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Soldiers in Hell: Extreme bondage for Dirk Caber

Interrogator Drake Jaden is done playing games. Armed with a stun baton, he’s ready to make the soldier pay, with his mouth! The Parrot’s Perch position is a perfect one for fucking and sucking, as soldier Dirk Caber soon finds out when he’s made to suck on his new master’s drooling meat. There’s nothing he can do, other than work to please the man and maybe get himself out of this situation by pleasing his interrogator.

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Title: Soldiers In Hell – Part 7

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10 Days in Detention – Part 13

“10 Days in Detention” series by socalbdBy socalbd

I’m not sure how long I was asleep. I woke up suddenly to the sound of banging on the cage bars. It was loud and irritating and immediately took me out of my slumber.

When my eyes adjusted I saw Dan standing outside the cage with a thick wooden dowel in his hand. He was using it to bang on the bars.

“Wake up slave. Your service is far from complete. Get on your knees,” Dan commanded. I managed to roll over so that I was on my knees and facing the end of the cage.

Dan took the dowel and held it between the bars to get the end under my chin. Using the wooden stick he guided me to the very end of the cage with my head touching the upper bars.

“Stay put, slave,” Dan commanded this time. I was still not fully awake yet and was trying to comply with his demands at the same time as I was trying to become fully coherent. My body ached all over from last night’s punishment session and it was hard to maneuver between the stiff muscles and the heavy shackles I was wearing.

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Handcuffed and pissed on

Stripped of his clothes with his hands cuffed together, Oliver must kneel and await orders. He looks like a urinal! And that smooth perfect arse of his needs a good lashing. He may pretend to be a tough macho thug, but he’s really a cocksucker because it only takes a few smacks with a leather flogger to make him submit. Soon enough he’s pleading to suck cock and drink piss!

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In this oral sex compilation from Boynapped, they have gathered some of the hottest moments of face fucking, shaft slurping, helmet gobbling action as the mean dominants stuff their shafts between lips and take control of their captives, using their delicious mouths as sex toys. With precum sliding down their throats and cock snot dripping from their chins, these prisoners try their hardest to satisfy their doms and make them cum!

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Title of this video: Made To Suck Dripping Cocks

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The First Load Up

By SlickChaser

At some point, 27 and dumb, I realized dating wasn’t my thing. I didn’t care for girls, guys or both in a long term relationship in terms of life goals like buying a house, having kids or going above and beyond to look impressive to social media. I did want to experience some levels lf BDSM without the same commitments. Some dabble in one location with a munch group eventually lead to some dabbling with a bi-man (called “Gerry” for this story) after moving to a new location and job.

Gerry responded to some posted messages on a FetLife board post with my new local munch. Over time, I would visit and the order of operation was pretty simple; he would use some bondage gear and his setup mini-dungeon in the 2nd bedroom of his condo while I had to provide something everytime to help elevate the experience. Week one it was a ball gag head harness; week two a zipper PVC hood with only nostril and mouth opening; week three a collar he recommended; week four a new set of leather cuffs; week five a leather chest harness and butt plug harness with various sizes butt plugs. It was week five when the experience became a two sided affair, quite literally.

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The Bear Trap – Part 11

By FirefighterSIR

Part 11: Summer Nights

Summer nights dragged on more than winter nights it seemed.  It was not that the night was so long, but the sounds mixed with the heat lingering in the camp kept the slave up long past the time he should have slept. Crickets whined all around the fenced compound where the Captain’s tiny cabin stood and the wicked laughter of coyotes echoed through the canyons near and far.  The sound would first be of one lone coyote calling out in short howls then he would be answered by a yip or a bark.

Then more voices would chime in and gather.  Then silence, until the pack had cornered some wayward jackrabbit.  At the kill excited howls and barks would become a frightening garble of voices that would cut off suddenly, total silence.  That is when the slave would worry, looking, imagining red eyes glowing at the edge of the dark brush, looking to find a way into the compound, to him, as he lay vulnerable, caged like a chicken in a coop.

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