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Here’s more from Spanking Straight Boys. Yul is a tough guy who has gotten into more than his share of trouble, and he’s no stranger to fights. He gets put in a humiliating position in Tom’s spanking tower. He had never even seen the tower, so it was a complete surprise.
This video opens with Tom locking Yul into the spanking tower. Once he has him in the tower, Tom notices that Yul has some long hair in his now-spread butt and on his upper legs. Yul is not a hairy guy, but Tom felt this hair was distracting, so he whipped out a pair of electric clippers and proceeded to trim the hair down (much to Yul’s chagrin). Tom then begins the spanking. He uses his hand, a riding crop, bamboo pole, cane and a large leather slapper on Yul’s muscular butt. Yul struggles throughout. Like the other boys Tom has spanked in this position, Yul says the pain is greatly intensified by the strained, flexed position he’s in. The spanking tower leaves the prisoner’s feet exposed, too, so Adam got a bit of bastinado. By the end, Yul’s butt is red and marked up.
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Title of this episode: Yul in the Spanking Tower
By John Mercer
It was a warm summer afternoon, and I decided to get a haircut right after work.
I left my office just after five and started to walk the short distance to my regular barbershop. Along the way, I saw a new barbershop I hadn’t seen before. It had a sign on the pavement out in front, which read:
“Haircuts £10. Hot towel shave £15. Full treatment £20.”
I thought, what the hell. I may as well try a new place- at that price it’s hard to refuse.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately my senses were awash with the sounds and scents of barbering- the aroma of lemon cologne, the faint hint of barbicide, the buzz of clippers and the clicking of scissors.
Here’s another guy who gets worked over at Spanking Straight Boys. Carter is 21-year-old straight college dude with a 3.9 grade-point average (translation: he’s smart). Today, Tom has the spanking tower ready for him. Carter didn’t even know that bondage was a possibility, so he was definitely surprised by the tower. He was also surprised when Tom proceeded to shave his butt with electric clippers. Tom knows that being shaved in such a vulnerable position is highly embarrassing, so he takes his time. He spends over 16 minutes shaving Carter’s butt, crack, butthole and taint. Tom then begins spanking Carter. He uses his hand, a riding crop, hairbrush and a whip. Carter has trouble remembering to address Tom as “Sir.” This is only Carter’s second spanking, so he still has much to learn about obedience and respect. Tom will be happy to teach him.
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Title of this update: Carter in the Spanking Tower
About six weeks before the holiday, a package arrived with a note saying that I shouldn’t open it until instructed in the session. On that night’s call, I reported that the box had arrived, and he smiled and said that was good because it meant I could be fitted for my island chastity. He explained that all slaves on the Island wore a custom chastity managed by the resort. The box contained everything I would need to do the sizing. He told me that he had an extra special chastity planned for me, which he was sure I would appreciate. As a first step, He instructed me to remove my chastity and my PA. He told me that my pubes would have to be removed.
On the Island, all slaves are displayed without pubes as it showed off the chastity to the maximum effect. He told me he had included a bottle of his preferred depilatory spray in the package. You just sprayed it on, waited for 10 minutes, and wiped the hair away. I thought back to a conversation we had had about hair removal when we were discussing activities. I’d told him then about how I loved the idea of chemical hair removal – how it was so much more mechanical and impersonal than a shaving scene. I found the bottle.
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Early on in this experience I requested the time to arrange for a haircut. After a day I received a message approving the haircut, and also telling me where to go for the cut.
Now with the virus, it had been months since I had a decent haircut. I followed his direction and made an appointment at a traditional barbershop. I was told to make sure the barber saw my ankle with the device strapped on, and let others see it as well in the barbershop.
I made the appointment, and he placed the time and date on the calendar.
Was he planning on being there as well? Who knows… So when I arrived exactly on time the barber — a burly, bear-looking guy — was polite and conversational. I made sure he saw the device when I was sitting in the chair, a few minutes later another gentleman came in the shop for his haircut. I made sure he saw the device. I proceeded to have my hair cut very short – a No. 1 buzz on the sides and a No. 2 on the top. Paid my bill and left. Just exactly what I was expected to do.
Based on a true story.
No one said being a dog slave was easy. I’ve worn a chastity belt or two in my time, never for very long. My master used to enjoy my cock. That was all about to change. Currently, I’m hard enough to cut glass yet trying to stuff all of myself into this metal contraption. I’ve been threatened, however that elicited the opposite response. I am nothing if not tenacious. Fortunately for me, I’m quite a heavy leaker. Even though lube was not provided I’ve miraculously made plenty of my own.
Shit, I’ve managed to avoid getting myself locked into “The Iron Maiden” of chastity belts, but I don’t know Todd well enough to guess what he has planned if I can’t get this on. The cool metal slipped over my balls easily enough, but getting my shaft soft enough to jam it in and hook it to the PA is becoming a real problem.
Relax, you got this. I managed to get the head in, the shaft was bunching up a bit but slowly giving way. Gradually, as I started focusing on the task itself instead of what this meant to my future, my cock deflated a bit, and a bit was all I needed.
I walk into the murky bar at Backstreet and take a look around. I can see a few regulars and a couple of nervous newcomers. One of them looks at me and immediately drops his gaze. I can’t say I blame him, as I know what I look like. From the toes of my gleaming Dehners to the tight collared shirt clapsed at my neck by a blue leather tie, I am covered in thick heavy leather.
My trousers are stitched and padded down the sides and tailored to accentuate the size of my cock. My leather uniform shirt and tie are mostly obscured by the thick padded leather jacket that has been belted tightly shut to show my narrow waist and the bulk of my chest. The gloom of the room is deepened by the reflective sunglasses I’m wearing and on top of my neatly cropped hair is my leather Muir cap. I raise my gloved hands to remove my sunglasses and tuck them in the top pocket of my jacket, before heading for the bar for a beer.
A bottle in hand, I head into the darkened area at the back. There are sounds of men having sex all around me, forming a soft counterpoint to the loud music. I find a place to stand, leaning against a wall, displaying the length of my body and look around for someone of interest. I spot one almost immediately.