usefulness of his size in dealing with awkward situations.