By Nitro

Jake left his sweating muscle toy to stew under the lights and headed back upstairs, locking the dungeon door behind him, his thick cock pointing the way to the bedroom as he stripped off his sweaty tank and took a deep inhale. “FUCK, I smell damn good today!” he said, walking into the bedroom and straight for his closet. He took his time pulling his gear together, watching the monitor on the wall showing his muscle toy straining against the taut restraints, unable to move but still trying. He pulled his bulldog harness, leather jock with removable codpiece, chaps, socks, boots, armband, gloves and Muir cap and laid each item out on the bed, stepping back to review his selections.
While listening to Ian groan in his bondage, he started getting dressed, taking his time to enjoy the process. Jake loved his leathers, they were a second skin to him. Putting them on always made him feel sexy and powerful. Picking up his leather jock, he worked his cock through the hole in the codpiece before adding his metal cockring and snapping the codpiece in place.












It had been hours. I was naked, hogcuffed, ballgagged, with a huge electro plug humming away up my butt milking my prostate after five weeks of chastity. All I had to do was not orgasm until Mark said it was time.
I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.








