These tension straps allow a prisoner to have limited mobility, but enough tension so that once he gets tired of pulling on the straps he is stretched back to a tight spread-eagle position.
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Title: RUBBER, BONDAGE, AND TENSION STRAPS
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Description: Evan West is tied up, blindfolded, and moaning loudly through his ball-gag in the dungeon. Having heard the fuss, Jack Andy enters and informs Evan that unless he does everything he orders him to do, he’s going to leave him tied up. Evan obeys his master’s every command, completely giving himself over to the sadistic whims of Jack. Starting with barehanded spanks on the ass, Jack ensures Evan’s ass is painted with color before grabbing a leather paddle and moving onto his back and chest. Jack verbally degrades Evan, reminding him that he is just a subservient whore while spitting in his face. Untying Evan’s hands, Jack orders him onto his knees and to worship his boots. Next, Evan finds himself bound while having to balance on one leg. With Evan’s body being open and exposed, Jack delivers a strong flogging before removing Evan’s blindfold so he can see what’s coming next. Jack grabs an electro-zapper and torments Evan’s body by shocking him all over; laughing to himself clearly enjoying the pain he is causing his whore. Finally, Jack uses Evan’s hole by first stretching it out with a solid fucking from a dildo until Evan is absolutely begging for Jack’s 9-inch cock. Having been properly tormented and fucked by Jack, Evan is granted permission to cum as well.
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This is a video from the men of Dream Boy Bondage. After being whipped and spending the night in a freezing cell, Marshall is dragged back to the torture chamber and strapped to a cross on his back, his tiny briefs hanging low, revealing the painful welts on his ass. With his runner’s body and good looks, this prisoner looks amazing displayed on his back – even better, moments later, when he is raised up and stripped, hanging naked from the cross, his body shaved clean from pits to pubes. Marshall immediately feels the power of the cross, as every muscle and tendon, from his arms to his ankles, strains. Then the whip crashes into his flesh. He cries out in agony for hours, with no relief in sight.
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Title of this update: Marshall: Mandatory & Severe – Chapter 3
By bondagegimp
Changes
We lie in bed for a while, tightly embraced. We’re silent. A thousand thoughts should be racing through my head, I should be worried, but I’m simply enjoying the moment. I’m not thinking about yesterday, I’m not thinking about tomorrow. I’m simply here, in Bob’s arms.
Bob’s head is very close to mine. “I don’t know where this journey will take us yet either. But I have a certain idea of the direction we’ll be going. I will take you on this journey, show you the way, and sometimes force you to do things you’ve yet to learn. I will train you and mold you according to my wishes. But I’m only bringing out of you what’s already in your nature, what you forbid yourself from letting out. Perhaps it will even frighten you when you recognize it. We’ll start very carefully. But there will also be hurdles you’ll have to overcome. And we’re starting with that now.”
By @bdsmsubrex
Three months ago, I surrendered myself to Master S, binding my will to his as his submissive. That moment reshaped my existence, filling every corner of my life with purpose, desire, and a profound sense of belonging. But the lockdown, that unyielding global force, ripped us apart. Master S was forced to leave my country, stranded across borders, and I was left with an aching void where his presence once anchored me.
He instructed me to continue my rituals, daily acts of devotion to keep me tethered to him, and to document every detail with photos or videos. I obeyed, meticulously recording each task, but the act felt hollow, a pale imitation of true submission. How do you serve a Master when his eyes cannot see you, when his voice cannot guide you in the flesh? The videos I sent were offerings, but they lacked the weight of his approval, and my heart yearned for the command that only his physical presence could deliver.
This morning, my phone buzzed with a text from Master S, its sharp brevity cutting through the monotony of my day. Be at a specific address by six o’clock this evening. Plugged. Locked in my chastity cage. Collared. My pulse surged, a heady mix of nerves and excitement igniting my senses. Lockdown restrictions still suffocated the city, limiting movement to essential purposes, but Master S had anticipated this. He had enlisted a friend, a man with influence, who owned a company classified as essential. Through this connection, Master S secured an exemption letter, a document granting me freedom to travel without scrutiny. I texted back, my fingers trembling with anticipation, asking if there was anything else I needed to prepare.
Chapter 15: The Pit’s Rope
Tether Bites – Flesh Pulls
By Restrained4U
The pit pulsed, sweat and leather thick in the air.
Jamie catching the bag tossed by Ryan, his fingers brushing the velvet, pulling a black card. He read slow, voice flat: “Tethered to another – wrists to balls, hoist-taut, blindfolded. Others roll one die each – lowest joins you, highest two strike with riding crops, remaining dice total sets the time. Endure, or beg for mercy.” He set it down – TETHER’S TRAP – latex creaking as he braced himself. “Roll – lowest’s with me.”
Marcus let out a low chuckle. “This’ll hurt, pig – hope it’s not me.”
Ryan’s fists clenched, cap tilting. “Fuck this – rather bleed out than play rope toy.”
Leo leaned forward, jaw tight, muttering to himself, Roll high, I stay caged but swing – roll low, I’m free but fucked in that trap. “Guess I’m fucked either way,” he said, voice dry.
Jamie nodded, grim. “Let’s see who’s screwed.”
Meanwhile, at BreederFuckers, Shamus hasn’t yet learned how to respect his new owner. He’s tied with his ass up and subjected to breath control. His already sore arse is given vicious smacks from his new master’s bare hand. His dick and nuts are tied to a heavy weight and his long silky foreskin is clamped open.
With his movement so restricted, Dave sees the perfect opportunity to plunge into his sore hairy ass, which he wets with spit. In this humble position, Shamus has no choice but to obediently beg to suck cock or receive further punishment.
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By Pickle
“Don’t go anywhere Pick, I’ll be right back.” He unlocked the door and disappeared through it, closing it behind him. A few minutes later he returned carrying another army rucksack. This one was of a more normal size. My buddy carried it around behind my back and I heard him rummaging through it and taking things out. I tried to twist around to see what he was up to, but of course, couldn’t move my legs far with the 500 pounds on the spreader bar holding them in place, and Steve had gone far enough behind me that I couldn’t twist my upper body and head far enough to see what he was up to. He sang his little made-up ditty of …
“The waves come in, the waves go out!
The waves come in, the waves go out!”
“Kinda almost like a sea shanty, huh soldier?”
The fucker was truly enjoying himself at my expense. On one hand, I found myself wanting to evict him from my cottage and get him the Hell out of my life, and on the other, strangely kind of liking this side of him. He had me thoroughly confused. I realized I was enjoying this intensely macho treatment. How hard he was testing me. The punishment he was putting me through.
