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An ‘Aggie’ Man and the Texas Ranger – Part 1

By Alex Ironrod

This story contains adult-oriented material, involving sexually explicit, non-consensual behavior between men.

Copyright 2021 by Alex Ironrod. All rights reserved.

This story is posted here with permission.

Jack Thomson was pissed off, pissed at himself. He’d done in the transmission of his car on a rock sticking out of the dirt on the back road. It was his own fault for showing off to Mary-Louise. He’d invited her to the parade at Texas A & M, and he’d dressed up in his cavalry uniform – khaki breeches with a wide flare, spit-polished brown boots and his uncle’s Prince of Wales spurs, with new straps – his right as a senior. He knew his 6’ frame looked good in the khaki shirt, tie and the Sam Browne belt; he’d strutted round the parade ground with his boot cleats ringing loudly and his campaign hat at just the right angle.

Mary-Louise had been properly impressed, according to his best friend, Tim Dixon, and so he’d stayed in uniform to drive her back home in the hills outside College Station. They’d made out in the back of his Chevy, but he had to be back for duty by 7pm, so he’d cut it short, and, following her directions, tried the short cut through the dry and dusty hills back to college. Now it was late afternoon; he was stuck, and he hadn’t bothered to tell Tim or the others where he was going. He kicked at the tire with his boot in exasperation.

“You need some help?” a voice helloed from behind him. Jack swung round; a man sat a tall horse on the nearby hill. “Got a problem with your car?” “Yes, sir, wrecked the transmission.” “Hold on,” and the man urged the stallion down the slope and trotted towards him. Jack watched him approach and dismount with a jingle of spurs.

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Black Leather Cops and Revenge – Part 2

By Alex Ironrod © 2021

PART TWO – INITIATION

With my violated and beaten ass and aching arms, I made it back on my bike to my apartment in town. I pulled off my high black boots, stripped off my once shining leathers and took a long hot shower. It didn’t wash away the memory of my rape and I brooded in silence. What could I do alone to get my revenge? How could I get close to the leather-shirted Sergeant Tyrell and learn his tricks and his weaknesses?

Gradually a plan of action emerged. I would join the Highway Patrol and become a motor cop. With luck and careful planning, I could meet Tyrell again and I would take it from there. After all, I knew all about bikes; I’d been riding them for almost ten years, and my three-year military experience should count for something. I gave up my computer sales job and got ready.

I spit-polished my boots until they gleamed, put on a fresh pressed shirt and pants, slung my leather jacket round my shoulders, walked into the nearest Highway Patrol station – and signed on. It was easier than I dared to hope, with my existing background paving the way. Soon after I was called up to the Academy for training.

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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 03

By Rubrpig

I woke up when I heard my new roommate moving around in our shared room. I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed and looked at my roommate. I spoke and told him my name and rank. He turned at looked at me and nodded. I stared as well as wearing a solid band of stainless steel around his neck, his cock and balls were locked up in a steel chastity device. I realized that it was a steelwerks necromancer device.

The polished steel tube holding his cock was plugged with a special screw and his balls were incased in a specially shaped steel casing to resemble his balls and sac. He saw the expression on my face and nodded. He said that his Officers had just equipped him with the chastity device a week ago. I nodded and told him that I was Trooper William Rhodes. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself as Trooper Iain Mackenzie. I shook his hand and got aroused as I have always had a thing for gingers.

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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 02

By Rubrpig

After my final night at the Barracks with my new commanding officers, my mind was a tumble of images. I got back to my hotel and packed my gear as my flight home was in the morning.

After checking through security and customs, I sat in the departure lounge of Heathrow Terminal 2 waiting for flight to be called on the departure boards. I finally was able to stop and think about what had happened over the previous two weeks and especially what happened the previous night. I grabbed my computer bag and pulled out the folder of documents which I had been given by my Officers after I had signed them. I read through them and the reality of what I had done sunk in like the Captain slamming me in the gut with his favourite weighted gloves.

I had willingly joined the Royal Army specifically the Blues and Royals as a trooper. The papers also included the assignment to the ceremonial unit once basic training was completed. The reality hit me hard and I knew that I had a lot of work to accomplish once I got home. I slumped in my seat and wondered what the future was going to hold.

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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 01

By Rubrpig

As soon as all of the travel bans and restriction were lifted as the vaccination program had finally been completed which meant the pandemic was finally beaten, I needed to get away from the house where I had been working and living without much human contact since the start of the pandemic and the loss of my Sir to Covid-19.

I decided a trip to London was in order and I smiled thinking about walking through the cool fall weather of England and enjoying myself by reconnecting to the world. As an out and proud Leatherman I wear my hides and boots proudly so I finished making the travel arrangements and packed up my leathers and several pairs of boots.

