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The Sex Addict and Tommy

Here’s one from the Bound Gods vault: Tommy Defendi fucks CJ with his huge cock while CJ is in full bondage.

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CJ the sex addict is at his usual game. Trying to get into everybody’s pants at the psych ward, he ends up in a straightjacket and chastity device.

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Tonight is Tommy Defendi’s first graveyard shift at the ward and also his first contact with CJ. Tommy is bored out of his mind and he’s looking for something to pass his time.

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While wearing the humbler, CJ is willing to take all the abuse from Tommy as long as he gets Tommy’s big cock.

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It started with Mitts –Part 14

By bondagegimp

The small cell

Bob leaves the room. I’m completely exhausted, only slowly catching my breath. I’d love to sit or lie down, but I’m still strapped into the frame: the collar holds my head, the plug is still drilling into my hole, my hands are tied behind the bar. The cords from my nipples and balls to the head harness are taut, and every movement of my head causes severe pain. But at least the treadmill is off.

I’d like to see what Bob is doing, but turning my head is completely out of the question. The pain is most bearable when I stand completely still, not moving at all. But I can still feel it, a throbbing pain in my nipples and hole. My balls are the easiest to release. My urethra burns a little from the semen that pushed past the catheter. My legs are shaking from the exertion; I have no choice but to lower myself onto the plug until I’m practically sitting on it, and it’s supporting some of my weight.

Once again, it was an incredible orgasm that Bob painfully forced out of me. When he held my head so tightly, I felt an incredible sense of security, yet at the same time it was incredibly oppressive. It really was like a nightmare, when you’re running away and can’t move. And then all his talking about how I’ll always stay with him, how he won’t let me go. Did he mean it? Was he going to leave me no choice? Was he just going to keep me? Was it a mistake to put myself in his hands again? Bob called it trauma therapy. But really, it was a punishment for my escape and a barely disguised threat. How does he manage to make me horny while doing that?

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Phenix Saint gets tied up and abused in the psycho ward

We’ll file this one under Institutional Restraints. “Psycho Ward” is a vintage shoot at Bound Gods. Phenix Saint is in the psycho ward and he’s restless. Struggling in his straitjacket and screaming for help, the night orderly Jason Miller comes to the rescue.

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Phenix has jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. Turned on by stud’s body, Jason uses a little chloroform to have his way. The twisted orderly ties up the unconscious Phenix in the hospital bed and zaps him with electricity. Phenix screams in agony and uses all of his strength to break free. Pissed, Phenix restrains Jason and punishes him even harder. After flogging and caning Jason’s ass, Phenix plows his hard cock into it and cums all over his face.

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It started with Mitts –Part 06

By bondagegimp

Rubber room

The cellar stairs? He was talking about a padded cell in his cellar! In the car, everything was still a bit playful, but gradually it became more serious. But this now? Like a dungeon under the house??? Now that’s some serious shit! I wriggle on his shoulder, trying to squirm. Luckily Bob is so strong, we could have tumbled down the basement stairs. He shakes me just once, a signal for me to hold still. But I can’t. I’m really scared shitless now, I don’t want to be locked up in some dark cell!

Bob ignores my wriggling. When we reach the bottom, he puts me on my feet and pulls the chain – I’m supposed to shuffle along behind him. No! I drop to the ground; I’m not going along with this! Without hesitation, Bob picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and walks on unperturbed. Sometimes left, sometimes right – it’s really hard to follow the path when you’re being carried blind. Then he turns in circles a few times until I completely lose my orientation and puts me back on the ground. My feet sink in deeply, as if I’m standing on a very soft mattress, but the surface is very uneven, as if it’s made up of lots of plump, thick cushions. Bob gives me a gentle push. With my feet bound and on the soft floor, I can’t move fast enough, lose my balance and fall like a sack. I instinctively try to catch myself with my hands, yank at my chains, but it doesn’t help. After all, the ground is really very soft, I don’t hurt myself.

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