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Early to Brunch

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By mclioncub

Sunday morning rolled around and I prepped myself prior to leaving for Sirs’ house.  As with every weekly visit, I am required to ensure that my cock & balls are shaved clean, my underarms and body hair is removed.  As usual, I also had to clean up my mohawk.  Sir likes the look of my mohawk so I am required to keep it at all times.  Once I cleaned up and ate some breakfast, I packed the car and headed out to Sirs’ house.

When I arrived, I was let in and I headed to the front room to put up my toy bag and prep myself for the day.  As normal, I stripped down and then put my boots back on.  That is my required uniform, naked, booted and in chastity.  The chastity device is always secured on me at all times unless Sir chooses otherwise.  In most instances, Sir will have me remove the device if He has plans for my cock and balls.  In addition, if Sir does allow me to cum, it is always followed with some form of punishment.  Sometimes mild but other times more intense.  It all depends on what is on the agenda.  Once I finished, I headed to the living room and took my kneeling position with legs spread apart and my hands interlocked behind my head.

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Chained to the bondage bed with key just out of reach

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Chained to the bondage bed with key just out of reach

This is the second clip of Shadow Dom, where a frightened captive is transformed through bondage and torture. He wakes up to realize his position, and struggles to grab a key that is hanging from the top of the bed.

Title of this shoot: Make A Man of Him, Part 2

Models: Larry Savoy, Joe Giovanni

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Nate – Part 05

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By slavebladeboi

Mike held the crop with two hands and stood back from the fuck bench. The three deep red lines it had just made on Nate’s ass stood out against the pale-pink skin that covered the rest of the boy’s rear end. He was quite surprised that, so far, Nate had chewed down hard on the gag and not made more than a fast exhalation of breath when the crop had bitten into him. Mike was also aware that he was using the length of the riding crop more as a cane than simply smacking Nate with the leather tip, increasing the pain somewhat, to make sure Nate understood the difference between punishment and an erotic beating. Seven more to go.

Stepping back into position, Mike raised his arm once more. There wasn’t any perceptible swishing sound cutting through the air as he very forcefully brought it down, and Nate suddenly jerked forward in his bonds as it landed. His head jolted against the collar, and this time he made a throaty yell through the gag, pulling at the cuffs that were fastened around his wrists.

Mike didn’t pause for long between strokes, maybe two or three seconds, so number five fell almost directly after number four, this time with a louder muffled yell together with a spray of drool and the sound of rattling steel as Nate’s wrists again tugged at the cuffs. Nate was audibly panting. His eyes were screwed tight. Mike knew he needed to make a point but was also aware of not pushing Nate too far too soon. He continued with the thrashing, using slightly less force, but still hard enough to produce a fine set of ten red welts across the tight, up to now pristine, perfect boy ass.

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An Ice Lock Fantasy

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By Unknown

I wanted predicament, and I got it. Be careful what you sigh for! Sir had placed me naked in the dog cage, you know one of those metal, foldable cages. I was facing up, with ankle and wrist restraints padlocked to the walls of the cage, which had me more or less turned into a table. The ball parachute he had tied around my balls was tied to my new Ice Lock, to the top of the cage, forcing my hips up to avoid excessive stress on my balls.

My nipples were similarly attached to the top of the cage with butterfly clamps. A cloth hood was placed over my head, the string pulled tight around my neck. It didn’t prevent me from breathing, but I couldn’t see anything.

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