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A businessman gets tied up and abused

Oliver is on his way to an important business meeting. He spends his days wheeling and dealing, working out at the gym and then partying hard by splashing his cash and screwing chicks. Straight men like this feel so confident and self-assured it’s like he owns the world and any little delay is a horrendous inconvenience. But Oliver’s secure little reality is destroyed in a moment when the men of BreederFuckers engineer his capture and drag him down into their lair. He gets cuffed to the ceiling.

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Master Aaron has a captive tied down

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With Pierre now tied down, and gagged, and his nipples clamped, the fun part is only getting started! Master Aaron starts flogging the captive all over his body, making him moan in pleasure and discomfort, but this is all too amusing for Master Aaron, who asks the prisoner to beg him to stop! Which he does, only to add pegs to the captive’s body, which will later be whipped off. Master Aaron is aware of the discomfort the prisoner is feeling, and decides to give the captive a break, but this time around, the prisoner gets his nipples tormented with the pinwheel!

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Title: Pierre gets wrecked Sc.1 Pt.2 – Master Aaron, Pierre Rubberax

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Chains

By lithium500mg

Part One

Whenever I see a naked steel chain I get hard. I want to feel the cold metal around my wrists, around my ankles, tightly harnessing my chest, cradling my groin, and digging into my ass. I want to feel the torture of a chain-mail chastity squeezing my balls and delivering a shallow catheterization when my dick is undisciplined.

Leather? For me leather is a work uniform. My love of the feel and smell of leather is satiated by professional motorcycle racing where thick cowhide is necessary for safety. On racing weekends I’m encased in heavy, sweaty leathers while riding on pavements hot enough to make French toast. I love the animal skin’s shrink-when-wet behavior that requires peeling out of it after a race day is over. In fact, someone on my team has to help peel it off my chest (I can do the rest). Racing fans with pit passes sometimes seem to enjoy the show of a ripped torso that has struggled to keep the bike upright through lefties and righties, corkscrews, and the heavy traffic aiming for the hole shot.

When my team finished the race at Willow Springs, I headed up towards the Air Force base on my street bike to new Master’s rented home. His shift as an MP at the base stockade ended in about two hours, so I had the place to myself. I stripped off my jeans and T-shirt, went to the crate where the linked steel was stored, and began adding metal to my now naked body.

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