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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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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.
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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.
Ruff Bondage Mitt
Take complete control of your captive with the Ruff Bondage Mitt — taking away all use of his hands and putting his full focus on sucking your cock, licking your boots, or whatever else your imagination can come up with.
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 05
Chapter 5: The Pit’s Cane
Strokes Break – Flesh Binds
By Restrained4U
The dungeon hung heavy, winch hook creaking.
Jamie slumped, eyes flicking to Leo’s trembling card.
Ryan’s ragged breaths rasped from the cross, weights pulling, clamps biting deep into his chest, his jaw clenched tight – but a flicker of grim hope burned in his gaze now. After Leo’s turn, those cursed clamps would finally come off, his torment ticking down as Leo’s loomed.
Marcus leaned back, arms crossed, his smirk a cold blade as the rustle of the blood-red punishment bag faded, its threat now clutched in Leo’s grip.
Leo’s fingers shook, the card’s crimson edges blurring in the dim light, white lettering stark and unforgiving. He swallowed, throat dry, and read it to himself first – Fuck, not this – his gut twisting as the words sank in. His voice came out low, cracked, barely steady as he read aloud. “Roll two dice for cane strike – strap to the table face-down, count ‘em loud, or the pit doubles it.” He let the card slip to the table – ROLL AND CANE in white – and stared at it, the range – two to twelve – searing into his skull, his breath hitching fast. Both vetoes would’ve killed this – out, safe, done, he thought, a sharp pang stabbing through him. He’d held that last card like a shield, and now the pit had him anyway, dice ready to carve his fate.