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At Dream Boy Bondage, Jesse Stone is in a state of shock. Earlier today he was arrested, found guilty after a 15-minute trial and sentenced to torture. Now he is cuffed against a steel bar. A young guard punches him in the abs, knocking the air out of him. The guard not only hurts him but treats him like a sex object, fondling his body and then removing his briefs, spreading his ass cheeks and spitting on his hole while stroking his cock, getting him hard. Jesse is terrified. His mind races: “This guy is not just a sadist; he wants to fuck me! Shit, he is going to fuck me!” the naked, young athlete thinks as he is repositioned on the bar, his wrists attached to either end. The bar rises, stretching him. His nearly hairless body is totally vulnerable. Then he is brutally whipped from his shoulders to his thighs.
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JESSE STONE – Political Prisoner – Chapter 2
“FEAR Scene 6” from Titan features Francois Sagat, Dean Flynn, Diesel Washington, CJ Madison and Brody Newport in a graphic depiction of terror, bondage and submission. CJ and Brody strip Dean down nude and strap his wrists and ankles into an iron bondage chair. As Dean struggles to get free and tries to understand the bizarre events unfolding around him, the assailants strap him in by his neck and leave him so they can deal with François. With a horse’s bit in his mouth and hanging from a crucifix-like suspension, Francois is so terrified that he actually pisses clear through his jockstrap (which is already drenched with Diesel’s trademark waterworks of piss). CJ and Brody laugh from the sidelines, joining in to piss on him while Dean — who’s been wheeled into view so he’s forced to bear witness — watches on helplessly as he and his boyfriend are subjected to a fantasia of terrifying acts of submission and bondage which make the previous five scenes seem almost tame by comparison as they push the limits of sex and fear.
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By RotherhamMan
Clint had been tasked with keeping an eye on the strange man and had tailed the van transporting him to the town. He knew full well what was happening on the van, whenever it stopped at a turn or lights he could see the way it rocked slightly and new someone inside, probably this Thor character, was getting pounded hard. He had been the guy getting fucked in the van and seen others fucked in them to spot the rocking no matter how slight.
He rode his motorbike at a careful distance and when the van pulled into its final destination he jumped off and climbed the building nearby to watch from above. He saw the whole thing—he wasn’t called Hawkeye for nothing. Thor was dragged naked from the van and thrown in the trash. He could see the cage on his cock. He watched as the agents, the names of who he was sure to memorise, jacked off and pissed on the guy who was clearly too defeated and demoralised to do anything. As the van drove off, leaving the poor guy naked and soaked, Thor crawled into the trash and curled up, hiding from the world.
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By RotherhamMan
The man who had called himself Thor was eventually released from his chains. None of the local men had the key it seemed and bolt cutters took a while to get from the back of the vans, in favour of taking in the sight of the hunk covered in spunk. When the chains were cut he too weak to lift himself off the hammer he was impaled on and it took six men to lift his body high enough to get him off it. There was some muttering and swearing as the length of the handle was revealed.
That was stopped when the man slipped off the hammer entirely and moaned from its loss but still came with his cock untouched. Those who hadn’t seen his previous orgasm were shocked to see how large and powerful his load was as it arced over the crowd and landed on many of the soldiers with cries of disgust and laughing directed at them. Thor was laid down on a gurney and moaned as the weight of his whole body was put on his sore ass. No one had yet made any effort to clean him up and he remained covered in sweat and semen.
By RotherhamMan
Thor didn’t quite get the fuss. It was only a mug, so what if he had broken it? But it seemed that deliberately smashing it on the floor, even in delight, wasn’t accepted on Earth. He had been so desperate for a drink. After spending all night and day walking the barren wasteland he had finally found a town and entered the first place he saw that looked like they might serve drinks. He found the place a tad strange but he had been to many realms and took in the different culture with ease—until he broke one of their rules of etiquette, apparently, by breaking the mug once he had drained it of water.
“You broke it, you clean it up,” the owner had told him in a stern voice, thrusting a dustpan and brush at him to clean up. And so Thor was doing menial work, on both knees with a dustpan and brush, cleaning up the broken shards of mug. Completely oblivious to the view of his ass he was giving the customers and the looks they were giving it back. He finished up quickly, it was only the one mug, and deposited them in the bin by the counter.
The owner eyed him up. He was a man who was not muscled but not with fat either, an average frame, maybe more so, and a bushy brown moustache with his finely combed hair. “Now you’ve done that you can pay for the damage and get lost.”
