Sean is tied naked to a cold, steel table. His captor then feeds on his seed. He twitches and gasps, his face contorted in frustration and arousal, desperate to cum.
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Man in Speedo Bound, Suspended by Sadist Group
By Speedobound
A Speedo-wearing sub interrupts closed gathering of leather Doms in a dungeon seeking “serious” bondage tops for “a little fun”
I arrived at the local BDSM clubhouse for a previously scheduled Bondage night. The doorman told me that the schedule had been changed and that a workshop was in progress, but it would be finished soon. He asked me what “my thing” was, and I told him I have a Speedo fetish and I love getting bound and gagged while wearing a tight Speedo. He said he figured I would be able to find someone to play with me when the workshop was over because he thought it was a bunch of tops/doms and they might enjoy having a little bit of bondage fun after their program was finished.
Let me explain. I have always had a mixed feeling about wearing a Speedo. On the one hand, it immediately makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, since it leaves very little to the imagination. Most men are not used to having their private parts seen, and few men, straight or gay, are comfortable wearing a Speedo.
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The Bet – Chapter 08
By lthr_jock
I’m alone in the room, accompanied only by the laptop that repeatedly shows me being shaved and then submitting to being turned into a rubber dog. Every time I move, the tail wags behind me and makes the plug rub against my prostate. As a result my cock is pressing against the seedpod and gets uncomfortable very quickly. The muzzle makes my view weird as it’s constantly in front of me and to look at the floor I have to look directly downwards. I also find that my peripheral vision is sharply limited. As the laptop starts its’ loop again, I realise that the colours are muted and dulled and seem more grey than anything else. I realise the hood has lenses in the eye holes that are making my vision more like that of a dog.
I move around on all fours, getting used to the way I need to move. I can feel the rubber warming up and I start to sweat. It’s odd being at this level, though the more I move around, the more natural it feels. I return to the laptop and now I note that there is a counter at the bottom of the screen – Tom has posted this online as well. I’m thirsty and I see that Tom has left a bowl of water in the corner. Immediately, there’s a problem – the muzzle gets in the way and my tongue can’t reach the water. I have to bury my face in the bowl and suck and lap at the fluid, but eventually I manage it.
More With Jonas – Part 1
By ty dehner
“Your fucking life is over, gimp. You’ll never see the outside world again,” Jonas said. He had an evil grin on his face as he enjoyed telling me that I was going to be his captive forever.
I was trapped, speechless because of the inflated gag. My head was encased in heavy leather with a heavy padded hood and muzzle over that. The rubber dry suit that he had put me in a few days ago was filled with my sweat and piss. My ass was sore with the plug that he sat me on a day ago. After he informed me of my new state as his gimp, I struggled against the restraints and box that he had locked me in. I tried screaming into the gag, but there was no use to the effort. As I struggled it caused a sharp pain in my ass, and I stopped my struggle.
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I woke from my slumber realizing that I was still in the state Jonas had left me in after our time at the bar. My neck was stiff from being held up and not able to move for the hours that I’ve been locked in the box. I laughed at myself for the wild dream that I was having where I was going to be Jonas’s gimp boy. He never even had talked like that. But no doubt some of the piss I drank earlier was laced with beer, so my mind was in a different state.
Hockey Player’s 21st Birthday Wish
By SockgaggedJason
NOTE: This story starts off with innocent bondage but becomes very sexually graphic, involving gay sexual contact. The young men depicted are over 18, and you must be over 18 to read.
I was in for the most humiliating kidnap by my hockey team that would turn in to the craziest sexual experience of my life. This is the story of my 21st birthday. After a practice, a group of my teammates tackled me in the locker room while I was undressing. I didn’t stand a chance. I was tied up, gagged, and stuffed into a thick canvas laundry bag. I was transported to one their houses via someone’s car. When I was removed from the sack, I was situated on a bed. They untied me and proceeded to remove the last parts of my hockey gear.
They did, though, spare me full on humiliation by leaving me in my jockstrap. I put up the fight of my life, but there were six of these guys against me. I was screwed. They held me down and tied me spread eagle to that bed with ropes.
My gag, which was a few haphazardly applied layers of athletic tape, was coming off partly on the account of all the sweating. As it fell from my face, I started to yell my head off. Well, that was a mistake. The next thing I remembered was Jacobi, the co-captain of our team, quickly stripping out of his sweatpants and slipping out of his jockstrap. I only caught a glimpse of what he was doing before he was shoving his sweaty jock into my mouth.
Motoboy’s Workout
By ty dehner
My gloved hands gripped the bar holding 150 pounds of weights. I was on my last rep. As I exhaled and started to life, Sir pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. My arms burned as I got the weight to the top and waited for Sir to piston his cock in and out of my throat five times before I could bring the weights down. Once my throat cleared I inhaled through my mouth, and I could taste the leather, sweat and pre-cum of my Master. He smiled as he looked down at me, wearing his full motorcycle cop duty uniform. His gloved hands lightly tapped my cheek. The heavy leather hood I was locked in had a hole for my mouth that is open when I do my workouts and has eye holes. The rest of my head is encased in leather.
The next rep repeats what Sir did, but he quickens the pace of this pistoning, then faster for the next. On the last lift he slams his cock in deeper, piston-style, quickly shooting his load down my throat as my arms burn and struggle to keep the weight above me. When he pulls out, I drop the weights on the stand and Sir slaps my face hard before telling me I did a good job.
The Surfer Bottom
By Mister-X/Spartan
Jimmy got off his surfboard after riding the wave ashore. He’d spent the day surfing, and now that the sun was setting, he figured it was time to head home. He decided to stay in his custom-made neoprene surf suit for the drive home. He put his board in the back of his pickup, laid out the bath towel on the seat of his truck, got in, and was soon on his way.
When he got home he saw that his two brothers were parked in the driveway, waiting for him. He hadn’t seen them in a couple of months, and was always glad to see them. His cock stirred a bit in anticipation. His older brothers were bondage tops, and he was the bottom one of the family. He figured that they were soon going to have him tightly bound.
When he got out and shook hands with them, they commented on his suit. Rob started it. “That is a great looking surf suit. It’s full body, even covering the neck up to the chin. All it’s missing is a hood. I’ve got one of those that will match the suit.”
Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 07
By PredicamentBondage
Marco has no way to judge the passage of time, but the screens stay blank for what seems like at least an hour or more. The anticipation of someone entering the toilets to relieve himself, coupled with the slow passing of time, is agony. Marco finds himself holding his breath for several seconds at a time, and festoons of sweat now decorate his forehead.
Suddenly, the two centre screens light up and Marco comes face to face with a cocky looking wide-boy of about 24 or 25 years old. As he fumbles with his fly-zip, the cheeky punter snorts and spits green sputum into the porcelain urinal where it sticks to the surface. After a deal of rummaging in his pants, the guy pulls out a fucking enormous horse cock. He is so big the bulbous head would easily come into contact with the shiny white ceramic if not supported. The dude starts to drain his bladder and manhandles his appendage, directing the stream around the inside of the bowl like a fireman’s hose. The dark golden buttery liquid washes down the drain taking the slime of mucus with it.
Marco closes his eyes and waits.