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Emerson Palmer gets tortured in bondage

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Here’s another update from Dream Boy Bondage. In this video, lean and lanky Emerson is lashed even more intensely with the single-tail, jolted with jumper cables turned to max-power, then stretched with heavy weights:

Beautiful, young Emerson, spread-eagled face-up on the bondage table, gets five lashes from the single-tail whip in rapid succession, making his long, lean body convulse in pain. His stomach and chest, from inches above his cock to his collarbone, are covered with deep-red lash wounds. Jared zaps each wound with the violent wand, then he re-attaches the jumper cables, one to Emerson’s wrist, the other to the steel plug still shoved-up his ass. Electric current flows through his naked body – this time turned-up twice as high. Emerson buckles and screams. Then the single-tail comes crashing down again – while he is being shocked! Finally, the poor captive’s body gives out. He comes to a few hours later only to discover Jared has tied two 80-pound weights to his wrists. Jared smiles, then pushes each weight off its beam, stretching Emerson out in a perfect X. “Pah…leez…” the poor prisoner begs.

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Title of this update: Emerson Palmer – Smooth As Silk – Part 6

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Emerson is tortured by Jared

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Meanwhile at Dream Boy Bondage, super-sadist Jared continues to bullwhip his supine slave, then shoves a steel butt plug up his ass and shocks him with jumper cables – sometimes while whipping him.

Beautiful young Emerson remains spread-eagled, facedown on the torture table. Jared whips his slave’s back a few more times, then rubs the fresh wounds, sending Emerson into spasms of pain, his lean, naked body confusing seductively. Jared loves the captive’s long, lean body and his perfect, bulbous ass; it is so rare for such a lean guy to have such a juicy ass. Emerson’s beauty drives Jared to hurt him even more, delivering punishing lash after punishing lash, even as Emerson looks up at him, his moist eyes begging for mercy. But Jared is just getting started. He shoves a massive, steel butt-plug up the prisoner’s ass, sending him into more convulsions, then attaches jumper-cables to the butt plug and Emerson’s wrist. The shocks are unbelievable, lifting Emerson off the table as he screams and whimpers. His body has never looked better. Jared is such a sadist he even whips the captive while the current is flowing.

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Title of this shoot: Emerson Palmer – Smooth As Silk – Part 4

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 03

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By PredicamentBondage

Thirty minutes later, I walk back into the factory area where shit-head is still hanging, periodical swaying in time with twitching muscles. Its arms seem longer somehow. Its head hangs forward with its chin on its chest as if sleeping, but I know that sleep will not have come yet. It’s probably trying to cope with the pain.

There’s a damp pool forming on the bare concrete under the slave where it’s been perspiring over the last few hours. A seductive sheen covers every inch of its body, begging to be caressed.

Its cock is still rigidly pointing to its bellybutton. That must be painful in itself after being hard as iron for so long. Once again I place my stool between its painfully outstretched legs, sit down and touch my tongue to the tip of the cock. The sweet taste of pre-cum seeps over my taste buds. The cock instantly reacts by twitching violently and oozing pre-cum that bubbles up from the depths of the slave’s cock to lather the shiny helmet skin.

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Aaron gets tied up starkers

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At BreederFuckers, Aaron’s most hated nightmare is here and it’s never going to end. He’s starkers and tied to the walls by every limb so he can barely move. That proud cock and balls are hanging out in the open for them to toy with or punish however they like. The deepest shame he could ever feel is to get off by the hands of other men and not be able to stop himself from enjoying it. He must bend his head down obediently to give oral unintentionally constricting his throat at the same time. This fucker will have cock breath for months after this

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Oiled

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By Bikermike

I wanted to try something new. I contemplated this strange desire while I was hanging naked by my wrists, secured to the rafters in this vaulted old farm building, awaiting Master’s return.

I was mid-thirties, with a gym-toned, defined physique. I had absolutely no trouble in securing (safe) sex through visiting some of the gay clubs in London, Birmingham and Manchester, and of course, through websites like Recon and Gaydar. In fact, I was getting rather bored and craved something different; more perverted.

Yes, I had tried a little bit of BDSM, if you could call being thrashed on my arse by a leather guy a few months ago. While it stung at the time, the effect soon wore off leaving me frustrated. Why didn’t the guy really hurt me? Why did I find the prospect of being soundly thrashed, tortured and humiliated so exciting? These were the “themes” of my wanking fantasies from that day to the present.

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Max is turned into a bound cocksucker

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Here’s another one from BreederFuckers.com. In this episode, paperboy Max is a right nasty little fucker. He swears viciously now that he’s tied him down to an upturned chair for discipline. Dave delivers bare-handed spanking, making Max moan beneath his gag. They are going to turn him into proper cock sucking whore with a loose sloppy arsehole if it means they have to beat his angry bum until it’s red fucking raw!

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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 14

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By Greg Alexander

After the ordeal with the itching gel, in fact, as I have explained, I finally began to quickly get most of the feet in the frat down my heart. I lay there, pinned down to the spanking bench, more and more piss flowing through the tube, through my piss gag, and into my mouth as the night wore on.

The screen on my laptop was never inactive for long. Through the grainy video feed, I could see guy after guy after guy after guy take his place in front of the urinal. As the hours passed, and as the beer kept flowing, they started staggering into the bathroom more visibly drunk, their stride more and more lopsided, their every movement more and more inebriated, but still they kept coming. And coming. And coming.

They were mostly frat guys, jocks, athletes, guys with popped collars, guys with backward baseball hats and sun glasses inexplicably still on, even though it was night and indoors . . . the types you’d expect to find at your typical frat party on our campus. I was sure there were plenty of girls, but of course, thanks to the signage the frat boys had left outside the bathroom, none of them were coming in.

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To Defile

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By Bikermike

Defile (transitive verb) to befoul; to pollute or corrupt; to violate (Chambers 20th Century Dictionary 1983 edition)

I walked round, assessing what needed to be done. How long would it take? What instruments would I need?

I gave a few prods and punches to the object hanging there in the middle of the room. I suppose it could be described as a perfect specimen of masculinity, secured by chains from its wrists to an electric winch attached to a beam across the ceiling. It was naked except for a tiny pair of red lycra shorts that left very little to one’s imagination: if its penis became erect the shorts would be of little use as far as modesty was concerned.

This boy (for that’s what he was) was, I suppose about twenty five, six feet four with a swarthy complexion, zero crop hair and with about a week’s beard growth on his face. He also looked as though he had spent every day for the last eight years in the gym.

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