You’re In No Position to Negotiate – Part 01

By nyc49

I’ve been tied up by Charlie a few times, and I’ve been trying to get together with Ted for years – we both seem to know what gets the other excited, but we had never managed to find a time when we could both be free. Also, neither of us hosts, so this has been tricky to arrange. Charlie and Ted both live near each other in New Jersey, so I finally figured out that I could get all three of us together for some bondage fun.

Ted picked me up at the train station in Trenton. Ted had told me that his protocol is that I need to hand over all my clothing as soon as I enter the house, so as soon as the door was shut, I was instructed to strip, and he took my clothes away. I’m always a little worried that my host would have left some curtains open, but from what I could tell, I was safe – I’m not into sharing my bondage fantasies with the general public, I’m not into getting humiliated, and I don’t think it’s OK to bring “civilians” into our games.

We played for a few hours with Charlie’s excellent collection of toys, many of which lock and/or otherwise can’t be removed. The evening progressed through the usual steps of me getting more and more immobilized in his basement, and finally I was given some release. I’m skipping over some details, because that wasn’t really the point of this story. At the end of the evening, I was spent, tired and naked.

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Tied up at the gym

At Bound Gods, Jackson Fillmore waits on the dirty gym floor, gagged and immobilized as Jessie Colter finishes his workout. Now it’s playtime, Jessie drags his captive across the floor and cuts away his underwear, exposing his hard, uncut cock. He teases Jackson’s cock right until he’s about to blow his load, but Jessie has other plans.

Clover clamps decorate across Jackson’s hairy balls while another clamps his foreskin shut. Jessie then takes full mount and rams his cock down Jackson’s throat before stringing him up for a flogging. Jackson wriggles in the air as the flogs rain down, completely inverting himself as he tries to escape Jessie’s blows. The bound gym rat then finds himself beaten with the cane, his ass getting nice and tender before Jessie can slide his cock inside. Pounding away on his ass, Jessie milks the cum right out of Jackson’s cock and feeding him the leftovers.

Models in this shoot: Jackson Fillmore, Jessie Colter

Title of this shoot: Bound gym whore gets the cum fucked right out of his uncut cock

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Bathroom pig Connor Patricks worships Max Cameron’s huge cock

Also at Bound Gods, greedy bathroom pig Connor Patricks is perched in a grungy stall in the public bathroom anxiously awaiting more steaming golden showers when Max Cameron comes in, armed with a giant cock and an extra full bladder. Max drenches Connor, letting his fluids stream down the dirty slut’s body and into his steadily filling funnel gag before dragging his filthy new plaything out of the stall and throwing him to the floor.

 

After shoving his crotch in Connor’s face and throat fucking him with his thick hard cock, Max spanks and hand gags Connor while playing with his tight pink asshole, enjoying Connor’s screams as they echo throughout the bathroom. Connor is then tied up tightly and flogged mercilessly while gagging on Max’s dick, his own spit dribbling down his body as he struggles helplessly. Finally Max decides it’s time to give his captive his just desserts, and fucks him hard and fast against the urinals until Connor blows his load all over Max’s boots. After Connor has licked all of his cum off of Max’s boots, he sucks and worships Max’s cock until he’s rewarded with a huge thick load all over his face.

 

Models in this shoot: Connor Patricks, Max Cameron

Title of this shoot: Hung stud finds a dirty bathroom pig to worship his giant cock

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Jordan Boss dominates Jett Jax

Meanwhile at Bound Gods, Jordan Boss is hot, muscular and equipped with a deliciously thick cock and a sadistic hunger for power that few can match! Eager to punish, Jordan finds Jett Jax (House slave 996) awaiting him as a welcoming gift – and because no gift can be given without proper presentation, slave 996 is wrapped indeed; bound and struggling on a tiny pedestal at the mercy of his Dom.

 

Jordan wastes no time removing 996’s jock, and begins punching and manhandling his writing gift before bending him over the pedestal and clubbing his toned ass with a rubber baton, relishing in his slave’s screams of agony and pleasure. Next Jordan binds his slave to large, unyielding pieces of bamboo and flogs him mercilessly before fucking 996’s eager mouth with his domineering rock hard cock, demanding his submission and making him beg for a good hard fucking. Once the new Dom has had enough fun punishing his slave, he sets to work on his exceptionally tight asshole, slowly easing his dick farther and farther in until both studs are fucking in sheer exstacy. After railing his slave’s ass into the dungeon floor, Jordan blows his huge hot load all over the place and finally permits 996’s release as well.

 

Title of this shot: Welcome to the House, Master Boss

Models in this shoot: Jordan Boss, Jett Jax

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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 04

By Greg Alexander

I tried to dart past them, springing forward with a surge of adrenaline and aiming for the narrow gap between them. Using just one hand, Collin casually grabbed my arm and arrested me in mid-stride.

Still I kicked and struggled frantically. But at just 5’9”, with a lithe but nevertheless scrawny build, I didn’t stand a prayer against two muscular jocks at the height of their athletic abilities. Without even breaking a sweat, Collin dragged me back into the room, and Trevor quietly shut the door.

At that point I was a little hysterical. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I opened my mouth and started to scream at the top of my lungs.

Calmly, Trevor reached into the workout bag that he was carrying and fished out a role of duct tape. I tried to run away. But Collin effortlessly took my head into a vice-like grip and held me still while Trevor yanked a long piece of tape off and wrapped it around my face, covering my mouth. Still I tried to scream, but Trevor quickly wrapped the tape around my head in several loops, until my voice had been completely muffled.

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