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mishkhail:

“Sir, I concede my argument Sir. Sweatpants can be sexy, Sir. I should not have argued with you Sir.”
“No Kenny, I like when you challenge me. It gives me a chance to flex my creativity. Besides, you seem to learn better by doing than talking.” I walk around to the side of the bed so I can get behind him; I kneel on the mattress and handcuff his wrists together.
“Uhhh why did you do that Sir?”
I slide off the bed and pick the remote up off the desk. “Oh for this.” I turn on the vibrator buried deep in the tightness of his ass, from when I put it in there at breakfast.
“Nnnnggg!” Kenny squeals and squirms. “Oh you put it on high, Sir!”
I turn it down a notch. “Better?”
“I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use!” he gasps.
I grin and set the timer on my phone. I show him the numbers on the screen counting down. “You have five minutes to cum in your sweatpants. After that, you will finish tidying your room with a wet stain.”
Kenny gulps. “Five minutes – wait, why wet Sir?”
“So every time your loose cock brushes up against the wet, cold fabric, you will be reminded that your orgasms and pleasure are at my mercy, and my will.”
“I’m definitely at your mercy, Sir. Oh god,” he groans.

“Look, you’re getting so hard – must be tight, straining with the rope around it.” I run my finger across the length of his shaft. My boy whimpers.
“By the way I forgot to mention something.”
“What is it Sir?” Kenny asks. His face is becoming flushed.
I hold up my phone to show him the time. “If you don’t finish in five minutes, there will be punishment.”
Kenny gasps. The conflict of annoyance, horror, and arousal shows on his face and in his eyes, and my lust for him only grows. I watch him as he squirms and tries to manipulate the plug inside using his posterior muscles. A wet spot blooms on the heather grey fabric. I lick my lower lip and watch him. Three minutes to go… he hasn’t had an orgasm or permission to touch his cock in three days, this should be easy for him. But if not? It’ll be much longer than three for his next one.

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Captions are fictional.

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This slave isn’t scared of milking machines, getting the strap, e-stim devices, long chastity, or serving 10 men at once… but at any utterance of the word “dentist”, all his training gets defenestrated and he’s pulling on his leash to stay in the house. His Master couldn’t just let his slave have bad teeth, so he came up with a creative solution.

The slave is bound to a metal support rail so he can safely sedated. A spider gag is put into place, as well as a chastity cage. Once the tranquilizer has kicked in, then the slave is transferred to the dentist’s office in a crate in his master’s car. Long after most of the staff have gone home, the dentist lets them in through the back. The slave is then bound to the exam room chair like this, naked and gagged, because it’s the only way Dr. Singh can finally get in there and clean those teeth.

Any cavities will be seen as negligence of his Master’s property and will result in a spanking for the slave, but usually the boy keeps up with flossing and brushing. All that fighting and planning is usually for nothing but a mere cleaning!

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Text is fictional. Picture obviously comes from the infamous boundgods.com.

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gayboykink:

Impressive ropework. <3

I can’t help but imagine how it would be to have this harness tied over a pair of underwear. It’d make some interesting, chastity like confinement… Plus it’s perfectly wearable under clothes in public. ^^

gayboykink sees the positive potential in everything. Imagine brushing against this guy in the grocery store and feeling the ropes under his clothes, then you’d exchange a look and he’d knew you’d know.

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“What’s he doing?” my apprentice whispers into my ear. We’re watching the slave on webcam together.
“Mm. Adjusting to his new reality I suppose. Slave psychology is actually a rather interesting thing. They naturally respond to orders and demands in a snap, but they need some quiet moments to think and decompress during the day or else they get overstimulated.”
“Is that why you told Master Aberdeen 3:30 and put the boy in there at 3?”
“Yes. It’s his first time at auction, I don’t want to stress him out too much. He’s lucky to have attracted a potential private buyer though. Master Aberdeen has fine taste and enjoys – mmm, how should I say it? decorating his boys. Number 867 here will have a good future with him if the sale is completed.”

He squints at the webcam. “I’ll have to take your word for it Sir, I still am new to this region. Still, that’s a pretty heavy chastity device.”
“Oh yes, that. Master Aberdeen is very strict about how slaves access their own bodies… believes it’s the ultimate reward and should be off limits and coveted from day 0. ‘A horny boy is a happy boy.’ is what he likes to say. When Aberdeen comes by the office later, you should ask him over for brandy or coffee or something, I bet you could learn a lot from him.”
“Not later, he’s here,” my apprentice says, gesturing to the screen.
I smile. “Yes he is. Now watch closely, see how an accomplished Master works and tests new product.”

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Text is fictional.

Escape!

Escape!

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gayboykink:

Hahaaa, fucking finally after three and a half hours I got myself out of these ‘inescapable cuffs’. I nearly broke my teeth at that slipknot and my wrists are red as hell, but luckily I managed in time, about an hour before I’d have to go through the humiliation of my bf coming home finding me like that!

Cooking diner for myself and eating was interesting to do though. 

Ahahah oh gayboykink, you got yourself out of trouble this time but in the future your boyfriend might have to leave you tied up for your own safety. You’d think if you locked a boy’s cock up he’ll stay out of mischief, but no, apparently not.

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     Naked, on his knees, the last knot binding his wrists, Steve knew this was the inevitable last moment of a long series of events. The last time he could have said, “No,” or in another way escaped from what was going to happen was long before. It wasn’t in the car, or over the last drink, or even when the man introduced himself. It was when he looked him in the eye and Steve wanted to be used, taken, covered with spit and cum and bite and slap marks—when he was overcome by the need to be reduced to two slick, warm holes.

Submitting to the need to submit.

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“You’ve been getting a bit uppity lately boy. Part of me thinks you do it because you love getting a spanking, part of me thinks you’re just getting a little loose since you’ve had so much downtime this holiday season with your family away from your Sir. Need I remind you about the thick leather band around your neck connected to the chains in my hands? Need I remind you who is nearly naked minus a thin jockstrap? And who is wearing a harness and cuffs so I can bind you in anyway I wish? You’re mine boy, you signed that contract. You begged me to sign it, if I recall. I own you and you will behave as such or else there will the discipline you don’t like. I’ll leave it up to your imagination what that is. Now, we’re going to Jaime’s cook-out tonight to celebrate her collaring ceremony and you are not going to embarrass me. Is that clear?”  

“Y…yes sir. Thank you for reminding me of my place sir. Your slave has been tainted by free people for too long. Slave is happiest with you Sir, because you know what is best for it Sir.”

I smiled. “Smart boy. Even though you will always be beneath me, I’m glad we can see eye to eye on some things.”