It’s what happens to a lucky prisoner at Serious Male Bondage:
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Owen takes a harsh spanking while strapped down tight
At Spanking Straight Boys, Tom straps Owen to a massage table, using a cushion to prop Owen’s firm butt up and out for his spanking. Owen looks great in this very subordinate position. Tom then administers a hard strapping with a large belt along with some hand spanking. Owen has one tough butt. Instead of reddening, Owen’s butt only turns pink. But that doesn’t mean he has an easy time with the spankings. To the contrary, Owen’s butt is quite sensitive and he has a very hard time with every spanking. Owen finds the belt particularly hard to take, which is why Tom chose it for this session. The belt leaves him a very remorseful, chastened young man, as evidenced by the look on his face throughout this video.
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Title of this episode: Owen – Unpaid Consequences
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The Vacation – Part 07
By Rubrpig
4798 woke up and his cell was still dark. He was stiff as usual from lying on the bunk secured down by the humane restraints set that was now part of his bunk. The lights in the cell suddenly turned on and the cell door clanged open. He lifted his head and watched as his 4 personal guards came into the cell. He was quickly removed from the restraints and he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk. He went to stand up but one of the guards put his tactical gloved hand on his chest and shoved him back down on the bunk.
4798 smiled and quickly recovered and got to his feet quickly. His guards reacted fast but he still managed to shove the one guard hard in the chest. The guard was the one that had pushed 4798 back down on the bunk. The guards quickly grabbed 4798 and slammed him face first into the wall of the cell and quickly secured his wrists with the rigid cuffs and lock box that was always used when he was removed from his cell. He was pulled back from the wall and with a guard on each side of him holding him by his biceps he was literally dragged from his cell.
Fixed in place with a bit gag in his mouth
Check out what happens to Anton at BreederFuckers. Fixed in place with a bit gag in his mouth, he’s like a caught wild stallion who can’t prevent them from unleashing all their revenge upon him and using his arse for their own perverted pleasure.
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The Bear Trap – Part 10
By FirefighterSIR
Part 10: The Lion
The slave first sensed the change of season as he looked up from inside the cage, kept under the spreading blue oak just beyond the Captain’s cabin. A few red leaves shined in the early morning on the wild grapes that clambered up the pergola shading the doorway. The color was bright against the dusty grays and browns that dominated the Fall landscape of the Bear Trap Ranch.
The daily routine of hard work and hard training had been unrelenting for months since the slave had left his car and phone in a rented SUV in a parking lot in King City. The slave had been transformed from a gym-toned IT manager for a large international corporation into a bronzed, lean, muscled, bearded animal grunting under the labor load of the rough acreage of the ranch and the demands of the Captain.
Each day began at the pre-dawn light in the same way, kneeling before his naked Master, taking His piss, and cleaning the firefighter’s cock. Good days included an intense session of hard face fucking or ass rape in His bed, often until the sun was pouring in the big glass doors of the cabin. Only then would the slave be unshackled and allowed to conduct the many duties of the morning while the Captain also prepared for the day.
The Bear Trap – Part 06
By FirefighterSIR
Part 6: Punishment
The slave turned over on the floor, pulling the thick blanket close against the chill at the foot of the Captain’s bed. He was trying to get his sleep-addled brain around what was happening.
The Captain had jumped out of bed suddenly, quickly as a cat, and was now standing in the open door listening intently and scanning the midnight darkness of the Bear Trap Ranch. A silvery light outlined the edge of the canyon high above and was moving along slowly, dropping down toward the camp. A low engine rumble could barely be heard over the chorus of crickets and cicadas in the chill air. A truck was making its way along the road above. Intruder!
Even as the slave tried to rub the sleep from his bleary eyes, the Captain had already pulled on his dirty Carhartt pants, scuffed boots, and slipped a wrinkled tee over his head. His handgun was out and strapped to his leg in a quick movement. He slipped out of the door and through the camp gate, disappearing into the trees, his movements marked only by the flicker of his flashlight.
