Sort of like Casper Van Dien in the movie Starship Troopers. Except it’s clear that Jared can really take a real beating, for real.
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Then he is stretched to the max for hours. Finally, he jerks himself off, hoping to be freed. At Dream Boy Bondage. Scroll down for a free video preview
Marshall gradually regains consciousness. He’s still on the table, naked, but his body has been stretched tauter. His torturer, Jared, is caressing him, clearly turned on by seeing him in pain and so totally helpless. Then the whip comes crashing down on his abs, then his chest. The blows get faster and harder. Marshall squirms in pain, but can barely move; the ropes are so tight. And they are about to get much, much tighter. “Agggggggg!” Marshall screams as his limbs are stretched nearly to their breaking point. “See you in a couple hours, boy,” Jared sneers as he leaves Marshall throbbing in pain on the torture table. When he returns hours later, Jared tells Marshall the only way he will be freed is if he pumps out a huge load of cum. Marshall does what he is told.
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Why not relax while you’re in bondage? Lie down and take a load off your feet.
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The guy in the sleepsack is totally dependent on the supply for each breath. The combination of the hard-hat and his bondage provides him with an extremely intense and helpless experience. He peers through the helmet’s visor as his buddies look on. This guy is really in deep.
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Marshall is drenched in sweat, his body slowly pulled apart by its own weight, the agony of the cross complete.
Marshall is reliving his worse nightmare – crucifixion. But what he is suffering now is even worse than his time on the cross three years ago. After five hours on the wood, he is drenched in sweat, every muscle in his body screaming for relief. No matter how he shifts and squirms on the cross, he can’t relieve the unending strain; he can merely shift its intensity from his torso to his legs. Plus, if that weren’t bad enough, his cock and balls are covered with nasty clothespins, a biting, throbbing pain that somehow cuts through the constant ache of crucifixion. After a couple more hours he drifts into a state of shock.
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