Here’s another one from the men of My Friends Feet. Clint is a Southern guy with a hot body and very ticklish size 13 feet. He might actually be the most ticklish guy on the site. He works hard on his body, and it shows.
Model Name: Clint
Body Type: Muscle Man
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By Steellock
Matt looked at his squad mates. There was a look of awe and respect on their faces. In front of them was a guy hanging by thick, muscled arms from a beam across the ceiling of the cellar. His head was down on his chest, and sweat poured down his body.
Around his wrists and hands were leather binders, secured by multiple straps and padlocks. The steel suspension rings on his palms were padlocked to the beam. Round his ankles were another set of straps, but they were not tied off and his feet were loose.
The bunched muscles of his back, from his neck to his lower rib cage, was shining red with occasional purple stripes. His butt, clenched and hard, shone in a similar colour. Red and purple stripes ran down the sides of his chest and thighs. The sweat shone in strong lighting, focused on him in an otherwise darkened room.
His balls hung low between his legs, held down by a steel band. They, too, were red and flushed. A chain was padlocked around his neck.
Check out this post-workout selfie posted this morning on social media by “Ray Bear,” who is on Twitter as @ARRRBEEEE.
I can’t tell you how excited I get seeing that cock cage clearly visible under his under armour. Fuck! This is the kind of guy I think about when reading stories like “Chastity Suit” and “The Edge.”
Fucking hot if you ask me.
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By Rubbag
Marcus turned and just left me in the cloakroom, left me dumbstruck. In thirty minutes I’d gone from some kinda card shark $30,000 up to just being a dumb jock cleaned out and made to stand here in a rubber chastity suit. It was just beginning to sink in as to what that might really mean, no girls, no wanking, no nothing, just this fucking dome. I’d seen what it had done to Josh and I wondered how long I could hold out for, but then hold out for what? Having to put on 20 pounds of muscle, having to find $20,000 in cash.
I find my hand playing about with the smooth dome under which my cock is locked away. I regret not having wanked off that morning. I look down at it again, there’s just no way in. There’s the dome with some kinda small hole at the top, not a hole more like some kinda valve set into it. The rubber runs down each leg about 4 inches, making it look like a cross between a pair of boxers and swimming briefs but skintight. It’s not moulded all in one piece, but there is strapping which runs through it, giving it a tailored look. At the back I can feel air on my ass hole. Curious, I let my hands slide other the slick surface of the suit until I find the opening at the back and feel my fingers touch the flesh of my sphincter and slip in.
By Rubbag
I had said yes to Josh, and that’s how I found myself standing beside him the next night trying to be cool but so glad the docks are deserted in the evening. They may be empty, but the summer nights are short and I’m still aware of how much we stand out in the late twilight. Who could miss us, two muscle jocks trying to look as if they’re hangin. Both dressed the same, both in white, both looking almost naked in their under armour tights and skin top, every muscle showing as they try to be so casual about it.
“How long do we wait, Josh?”
“Eh?” He doesn’t hear me, he’s too distracted by his crotch, trying to rub it but getting nowhere.
“Josh!”
“Soz … what did you?” he says, a little dazed, the cell phone still in one hand.
“How long?”
“I don’t know, five, ten minutes, it depends on …”
