Tag Archives: RopedStuds

Matt ties Keith spread-eagle on his bed

Keith is one of those guys who naturally has a great body, with a V-shaped torso and strong muscles, from his legs and ass to his arms and shoulders. He’s been working out and has perfected his body, adding just the right amount of muscle and getting nice and lean. He has one of those bodies that looks so good in a tight shirt, so beautifully defined that you can imagine what he will look like naked. Rope man Matt takes it slow with his sleeping hunk, tying him spread-eagle on his bed, still in his tight Calvin Kleins, enjoying the temptation of what will come when he gets out his scissors. Keith wakes up and finds himself roped and helpless. He struggles magnificently, every one of those well-worked muscles flexing. You can see the fear in his face as Matt strokes his body through the thin cotton of his shirt and briefs. Then Matt rips open that shirt, revealing a perfect six-pack, chiseled pecs and two ripe, pink nipples. Now it’s time to cut off those briefs.

Matt ties Keith spread-eagle on his bed

Matt ties Keith spread-eagle on his bed

Keith is one of those guys who naturally has a great body

 

See the VIDEO at Roped Studs

Title of the bondage model: William

Matt ties Keith spread-eagle on his bed

It started with Mitts –Part 07

By bondagegimp

Seduction – an interlude

I must have been sobbing loudly in my sleep, because I wake up to Bob shaking me. “What’s wrong, kiddo? Another panic attack? Do you want me to get you out of the sack?” Bob sounds really worried! I have to collect myself first, my voice actually sounds tearful. I’ve lost my composure in my dream, I must have really been crying. With my voice still choked with tears, I say: “It was just a nightmare, I had a bad dream. But I’m fine, I didn’t panic.” I feel safe in the sleepsack and in Bob’s arms, I don’t want to get out at the moment, on the contrary. I bury my head in Bob’s muscles. He hugs me, kisses me, comforts me.

He nestles his head against mine. He just holds me tightly, very tightly in his arms. As if he doesn’t want to let me go. Like in my dream. As I realize this, a tear rolls out of my eye. Bob stays awake, holding me close until I regain my composure and fall asleep. When I wake up again, bright morning light is already coming through the curtains. Bob is still holding me tightly. He notices that I’m awake and hugs me even tighter. I rub my head against him – it’s the only reaction I can show. After a while, Bob says he’s going to get us breakfast. I lie down alone. The dark feeling in my stomach quickly returns. But it gets lost in the mix of emotions, and the sadness from the dream that still hangs over me is the heaviest of them all. I crawl in bed to where Bob was sleeping, crawl my head under his blanket, smell him. It calms me down.

Continue reading It started with Mitts –Part 07

The Pit’s Grip – Part 23

Chapter 23: The Pit’s Reckoning

Gold Draws – Shadows Shift

By Restrained4U

The pit pulsed, a low hum thrumming through the warm concrete, red lights casting jagged shadows across the steel fixtures.

Leo slumped in his metal chair, mitts creaking, muzzle straps groaning – sweat matted his blonde locks, chastity cage glinting cold between his chaps. Round two of three ticked by, his dulled eyes fixed on nothing. Ryan stood, leather jeans creaking, ass still ablaze from his last beating, boots planted firm on the warm floor – vetoes gone, pride stinging. Marcus lounged in his chair, briefs tight with a dark precum spot at the tip, a king’s grin glinting as he tossed the black velvet bag to Jamie. “Cop’s turn – pit’s waiting,” he growled, voice thick.

Jamie caught it, latex uniform squeaking, tousled black hair mussed under the shine. He smirked, reaching in – cards rustled as he pulled a gold one, white letters stark under the red glow. “Eliminate your biggest threat – cage one player, they’re out ‘til end.” – CROWN’S BANE” He held it up, grin widening.

Continue reading The Pit’s Grip – Part 23