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Remote Control – Chapter 02

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By Hard Slave

A quaint bell rang as Ted opened the door to The Leather Store. The store sure lives up to its name, he thought as he breathed in the familiar smell of animal hides. Walking up and down the aisles, Ted saw leather garments of every type: jackets, pants, chaps, jockstraps, you name it. No sex toys in sight so far, however.

“Can I help you?” The quiet voice startled Ted, and he turned to see an average-looking man with horn-rimmed glasses and a shaved head. “Are you Bill?” Ted asked tentatively. “Ah, you must be Ted. Follow me please.” Bill led the way down a wrought iron spiral staircase so narrow Ted’s shoulders rubbed the metal support bars as he descended into the basement of the shop. Once his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, Ted gasped in amazement at the array of whips, floggers, collars, hoods and other objects that defied definition.

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Predicament bondage leaves this captive vulnerable to sadistic tops

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Every straight bastard like Steve should be permanently tied in this position! Legs spread, cock and nuts on show, arse opened. And the good thing is you can stare directly into his angry red face while fucking him and filling him full of cum. Steve gets increasingly distressed every second as Dave makes his body even more vulnerable and he must struggle to even breathe.

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His panic rises as he receives lashes from a cane on his peachy bottom and the sensitive soles of his feet. When his already sore arse gets a vicious flogging the pain becomes so wickedly excruciating Steve will do anything to make it stop. His arsehole is prepped to receive an army of cocks with a firm fingering and fucking from a vibrator. Adrian plows into his arse, screwing him with the vigour of a jackhammer and unleashes a load of sperm onto his sore anus. Those swimmers are rammed right up his hole with a thick buttplug. To keep the foul-mouthed hetero fucker in check, Dave tightens his nuts in a vice and leaves him totally wrecked.

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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 07

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By nyc49

Eventually the door to the basement was unlocked, and Len came down the stairs with a key in his hand. “Ready to be unlocked?” he asked. First he unlocked the chain from the pole, leaving me to wonder if he was going to have me drag this chain around for a while. But then he unlocked the cuff around my foot. “Come upstairs for breakfast.”

I still hadn’t gotten used to hanging around people who were fully clothed when I was naked myself, but I didn’t really have much choice in the matter. Also, it was good to be able to move all of my limbs in any direction. If only my dick weren’t locked up.

My hosts started to make noises about leaving, and I was wondering if I was going to have to wear the cage home like I did last time. Bill brought out a bag, which turned out to have my clothes in it, as well as something else: an old wrestling singlet.

“Here’s what we’re going to do to make your trip home a little more interesting. First, put your jockstrap back on.” Since he didn’t mention anything about unlocking the chastity cage, I guess this meant I was going home locked. “Next, time to put that prostate massager in another time. We recharged it while you were asleep. Should have a few hours of juice in it.” I did so, carefully.

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Tied-up hetero muscleman is tortured with straight porn

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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

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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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