After today I won’t be on this platform anymore
Just a reminder that I have a Twitter (@ServeMensBoots). I made my display name the same as my blog title here so it’s easy to tell it’s me (at least for now).
I also have an Instagram now under the same name, but I don’t really know what to do with it
After worshipping such stinky, size 13 construction worker feet, he thoroughly stomped my hands to create the patterns on my hands. Sorry, he didn’t wanna be filmed. So this is what I got! Hour long session ending with his cum in my stomach 😈 #boot #bootfetish #maleboots #foot #footworshipping #malefeet #malefeetworship #me #saltlakefootman — view on Instagram https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/vp/85b2c3c6fad955136ed4e7ec7eac610a/5C9A7D79/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/p640x640/46197490_1856450781119004_1625855163364458680_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent.cdninstagram.com
this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies
We need to reblog this so much that the post breaks
Do not like
i woke up and saw this and reblogged just for thin now any who back to sleep
So, anyone wanna move to discord and twitter with me?
….we should have realized this when it was presented to us
Fit sitting here with @chav_dom while we have this little sub under us 😈 #instagay #nike #nikeair #chavs #trainerfetish #gayfetish #lickmyairs #huaraches #90’s #airmax #gayscally #gaysneakers #sneakerfetish
do you ever just crave domesticity? to coming home to a partner, meld into them like you do your bed after a long day, soak your mind in the serenity of theirs like a warm bath to soothe the knots in your body, wrap yourself in their warmth and just fucking sigh from pure comfort
I was being reminded this was my own fault. Over horny I’d agreed to a longer session than I could take, 12 hours isolation bondage. It sounded horny at the time, and to start with it was. Stripped down, a cb locked on for good measure, put into the sleepsack, feeling it roped up, feeling the straps being tightened over it, feeling the final loss of movement as the sack itself was secured down to the bed, and feeling my cock strain against the confines of the cb. Finally the headphones had gone on and I was lost in a world of bondage and white noise.
Once I’d settled I started to drift, my brain making patterns and pictures to compensate for the darkness of the hood and blindfold and the lack of input. Time started to stretch out and I got restless, making the mistake of trying to work out how long it had been, before giving up and trying to drift again, but never quite successfully. The aches started from the lack of movement, the need to move. It tried but it was impossible. I could hear the white noise now, no longer in the background, it was just loud and scratchy, constantly present. My brain was fully alert now, I wanted to move, I wanted the noise to stop. I fought, I grunted into my gag, I strained with my whole body against the sack and it’s ropes, but I was stuck. Slowly I calmed down and tried to deal with the bondage.
My headphones were taken off, “how are you doing?”.
This was my chance to be let out, or at least bargain for a change of position. “Ow” I managed say round the gag. “Ow, Ow”
“Ow? You hurt?”
I nodded. I tried to indicate it was my arm, but I couldn’t move it and my head would hardly move.
“Well you’ve done six hours, that’s pretty good going. Do you want out now?”
I thought about it for a few seconds. Yes actually, I did want out, I wanted to be able to stretch, and feel the freedom that feels so good as heavy bondage is slowly undone. I nodded.
“OK then” and I slowly started to feel the straps and the rope being undone.
I lay in the opened sleepsack for a while coming back to life, and slowly got up and got dressed, the only thing left was the key for the cb and I couldn’t see it. I went downstairs. There was a box on the lounge table. “That’s the key to your cb. It’s in a timer safe. That key is staying in there until next weekend when you can have the cb removed.” My stomach knotted. A week in a cb when I’d only done a couple of days maximum before. But there was no getting at the key. “consider this your sentence for getting out of the sack early”.
A week later, after a week of frustration, a week of my cock reminding me it was locked up, a week of horniness that just sits constant in the background and covers everything, and I was more than ready to be out of the cb. I went back as instructed “If you want the cb off you will put on the rubber gear.” I didn’t have much choice but to comply. Once I was in the tight fitting rubber vest and jeans, 14 hole boots laced tight on my feet, my hands were cuffed behind my back, my boots were then cuffed as well, and a collar was locked around my neck, and I’d was led back upstairs, where I was fitted with a muzzle and a solid cock gag strapped in securely through the mouth hole, locked in place. Finally the back of the rubber jeans had been unzipped and I had been made to take a large plug, which was now uncomfortably secured in place. I was then pushed down on to my knees and my handcuffs were locked on a chain to a ring in the wall behind me.
