To me, there is something incredibly hot about a guy in a hard cup jockstrap. It’s a form of chastity, in my view:
The first shot above is from Naked Kombat.
The second image is from Jockstrap Central — where you can purchase a hard cup for yourself.
By asiancuffs
15 Aug 2017
The wagon hit the highway again, and after that short “social contact” with jailmate, he was not that defensive as before. We started to chat a little bit by asking about each other’s cases. He asked why I was arrested and I just made up something about corruption and he told me that he is involved of forgery of documents, which I already knew from the officers. It was his first time being arrested and he says he was so shameful when police went into his office to arrest him. He was handcuffed with hands behind in front of workmates. Not much more to talk about during the journey only telling him that I will be transported to precinct A, which may be different than where he will be transported. It was also pre-arranged with the officers that I will be leaving the wagon before they return to their station with jailmate.
The wagon is entering G again and heading for the neighbourhood where I will be “released.” The wagon stopped and an officer opens the back door and unlocks the connecting handcuffs restricting my shackles. I was surprised that when I was about to step down the wagon, jailmate reached out his cuffed hands and want to shake my hands. I offer my hand with the rattling of chains, we shake our hands and say good luck to you. One officer took me around the corner to stay away from the sight of jailmate to release me from my restraints, and he gave my phone back to me before he returned to the vehicle. I peeked out from the block and saw the wagon leaving with one real prisoner inside.
We have a nice dinner that evening after the officers were off duty. I thanked them for such a wonderful experience and also asked them about some points that I was not clear about the routine. I asked when we were at the detention center to pick up jailmate, should the officers there know the passenger load of the transport? Their answer made me have a smile on my face, as they say the detention officers’ task is to hand the prisoner to them and who cares if there is any other passenger on board? They also say that there is even a longer transport such as 36 to 48 hours using trains, the railway security wants to stay out of the picture as much as possible, once you show them the necessary documents, they will assign a cabin to you, then you will be on your own to deal with your prisoner. That’s the mentality of civil servants in this country.
The dinner ended with an “invitation” from them: Do you want to ride along in a train with us?
Shall I?
The end
Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!
By Greg Alexander
After Trevor face fucked me and made me drink his piss, Collin took his turn. When the two frat boys had had their fill of abusing me for the day and were finally spent, they changed into fresh clothes and then headed out for another night with some of their frat buddies. Problem was, they didn’t bother to untie me first. So I spent the rest of the night suspended in the air between two stools.
Trevor finally let my aching body down the next morning, gave me some food and water, and allowed me some rest for the remainder of the day. But needless to say, my respite was temporary.
Over the course of the next several weeks, my roommate turned frat boy master seemed to take a fiendish delight in devising new ways to torment, dominate and generally humiliate me. In every conceivable way, my life at college had changed to become completely unrecognizable, just as Trevor had promised.
Trevor slept every night in the new double bed he had managed to create by confiscating mine. I on the other hand slept in a small steel dog cage Trevor had purchased at a local pet store, and inside of which I was securely locked, with one dog bowl of water, every night right before bed. Of course, I was always kept naked. When Trevor was in a benevolent mood, he would slip a small pad into my cage on which I could curl up and go to sleep. But on many nights, whenever he felt the need to punish me, he would give me nothing to sleep on at all, and I would have no choice but to put my head down on the hard freezing metal floor of my cage.
By Wakeysub
Session 2
The timer in front of me came back to life but this time showed “60:00” – what the fuck. I had struggled with 30 minutes and now I was faced with 60 minutes of God knows what. I heard the click and the timer started to count down. My second session had begun. The nipple clamps were still viciously biting into my tortured nipples but the massive rubber cock in my mouth was jabbing into my throat and making me gag repeatedly. This made me thrash around as much as the tight restraints would allow. This just drove the nipple clamps to bite harder and harder.
He leant forward and brushed the nipple clamps lightly. At his touch the pain shot deep into my chest.
“Your tits seem to be enjoying it, you fat slut. Don’t want them to get bored – lets replace the clamps with something you’re really going to love. I bought these especially for you when you told me you had sensitive nips. You’re going to love these clamps they looked so fucking hot in the adverts. First, let’s remove these pathetic toy clamps and get you ready for your new best friends.”
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By lthr_jock
Jim woke up the next day in his new bed. He lay there, arms crossed behind his head and wondered how he had got into the situation he found himself in last night. He had no idea how long he had been suspended in the frame – but by the time he had been released, he was dripping with sweat, his muscles were cramping and his cock was desperate for release. He could vaguely remember hands touching his muscles, fondling his crotch, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what happened next or how he got home.
His muscles still ached from his bondage yesterday, so he levered himself out of bed and took a long, hot shower to try and get the kinks out. Sitting down to some breakfast, he crunched his way through a bowl of cereal while typing out his first days report for the Inspector. He discretely omitted details about the events in Inferno, instead mentioning that he had made contact with the club owner. Sending the email, he sat back to plan his day.
By lthr_jock
As the hours passed, Paul’s muscles cramped painfully in the cage. He found he could relieve the stress slightly by repeatedly flexing them, but still they ached and ached. He could see nothing except the brick wall 6ft in front of him. The leash attached to the back of his collar restricted his head from turning much, so he could only get glimpses of the wall to one side, and the darker expanse of the club to the other. He went to yell for help and found that he couldn’t – try as he might, he could make no sound. Then he realised that he was trying the wrong thing – dogs couldn’t talk. Instead, he tried barking and let out a deep, booming WOOF that echoed in the empty room.
For some reason, that made him feel better, and he woofed to himself a few more times. But still there was no reply from the empty club. Paul found himself drifting, head nodding as he started to fall asleep, and then jerking awake as the leash brought him back to reality. He wondered what he looked like from outside the cage – hairy, semi-naked, collared, booted, mitted and locked into leather shorts. He unconsciously flexed as he thought about the effect seeing all that caged muscle might have. Again, he found his cock trying to harden inside the shorts and grunted with suppressed frustration.
