Check out what happened to Soldier Boy at Serious Male Bondage
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Title of this update: Life of Punishment
Check out what happened to Soldier Boy at Serious Male Bondage
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Title of this update: Life of Punishment
Soldier Dirk finds himself freed and his tormentor roped down, he doesn’t care how it happened he’s just going to enjoy getting revenge on Drake! With the interrogator’s balls bound and tugged, he gets to work exploring, his own cock rigid with delight while he gets revenge. Clamping his subs nipples and spanking his balls he delivers some exquisite pain, but can his freedom last?
Site: Daddys Bondage Boys
Title: Soldiers In Hell – Part 2
Wearing nothing but his Army-issued jock, Major Aaron Allen is roped on his knees, his neck and wrists held in a wooded stockade. “Give me what I want!” Ty Roderick demands, cutting off the jock. “I’ll never talk!” Aaron sneers as Ty flogs him mercilessly. “Do your worst!” he yells, spitting at Ty after the man beats his naked body then shoves a massive dildo up his virgin asshole. The young officer groans in shock and agony as his tight hole is brutally fucked, his whole body shaking. Still, he won’t break, even after Ty shoves a massive dildo down his throat. The beating that follows is even worse.
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Title: Aaron Allen & Ty Roderick: Operative Down – Chapter 3
By Pickle
When I turned my barn into a gym, I invested in a secondhand ice bath. I was never so happy I had done that as I was now. I knew there’d be a shit-ton of inflammation in my tendons, muscles and joints since my body had been put under so much duress. Pulled apart so unforgivingly!
I’d never endured any “test” so tough or extreme before, so I didn’t even bother to strip off before plunging myself into the bath of frigid water. It felt like a billion tiny sharp needles jabbing my body as I lowered myself in, but once submerged, it began to numb some of the pain. My endorphins were already in high gear from the torture. There was no other word for what Steve had made me endure, but the freezing cold water seemed to make my brain kick-in and deliver a more healing type of euphoria. I stayed submerged for five minutes before slowly climbing out, looking like a drowned rat. I took my wet clothes off and hung them on the line in back of the house. When I finished, Steve was already sitting in an Adirondack chair, again swallowing down a beer.