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Title of this update: Life of Punishment
It’s Fleet Week — and a handsome, hung seaman falls prey to the twisted whims of the men Men On Edge! First he is bound and suspended in the doorframe of the open, airy bathroom, stripped down to only his hot leather boots and given some deliciously sloppy head and tormented with a pair of hitachis until he is sweating, drooling and teetering on the edge of climax. Next they strap their helpless captive in an open stall door and play with his gorgeous tight asshole while he struggles and begs for release, and after another messy blowjob he finally gets to blow his massive load all over one of his captors and is left stranded and naked for his fellow shipmates to discover – if they ever do!
Title of this shoot: Hot Hung Sailor is Captured and Edged During Fleet Week!
Model in this shoot: Kaden Alexander
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In this vintage shoot from Bound Gods, Drake Temple gives in to Josh West’s humongous cock. Click any of the pictures to see the video:
Drake Temple is bound as a prisoner in Major Josh West’s office after sneaking around the army base. Drake is a smart-ass, so Josh strips him and tortures his balls. He edges Drake as he questions him, but Drake doesn’t give in. Blinded and shoved in a cramped room, Josh invades Drake’s mind. The unwilling prisoner endures relentless mind control. Josh convinces the straight prisoner that he loves cock and makes Drake suck his huge dick. When Drake resists he gets electricity on his cock and thighs. Josh pulls Drake out of the room and ties him to his desk giving him a hard ass caning and an even harder fucking. He fucks Drakes load out of him and cums on the prisoner’s face, finally making him say he loves the cock.
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By PFC Pflege
(This story originally appeared at Bondagezine.com)
I was twenty-four when I was outposted from the Marine Corps, and returned to Philadelphia. I was lean, I was hard, I had a military haircut, and the Marine Corps “look”. After I got set up in an apartment, and was back at my old job, I soon was hitting the local gay bar scene. Philadelphia’s gay community wasn’t very big back then – not very big now – and there were only4 or 5 gay bars. I discovered that a whole lot of gays had a thing about Marines, and I didn’t lack for dates, and in 18 months or so, I must have had a couple of hundred guys, sometimes two a night. I liked lean, hard guys like myself, and I liked to fuck. I also discovered that there was no end of guys who wanted to suck off a Marine.
Private Spencer Reed is doing cleanup at Fort Cox when Lieutenant Vince Ferelli walks in. This is a vintage shoot from Bound Gods. Two bodybuilder soldiers tie up, flog and beat each other. One fucks the other in bondage.
Beefy boys are rare on base, and Vince is checking Spencer out. Using his military rank to harass the stud, Vince makes Spencer do push-ups and sit-ups. Vince ties up his innocent victim and sucks his hard cock. Confused, Spencer begs his lieutenant to stop. Vince gets carried away and tries to fuck the helpless stud. Spencer breaks free and gives the bad lieutenant a taste of his own medicine.
Title of this video: The Bad Lieutenant
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By Alex Ironrod
This is a tale of an imaginary traditional Old West in the 1870s-1880s, with modern BDSM elements. The Native Americans are fierce and brave and so are their opponents in the US Cavalry. The setting could be Southern Arizona. This story, and its longer novel sequel, are dedicated to the memory of the late film director John Ford, whose Westerns inspired them.
His arms were tired; he’d been pulled along at the end of a rope behind the pinto horse for several hours, wrists bound with rawhide – chafing despite his heavy yellow deerskin gauntlet gloves. And his feet hurt. He cursed himself for wearing his good cavalry boots and spurs- they made him look great in the saddle, but pinched after an hour or so of stumbling along rocky trails. And his head ached from the bullet graze, which had got him into this mess.
He looked over his left shoulder at his companion. Sergeant Bright seemed to be faring better than his lieutenant was, although he too was bound behind another Apache horse. But Bright was rugged after years in the cavalry, and, at 6’ 2” topped Tom Spaulding by a good three inches. There was a sudden commotion, as the sergeant tripped over a rock on the narrow path and was being dragged along, scraping chest and legs over the uneven ground.. The leader of the Indian band of raiders snapped out an order and Bright was able to scramble to his feet, blood seeping down his arm again.