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Side Effects – Chapter 7

By GratDelay

male BDSM storiesI shook my head. He just stood there with his arms crossed.

“You said it was worthwhile…”


“Prove it.”

I felt the blood rush from my head, AND from my dick. HE had actually crossed one of MY boundaries; one I didn’t know I had, because this scenario had never occurred to me. Not with him, not with anybody. “This is too much for me,” I muttered. I set the bulb down on the counter and started to leave the bathroom. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

“Liam. I’m OK with this, obviously. Why can’t you be?”

“Dude, it’s SHIT!”

“So it’s not worth it after all?”

“You’re just trying to push buttons now, aren’t you? See if you can reach my limits? Well you have.”

He considered my words. “I figured, guys who are into anal, especially after what you said last night, are just, you know, used to it. Like… like a dad dealing with his kids’ diapers.”

I grabbed the enema bulb and shoved it in his hands. It squirted some water from getting squeezed. “You’re not a kid, I’m not a dad, and neither of us are into that sort of kink.”

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 10

NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Nitro AtlantaBy Nitro

Jake woke up in the middle of the night and had a raging hardon. He looked over to the side of the bed and saw the most beautiful image ever — his property was safely stored away in his sleepsack and snoring peacefully. Looking at the clock it was about 4AM and he knew he was going to get a few more hours. Not wanting to go all the way downstairs to piss, he grabbed the jug he had stashed beside the bed and pissed into it. What Ian didn’t know yet was that Jake wasn’t planning on wasting any piss this weekend. His boy was going to learn his role properly, the hard way. Jake laid back in bed and started sniffing his own musky pits while he was stroking his hardon. Fuck, his own smell was like poppers for him and it just made his dick harder. Reaching into the top drawer of his night stand he grabbed a pair of heavy tit clamps and laid them on his chest while he kept sniffing his pits and stroking his dick.

Yeah this NEEDED to be taken care of for him to get back to sleep. He was tugging at his meaty nipples and when they were painfully perky he attached the strong clamps and took a deep inhale of breath. Jake started playing back the images in his brain of his boy downstairs sweating on the table earlier and a bead of precum leaked from his cock.

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Captive twink in a sleepsack

Here’s another one from MyDirtiestFantasy.com, featuring a captive twink in a sleepsack! Mickey sure knows what he wants from his tied up prisoner, and that is obedience! Mickey is quick to get his cock out over Liam’s face, but Mickey isn’t going to give the slave all that he wants, as he decides to face-fuck making the captive gag on his master’s cock. Of course Mickey has more punishment in store for this twink, as he’s soon moved over to a spanking bench where his ass gets a fair treatment of its own! Both with a flogger and a crop, Master Mickey by now has the prisoner’s ass just how he wants it — red, sore and begging for cock!

Captive twink in a sleepsack

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