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Yuris gets tied up next to the urinals
Here’s more from Breederfuckers. Yuris thought he could slack off work for the afternoon to go down to the pub for a cheeky pint. This hetero has no idea he’s being followed by two men determined to have their perverted way with him. Down in the stinky bogs of the pub, they finally get their chance. With the door blocked they seize him and tie him up so he can’t escape. He’s left utterly helpless as his clothes are cut up, leaving him stark bollock naked. Yuris spouts an endless stream of angry insults, so he’s gagged to shut him up.
Just moments before this big masculine stud was sat in the pub like a lord of the manor, and now he’s strung up totally vulnerable to whatever these perverted men want to do to him. They suck his cock and taste his straight arsehole at the same time. Since he still moans like an ungrateful fucker, they teach him manners whipping his big bare arse. His arsehole is so tight they have to shove their fingers hard up inside him to loosen his sphincter. This prick is so quick to shout faggot, and now he’s going to be turned into one. With the stink of the toilets filling his nostrils, Yuris feels what it’s like to have a meaty hard cock ramming his arse repeatedly. At the same time he’s ordered to service the man’s arse, which is pushed in his face. There is no escape. While other men are enjoying their pints just on the other side of the locked door, this big dumb hetero is being royally fucked over and sexually humiliated.
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Event Urinal – Part 08
By Nitro
Note: This is the latest chapter in a long running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.
The six of us are sitting around the table in the restaurant lavishing in the delicious steak dinner we had. We have all been telling stories and catching up and have all laughed so hard that we hurt. SIR was sharing with his friends stories of the bondage equipment we have built at home, and telling tales of how we have used it for hours on end. Each of the guys all agreed that we need to set up a weekend for everyone to visit and not take so long between catchups. Its been really great being one of the guys and joining in on the conversations this time. The whole day I’ve not exactly been in a position to chime into the banter.
SIR would occasionally reach under the table and graze his hand over my crotch sending a jolt thru me as my dick shifted in the hidden rubber shorts under my street clothes. There is always just something so sexy about wearing stealth gear out in public. What would the other tables think if they knew that the guys at our table were in varying stages of rubber and fetish gear under their normal looking attire? I’m sure that someone walking by has got to be confused at the sudden smell of rubber in the air!
“So boy – you’ve wanted to spend a day as a rubber urinal for a long time. How was it?” SIR said looking at me.
7 Days in Berlin – Part 11
By Takeo
Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – What an evening
My muscles are really starting to ache. I am still locked in this little cage, on my knees, my head sticking out of the cage and trapped in the straitjacket built into the cage door. I’m wearing the sports outfit Tom had worn for his fitness session this morning. The smell of it still fills my nostrils. I love the smell of guys’ sweat, and being tied up like this in an outfit like that is very hot.
My hands are cuffed behind my back, I am gagged with a big ball gag and my eyes are blindfolded.
Tom’s and Flo’s juices have dried on my face, but the smell is still there. I feel totally humiliated, like discarded after having been used. Like a toy to be put on the shelf and come back for later. Maybe it is so.
The position is very uncomfortable, especially after being tied up and used all afternoon. I was not under any illusions, I was not expecting to be released since I was the one who asked to be tied up permanently, not to have a break during those 7 days in Berlin. And of course Florian didn’t need to be begged to grant my request. However, Florian’s treatment is more intense than I could have imagined. Much more intense. Infinitely more intense!
Lashed to a bench
The two horny young Masters return to complete their degrading mistreatment of the pathetic worm elliott.
The naked and aroused tops take it in turns to thrash the sub’s arse and humiliate him by pulling him around and treating him like a worthless dog. Will takes out a paddle and uses it to spank the runt as Ross screams in his face. Elliott is ordered to lick Ross’ arse before he lies on his back and Will pushes a funnel into his loose arsehole into which Will pisses. The filthy liquid is then squirted from the Master’s arse into a beaker from which the pathetic sub is ordered to drink. This is surely the most degrading treatment ever dished out on Brutal Tops.
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Morning Object
Written by ty dehner
Waking, I lift my head as I turn to see you in darkness. Only your breath is heard coming through the micro holes that are in the area of your nose. Your breathing is your only freedom to the outside world.
I see my reflection in the well-shined black rubber that encases your head.
I love when I look at you and see an object. You are not human when you are in the black rubber, making me want you more. This morning, I am holding myself back from just grabbing you and holding you, feeling the cool, slick black latex against my naked skin.
Throwing the sheet off the bed, I see your chest gently rise and fall as you breathe that precious air while under my control. The scent of rubber fills my nose as I lightly touch you and slide my leather-gloved hand down the slick surface of the rubber sleep sack you happily went into last night after dinner.
With my light touch, I have no idea if you are awake or sleeping. As you are in darkness, the thick rubber keeps me from seeing into the world that you are locked in.