After checking into my British Airways flight and finally clearing security as my leathers and boots always attract attention. The fact that I have a solid stainless steel chain welded closed around my neck always slows the security inspection down. The man who had put the collar on me had contracted Covid-19 at the hospital where he worked as an ER nurse and had struggled with the disease for 7 weeks before he died while on a ventilator struggling for air. The loss of my Sir devastated me but I managed to come to term with my loss and grief so the trip to London was to honour a promise we had made to each other to visit London.

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Vintage gay leather porn: Argos the Sessions

This vintage gay leather sex video, Argos the Sessions, from Roger Earl, is the first in the Bound for Europe series (gay leather, SM, bondage, fetish). Harry Ros, a topman, enters the bar and begins to terrorize a wimpy-looking guy, Paul V. Rooy. Ros slaps him in the face and then chains him up with a long set of links, adding extra clamps for his tits.

Ros and another top, James Bruce, who is wearing some kind of military uniform, do an elaborate bondage scene on Lance Evans before, as the February 1991 issue of Manshots says, they “fist his dick to a gushing finish.” In the dungeon, Gerard Jonkers and Bruce work over a pair of slaves, Frans Roest and Theun DeBoer. Roest shoots a big gusher after a session of bondage and tit play.

While Roest watches from his suspension bondage, Ros tops Gerard. He spanks and slaps with his bare hand, but he also uses a cat o nine tails and a leather strap. Jonkers shoots some of that gorgeous white stuff out of his pierced piss slit.

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The first scene starts with Harry Ros, notable for his angular features and long fingers, assertively stomping into a leather bar. A bald guy, Paul V. Rooy, with a pierced nose, submits immediately to the slapping hands of Ros (Ros does love to work with his hands; sometimes that’s all one needs as a BDSM top). He chains him up, attaching the nose piercing to his tits and to the Prince Albert on his cock. V. Rooy must really be into humiliation, as Ros ends up making him drink beer out of a dog bowl. The camera work throughout is natural, unobtrusive. The viewer feels that the scene is really happening in the actual leather bar setting; it doesn’t feel staged at all.

A hot moustached daddy type in full leather (Lance Evans) then enters the bar, and interacts with a dreamy looking guy (intense eyes) dressed in what looks like some type of uniform (James Bruce). They make out, and the viewer seems shots of them doing it with their gear off, but not totally naked, an effective touch, but one could do without the ominous music at this point. Ros joins in, and he and the uniform stud end up disrobing Evans; the big bulge in Evans’ leather is quite noticeable.

There’s some slackening in the tension here as Ros ties the knots, but the ecstatic expression on Evans’ face (kind of reminds me, perversely, of one of those Jesus as Ecce Homo pictures) as the two tops work him over keeps the dynamic going. One can tell all three guys are attracted to each other; kissing and licking and sucking occur just as much as BDSM play. Up this point, the interaction has been nonverbal, but as Evans spectacularly cums from his veiny cock, one can hear Ros saying something like “beautiful.” And it is!

In the next scene, Gerard Jonkers, a tattooed muscle stud, and Bruce work over two slaves, Frans Roest and Theun de Boer. The groveling Theun de Boer appears to be a major pain pig; though he doesn’t get flogged to the level of some of the other bottoms in other leather films, his writhing moans while chained to what looks like a tree trunk as the tops flog him, and his overall submissive attitude, make the viewer want to see him in some really heavy action. The scene really flows well, climaxing in studmuffin Roest’s cumshot while he is restrained to another pole and spanked and caned de Boer roughly flung down to the ground and used as a muddy bootwipe. Hot!

In the final scene, three guys stomp down into what looks like a basement dungeon. Ros puts Roest into some form of suspension bondage, spread-eagled against a wall. He then proceeds to work over Jonkers. Jonkers gets naked, and Ros strips down to a jock. Ros uses a variety of implements and his bare hand on Jonkers, including a really hot cat o’ nine tails. From the looks of it, it really stings! At one point it looks like Jonkers is going to cum on Ros’ harness boot, but that doesn’t happen. Throughout, Ros seems to get into wiping Jonkers’ extensive precum. Jonkers’ thick cock emits drops of rich, milky cum.

The front cover of the issue number 20 of Mach, a Drummer publication, features a scene from this film. The issue also contains stills of other scenes from the movie.

“Filmed, utilizing real masters and genuine submissives, in the famed Amsterdam bar, the Argos, this S & M videotape titled, simply enough, Argos: The Session is first rate in both the vitality of the performers and the capturing of their action on camera,” wrote Manshots, February 1991

Video available here

Year Released: 1990

Director: Roger Earl

Studio: Marathon

Models in this shoot: Harry Ros, Gerard Jonkers, Frans Roest, Theun DeBoer, Lance Evans, James Bruce, Paul V. Rooy

Title: Argos the Sessions

Site: Retro Males

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