Gear - VK79

Time for a bit of domesticity!  I'm trying to lose weight; not too much but enough to buy off the rail on the high street (about a 40 inch waist).  And once I do get there, I intend to buy a leather US NYPD uniform, and VK79 of Berlin might just get my custom.  I imagine their clothing is expensive but you have to pay for quality in my opinion - and checking out the website, the quality is first class!

http://www.vk79.com/

Pics - Captured Guys

Want some art pics of Captured Guys?  You got it!

Vids - Straighthell - Ben Pt 5

Ben is nearing the end of his Straighthell experience.  But before the tops are done with him, they torment him a little more.  Now Ben has been laid out with spreader bars and has been made to wear an open mouth gag.  The tops torment him with pain play; pegs, floggers and then some more forced anal with the dildo on a pole.  They used a clip on the tip of his cock which is attached to a filled condom full of piss.  As the weight of gravity pulls against the clip, the condom explodes on Ben's face, emptying piss over his body and into his gag, where he is left to feel the stale taste on his lips...

Blogs - Body Lounger

Body Lounger is a fantastic blog, packed full of CG artistry, loads of muscle men, with a bit of kink thrown in too.  If the pics on this post get you going, you need to check out more of his art.  It really is amazing!

Stories - The Long Hours Of Raw Lust - Pt 2

Part 2

Brad tried to turn on to his belly but in the confined space, coupled with his enormous girth, it was almost impossible. With his wrists behind him and with his legs bent double and his boots digging into his ass, it wasn't a position in which he could lie for long. Deprivation of his sight and the tight gag only added to his misery. He grunted as he tried to move his body. "Yeah, keeping grunting! Sounds so sexy to my ears!" his captor chuckled.

  The car slowed to a crawl and Brad felt a hand groping his chest. He heard the car stop. Uh oh! That's bad news, he mused.  Sure enough, he felt the weight of the man on him. The sadist sat on his thighs and brought his hands to the wide expanse of Brad's chest. They gently kneaded the huge mass. Fingers flicked across his large taut nipples that poked through the material of his T shirt. Captor and captive groaned together. Brad squirmed and his captor giggled like a schoolgirl, "Liking it, aren't you?" 

  A finger running across his tented crotch made him nearly leap off the seat! "Well! Well! Well! What do I see here! You ARE liking it! Cocks don't lie!" Brad grit his teeth as his nipples were pinched and rolled. His cock grew harder and harder in his jeans, adding to his misery. A few more minutes of this torture and he'd shoot his load! 

 Mercifully, his tormentor stopped his torture and slamming the door, started the car. But not before a threat, "This is not over! It's just an appetiser. For you!" Once again the car sped at a good speed. Brad lay miserably on his back. It wasn't that he'd never been bound and gagged before. But it was always at the hands of his close friends. Friends whom he trusted. This was different. He didn't know his captor. He didn't know where he was being taken. And, why he was being taken. Far from being frightened, a dark thrill ran through him! 

 Just when he thought that this journey might never end, and he wouldn't be able to endure this extremely unnatural position for long, the car took a sharp left turn and after a few seconds came to a halt. He heard his captor get out of the car, open some sort of a gate that needed grease. The car moved again and soon came to a stop. "We're home!" he heard a jubilant voice and a hand untied his ankles. Brad bit into his gag at the shooting pain as his legs straightened after being held in a painful position. The pain of returning circulation into his legs was almost a pleasure to him. 

 A hand clasped his fleshy arm and dragged him out of the car. He stood on wobbly legs. 

"Take your time. We have the whole night ahead of us!" the voice was soothing. But Brad knew it was the voice of a cold sadist. 

He felt like James Bond at the mercy of Le Chiffre, the cold heartless torturer. 

The next words spoken by his captor sent a chill up his spine! "You possess some things that I need. Very badly! And I plan to get them. One by one. Very slowly. It'll be my pleasure to do so..."

Brad ought to have been terrified! Instead, for some inexplicable reason, he was not.  

 He was pushed ahead by a hand at the small of his back. "Mind the steps..." came the voice. Brad heard a door open and he was pushed inside. The temperature inside was high. Surprisingly high.

