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Ultra blindfold
This blindfold keeps all light from entering with no pressure on the eyes. It is both effective and sexy as fuck!
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Nipple torture items available here
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Male BDSM gear: Asylum hood and muzzle
Check out this sensory deprivation gear available from Mr S:
Asylum hood available here
Asylum muzzle here
Also check out the Vector Ultra Padded Straitjacket
RubCop has ModeNarr strapped into a bondage chair in full-coverage gear
In a video, RubCop straps ModeNarr into a bondage chair wearing a Top-To-Bottom leather hood and torments him with a vibrator. There is no talking, just the sound of creaking leather straps, and moans and groans.
See VIDEO of the above-pictured action at Serious Male Bondage
Title: RUBCOP – PART 2OF2
Male BDSM gear: Asylum Muzzle
The leather muzzle doesn’t cover the entire head, so it’s perfect for those long, hot bondage sessions. He won’t be able to see or really say much, but he’ll be able to hear every command you give him.
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More Bondage / BDSM gear from Mr S here
Iron restraints available here
Shamus gets tightly belt buckled from his arms down to his feet
At BreederFuckers, Shamus makes an enticing sight with his muscles restricted from being tightly belt buckled from his arms down to his feet. He writhes pathetically on the floor unable to cover himself for anyone who passes by. He’s facefucked till he gags.
To better get at his asshole, his legs are suspended up in the air so he can be screwed at both ends, fucked with a power tool and made to stick his tongue up another man’s asshole. With his gob wide open he’s made to receive a mouthful of spunk.
To see more, go to BreederFuckers
Bondage gear: Leather straitjacket
The Pit’s Grip – Part 20
Chapter 20: The Pit’s Shock
Current Cracks – Crown Falls
By Restrained4U
The pit pulsed, red lights carving jagged shadows across concrete walls still damp from Leo’s flood, Marcus’s biometric lock a silent jailer over their fates.
Marcus reached for the black velvet bag – boots thudding faintly as he shook it, clink of cards sharp and deliberate. “Pit’s mine – let’s see its teeth,” he growled, voice low and edged, fingers dipping in to pull a black card – white letters stark under the red glow.
He read slow, each word a gauntlet, “Bound – roll two dice for minutes, TENS unit shocks. Endure or beg – failure draws a punishment.” He set it down on the scarred table – SHOCK’S THRONE – eyes glinting with a steely glare, sweeping the room.
Marcus leaned forward, tossing the dice – 4 and 4. “Eight minutes,” he barked, voice steady, kingly defiance stiff in his frame as he sat, boots planted firm.