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Tied-up hetero muscleman is tortured with straight porn

At BreederFuckers, having full ownership of hetero Brad’s luscious sporty arse is worth all the trouble they have gone through to restrain this angry lunkhead. Brad also has the kind of big lovely saucer nipples that beg to be squeezed and twisted. They could spend all day playing with those meaty cheeks like a pair of bongos. His arse steadily turns a deep shade of pink. Dave affixes a pair of clamps that make the big muscleman wince and grunt. Then Dave demands Brad shake them off, causing himself considerable pain in the process or he’ll receive a severe lashing. Adrian humiliates the moron in a different way, posing questions that earn him an electric shock to his anus every time he gets one wrong. Brad spends all his time at the gym or chatting up girls, so doesn’t have the faintest clue how to answer. This means an agonizing amount of zaps to the most tender part of his body. His big heavy nuts and cock are bound up in a way that if he grows aroused it’ll be excruciating. So when he’s presented with straight porn, Brad is terrified of looking at it for fear of getting a stiffy. Who’d have thought you could train a hetero to despise dirty videos this much? His punishment for not complying is getting a dildo hammered into his tight arse. It’s secured in place while he’s given a caning. All the stupid beast can do is moan and strain his muscles trying to break the binds that hold him down, rendering him unable to stop this wicked onslaught. This is what every thick juicy hetero arse needs: a big thick one lodged up inside constantly reminding him that he’s permanently fucked.

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VRansomwear – Chapter 3

VRansomwear

By POW

CHAPTER 3

Sunday began with Colin trying to wipe away the crustiness of dried sleep-gunk in his eyes. Still only half-awake, he went to rub them clear and found his fingers’ way blocked by the confining rubber of the hood. For a brief moment overnight, it seemed he had been able to somehow forget that he was a prisoner in a form-fitting cell. His waking had been gentle; he rose smoothly and gradually from the depths of sleep. The lingering vestiges of a pleasant but already fading dream left him with a general sense of well-being. He was comfortable in his bed, the temperature was mild… and so when his hand failed to wipe his eyes the memory of his captivity came crashing back all at once. His mood instantly plummeted.

It was a tight fit, but by using more of the talc supplied in the gym bag he was able to work a finger into the mouth hole of the hood and worm it all the way up to the inner corner of his eye, clearing the tiny but infuriating chunks away. He worried the suit might zap him for tampering, but it allowed his action without interference. Even so, the effect on his mood lingered, and didn’t get better as the day went on.

He had promised Eva he would spend the afternoon at her sister’s birthday party. Prior to a few days ago, he would have told anyone who would listen “I’d do anything to get out of going!”. Now, today, he realized that there were limits on what “anything” might mean; an afternoon with Eva’s family started to seem downright appealing in comparison. Still, there was no way he could show up there. She wouldn’t like it, but he had to tell her he wasn’t going.

Texting seemed best, although it was awkward with rubber-coated fingers. Eva would have preferred he call, but that would have meant a 20-minute-long bitch session he was in no mood to listen to. So he sent a quick “Sorry got 2 cancel 2day. Will make it up 2 u promise.” She took a while to respond, but when she did, to his relief, it was to say “Thats ok, know u don’t like this kind of thing,” which was much better than he expected. He sent back “Thanks, ur the best” in appreciation.

Then it was a scrounge for breakfast – food was running low; he would need to grab some groceries soon. Preferably downtown, far away from home. There were no visitations from muscle-bound deities, so he was on his way by noon.

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