Brad let out a long sigh of relief as the warmth hit him. It was certainly a welcome change from the ice cold weather outside. Another push and he stumbled along. "Yes! That'll do!" came the voice. 

 "But first, let's celebrate!" he added. Brad stood there with his legs apart. He twisted his wrists in an effort to free his hands. He knew it was futile.  A minute later Brad heard, "Aah! Good! I love to see huge tied up guys struggling to free themselves!" He heard a chuckle and felt a hand rubbing his bulge slowly. He moaned into his gag. 

"You'll have all the time to moan and groan and grunt." the unseen sadist said, "Right now, let's have some beer. Your throat must be parched."  His voice turned cold, "I'm going to take your gag off. Don't even dream of shouting for help!" The gag came off and Brad felt a can of chilled beer against his lips. He drank it in two gulps. His captor placed another can against his lips. Again, the beer went down in two gulps. 

"Whoa! Someone's bloody thirsty!"  "And bloody hungry too!" the sadist chuckled as he fondled the huge helpless captive's bulge. Just as Brad was about to moan in lust, his phone in his jeans pocket tinkled. 

 "Who's calling you?!" the man asked with a trace of anger and surprise.  Brad writhed as a hand went into the pocket of his tight jeans and pulled out his cell phone. 

"Who's Rob?!" the voice was ice cold.   "He...he's a friend of mine." Brad stuttered.

The phone stopped tinkling.  Brad flinched as something sharp jabbed his left man boob. The sharp point went to his large taut nipple.  

"Why did he call?" the man asked.  "I...I was supposed to meet him at a pub. And later....go....to his flat for dinner."

"Fine." came the cold voice, "Let's call him and tell him of your change of plans. No panic in your voice, understand?" the sharp object gave a jab into his nipple. He winced and agreed. 

"I'm calling this friend of yours. The speaker's 'on'! So I'll hear everything loud and clear! Understood?" Brad nodded.

"Speak!" his captor said.

"Hi Rob! I...." before Brad could finish, Rob's deep voice cut him off , "Where the fuck are you, Brad?! You didn't turn up for the beer and not even a bloody phone call!" "Hey Rob, I'm so sorry mate. Something important cropped up. Shall see you later, mate" "Later?! When?" Rob's voice was a whiplash. "I'll call you when I'm free, Rob. Sorry to screw up your evening."  "OK Brad!" Rob cut off the conversation.

"That was a performance worthy of a BAFTA Award! Hehehe!" he heard before the sharp point went around his nipple and a rough hand massaged his crotch. "Let's go for a pee before I begin what I have in store for you." Brad was pushed along till they probably reached the toilet. 

 Brad felt his jeans being unzipped. A hand reached inside his tight briefs and pulled out his stiff cock. "My my! Look what we have here!" the voice taunted, "You're already ready for action, eh?! Good! I like that!" A hand held his cock while a soft seductive voice spoke into his right ear, "Pee your heart's content!" A tongue ran around the rim of his ear. Brad pissed a hot stream while a hand kneaded his man boobs. 

 "Come! The dungeon awaits us." He felt being led down some steps. Brad didn't have the foggiest idea about what was in store for him. But for some strange reason, he was in an extremely high state of arousal.

Vid - Alpha Studs - Hans Hoffmann

A friend of mine gave me a link to this video, and I thought it deserved a feature.  This clip is from Alphastuds.  There is no elaborate set up, just Hans Hoffmann entering an apartment and being asked to perform various tasks.  This huge muscle giant is asked to do various poses and strip down (hats off to the gold lame underwear!) then comes the good bit.  He is made to wear a mask and has his hands cuffed behind his back.  The brute struggles for a few minutes before being moved to the shower and having rope wrapped around his upper chest.  If you want to skip all the posing, jump to 13 minutes in where the handcuffing begins.

Film - Papillon

Okay, I know Steve McQueen isn't a bear, still I think these clips of him in metal restraints are so sexy.  The first clip especially speaks to me as I want a set of combination shackles exactly like that.   And to be restrained in exactly the same way!