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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 02

By Greg Alexander

Trevor lay there for a while, just staring at the ceiling and thinking as I licked the soles of his feet. Finally, he grabbed his cellphone and flipped it on. I saw him speed dial someone. “Hey dude…” I heard him say. “Yeah, man. This is Trevor. Yeah, I know, awesome game, fucking right down to the wire . . . yeah I watched the whole thing . . .Listen — I gotta big favor to ask. Are you at the frat right now? Yeah? No shit? Well, would you mind sending one of the pledges over to my dorm room with one of the paddles from downstairs? The really wicked looking long one, yeah . . . no, bro, I’m not fucking around with you. I need it. Why?” He looked down at me and his eyebrows flickered mischievously. “Cuz I wanna show it to my roommate, that’s why. I think he deserves to see it . . . yeah, yeah, I’ll explain later man . . . hey, thanks dude, see ya at practice tomorrow.”

Trevor hung up, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes, Trevor just rubbing his cock idly and examining me.

There was a knock on the door. Trevor got up off the bed, wearing only his T-shirt, and not bothering to cover his ramrod cock, went over to the door. I was of course unable to turn around, but I heard him open it, talk to someone in a muffled voice, and then close it.

As he approached me from behind, I could hear him swinging something wooden against the palm of his hand over and over, making a sadistic slapping sound each time.

“Alright, my little bitch,” Trevor said. “I want you to meet a very special friend of mine.”

Trevor ungagged me, for the second time that day, and set his foul athletic socks, now soaked with my saliva, off to the side. Grinning happily, he dangled his new toy in front of my eyes.

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Whimpering on the Edge

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Scott has 28-year-old straight guy Dimitri tied securely to a chair with his legs spread wide, defenseless and at his mercy.  He administers a tormenting edging, bringing him to the edge over and over, then stopping and walking off, leaving him rock hard and frustrated.  Dimitri whimpers and moans, he asks in a whisper for permission to shoot several times, looking pleadingly into Scott’s eyes for a sign that he will be allowed to cum.  The poor young man is obviously in distress, until Scott finally has had enough and takes him over the edge.

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The Wooden Pole – Part 2

By Mister-X/Spartan

After Tino had left, Ike had a lot to think about. It sounded like he was going to be here attached to this pole all weekend. And it sounded like Randy was also restrained in his bedroom all weekend. Randy had said nothing about this happening, but Ike had noticed that on some weekends Randy wouldn’t be on the internet at all. He figured that these must have corresponded with Tino’s visits.

Ike was sweating and worrying about what Tino would do to him. Then he noticed that he was getting pain from an unexpected source. His cock was trying to get hard, but couldn’t due to the chastity. Ike was surprised at this reaction. He tried loosening himself from the pole, but knew that it was useless. He kept trying to find his keys, but couldn’t. He figured Tino had picked them up. He was hearing muffled sounds coming from Randy’s bedroom, and figured that Randy must also be well secured and would be of no help.

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The Surprise …

By Steellock

Tony was too impulsive.

He tended to go onto the Fetters website when he was horny or after too much beer and buy too much. He ended up working a lot of overtime to pay for a sleepsack that he had forgotten was on its way until the UPS guy rang the doorbell, and there it was on his credit card bill.

On chat sites he would say too much when he was a little pissed.

In a bar he ended up in a fight after talking too loudly or passing judgment in earshot of the wrong person.

This time it was a Tumblr entry …

‘NO WAY OUT Bondage’ it said. ‘Reply with the time you want to be restrained, and how, and we do the rest.’ Nothing else, no name or anything.

Tony was trawling the sites in the early hours of Sunday morning after a great evening in that very sleepsack. The Top had been amazing …

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Vibrated over the edge at Slow Teasing Hand Jobs

There’s nothing sexier than a hot, toned young guy spread out and tied down, helpless, with a rock hard cock yearning for release, and that’s exactly what Scott does to Billy. Scott slowly takes Billy closer and closer to the edge with both the massager and his hand. Finally, when he senses Billy is “right there” he uses the rubber pussy to edge him up just a little bit more, than applies the massager to the rubber pussy, to drive him over the edge the instant permission is granted.

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Metalbond A to Z: Edging

When it comes to edging a guy — getting him rock hard and keeping him that way, and not allowing him to cum for a long time — having him physically restrained is key, as these pictures show:

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You can also do self-edging with some porn, or some erotic stories like those found in the Prison Library.

Many of today’s pictures are from Men On Edge and Slow Teasing Hand Jobs — two sites dedicated to edging!

 

The Bare Minimum Cage

By POW

He awakens in darkness. He is lying on his stomach, his head cradled on one of his arms, which has gone tingly and numb. He tries to move it and quickly bumps into walls in every direction: up, down, left, right. He panics for a moment, wondering if he somehow has forgotten the beginning of whatever bondage scene he is currently in, because the last thing he remembers is not a bondage scene at all but an ordinary night at home.

He would have no way of knowing that he was locked into a solid-walled cage that, at its greatest extent, would encompass less than two cubic meters of space. And that the cage was currently configured to allow him only half that much room. All he knows is that he can’t move, can’t see, can’t budge the walls that enclose him from head to toe, and the panic begins to blossom inside his chest, making his heart race and the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up in alarm …

Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself …

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