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Event Urinal – Part 01

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By Nitro

Nitro make bdsmI 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.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated.  He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement.  His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week.  He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up.  I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it.  Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me.  I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble.  He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable.  My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole.  Starting with one finger, then two, then three.  Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat.  The more he worked my ass the hornier I got.  I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

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At BreederFuckers, this captive’s lithe muscular body is like a live wire thrashing about against his restraints. He is radiating with hot anger and disgust. Lee’s arse is thrashed till he’s bending at the knees. The humiliation, pain and fear is written all over Lee’s stupid face. All that macho pride has been whipped out of him as all his snot and spit drips down his face. Lee’s real horror is ramped up as a stiff dick is shoved in his mouth. With his gob wrenched constantly open with the gag restraint he can’t do anything to stop the cocks from being rammed down his throat or prevent his mouth being filled with men’s stinking piss. If he’s not going to suck dick properly he’ll have to live as a human urinal!

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 08

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By PredicamentBondage

If Marco could see a clock, he’d know it was not yet quite 11pm, and his debasement is only just beginning. This once proud example of male heterosexuality has been serving as a bio-filter below a popular gay bar for less than an hour and already he’s taken piss from twenty different guys, emptied his bladder once, swallowed about a half-a-pint of spit, been force fed two loads of slimy man-cum and been milked of his own load twice. It’s not looking good for Marco as he still has four, maybe five, hours to go.

Over the next thirty minutes the visitors to the Gents increase in number until at least one urinal is occupied at all times. The club is now about half full and Marco can hear music reverberating through the walls and floor of his basement, adding extra stimulation through the anal-invader to his already highly sensitised prostrate.

He is now consuming piss without thinking about it, and his mind wanders back in time to his life of partying, fucking and playing sports – snatched from him just hours ago. He tries to hold onto the memories but his concentration keeps coming back to his need to piss and his desire to cum yet again.

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Meet slave Mike. He is a real pervert who gets chained on a toilet for long term. It turns him on not to be able to rise from the chair, only suffer from intense pain in his thighs! He also has a padlock locked around his balls. It is a combination lock with 100,000 combinations! Even if stupid Mike tries 100 positions a day, it will take him about three years to open!

Do you want to contact slave Mike? Maybe laugh at him or abuse him? Tell him what a disgusting pervert he is, or maybe ask him about his situation. You can e-mail him at:

mike_stockholm@hotmail.com

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Things Change

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By ty dehner

I found the dirt parking area off the wooded road and pulled off as I was instructed to. I sat for a few minutes to catch my breath and think about what I was about to do this afternoon. Alex and I had talked over time either via the internet or on the phone. We were both interested in gear and all the fun stuff one does in it. We also both got into very intense scenes that few would actually do. After viewing his Tumblr page I was surprised how far he wanted to go. I asked him about it, and he became very open and pushed for me to be where I am, parked on the side of a lonely road out in the woods. He also has me in my football uniform that I got from the local NFL team.

As I start to think what might happen, my cock stirs in the cup that is under the UA shorts and pads of my blue football pants. The socks and cleats match it all with my jersey tucked in. I am in a long-sleeved black UA shirt that is under my jersey and the full heavy lineman gloves. Alex is really into football gear, and he wanted me to start off in the right mindset. The only things missing are the full shoulder pads and helmet. But he knew that would be difficult to drive in.

Opening the door, my cleats step into the muddy ground as it rained earlier. He had instructed me to put my wallet and keys in a plastic bag and duct tape it to the back wheel well. It was a crazy move as I ripped a piece of tape and covered the plastic bag. As I reached into the back wheel well I heard a motorcycle. Looking up, I saw the hottest dude in full leathers and helmet ride by. I hope he hadn’t seen what I was doing. If he did he didn’t stop. He continued down the road.

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