He sat down on a chair in front of me “Here’s the deal. You promised me 12 hours bondage and you only did six. So you still have a debt of six hours of bondage time to pay off. Your obviously not suited to being just left on display all nice and secure, so I’ve decided that maybe instead you’ll suit being a pig instead – you’ll certainly be more use kept as one. At the end we can decide whether you’ve done enough to have completed your agreed time and have the cb removed, or whether we need to extend the sentence. So lets try again, 12 hours bondage as you agreed to – as my pig – and then you can serve out the six hours you missed out on last week once that is finished.”
I struggled, I grunted, I was trapped, the cuffs held me secure. “This is your own fault pig”. He grinned and got up to leave the room. I tried to plead around the gag, I tried to bargain, but all I managed was grunts, and a string of drool escaping from behind the gag. “I’m going to enjoy this. ’ll be back shortly and then we can begin”. And he left, closing the door, leaving me to wait and imagine what was coming, and realise that through all that, I’d been straining at my cb.
It all starts here: https://tiedspike.tumblr.com/post/180600997674/extended-sentence
The previous part is here: https://tiedspike.tumblr.com/post/180770637389/extended-sentence-part-two
If you skipped part two because you’re not a fan of piss you can pick up here and read on from part one.
It was getting dark outside, or at least it looked to be. The curtains were closed but it was definitely darker in the room that it had been, there was no light getting through anymore. My ropes had been changed to cuffs. Tight fitting cuffs round my boots and a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. I was sitting on a metal chair, the handcuffs padlocked to the back of it and my boots still in their cuffs secured to the front chair legs with lengths of chain wrapped several times around the boot and chair leg and locked in place with a heavy padlock. At my knees was more chain, used to keep my legs apart and leaving my locked up cock exposed. The chain collar round my neck had been pulled back and clipped to the back of the chair. Struggling was now met with a reminder of how tight the collar was. I had been left with a dirty sock stuffed into my mouth through the head harness, and the flat mouth cover of the harness put in place so I couldn’t push the gag out, and a well used jock was wrapped around my head and positioned over my nose and the mouth of the harness. I was almost used to the stink of it after being sat so long, but I desperately wanted the fresh air again. I repeatedly started to dose off, being brought back to my senses each time by the collar, and I had no idea of the time.
He came back into the room turning on the light, “You stink pig, and I bet this feels like days to you, but you’ve got plenty of time left. I think it’s time for you to have your cock gag back in.”
He’d put the gag down between my legs on the chair, stepped back, undid his jeans and got out his cock. “I bet you’ve been wanting to do this all week” he grinned as he started to wank himself off. He made me watch as he got close and picked up the gag. Holding it so it ended up covered in his cum. Dripping in it, he used his hand to cover the entire gag with it before wiping off his hand through my hair. Removing the jock and taking the sock out from my mouth he brought the gag up close. “open your mouth pig, this is how you take your gag”. I tried to back away as much as I could, I clamped my mouth shut. He put one hand firmly on the back of my head, the other pushing the gag against my mouth, he pushed more and more, and the pressure got too much, once my mouth had opened slightly I had lost. He forced the gag into place, wedging my mouth open again against the jaw of the muzzle. In place he pulled the strap tight, securing the gag and slipping a lock in place. Every bit of that solid rubber cock had a coating of cum on it. It mixed with the other taste still in my mouth and stayed there. If I tried to talk, or moved my tongue I just found some more.
I was left to my thoughts. The metal chair I was cuffed to was uncomfortable, as was the plug that was still in place and had been since the start. If I quit maybe I could get out of the cb somehow, but I knew he would eventually manage to get me back into bondage and get me back to how I was now. I just had to keep going, keep taking it and get to the end. I moved my tongue to swallow and got a fresh taste of cum from the gag tight in my mouth. Another small wave of defeat and I hung my head.. noticing the small puddle of precum that had collected on the chair and the string that connected it to my locked up cock.
Entspannende Musik im Hintergrund (Death Metal). Wir legen unseren schutzanzug sorgfältig mit absoluter aufmerksamkeit auf jeden Handgriff an. Sobald wir den Schutzanzug vollständig angelegt und verschlossen haben setzen wir uns entspannt hin und rezitieren 108 mal folgendes Mantra: “Aum. Ich bin eins mit meinem Schutzanzug. ich fühle mich vollkommen und glücklich in meinem Schutzanzug, Ich werde ihn immer tragen wollen.” Wir genießen jetzt das Gefühl der totalen umschlossenheit unseres Schutzanzügen und werden eins mit ihm. Er ist wie unsere 2 Haut.
Danach willst du nicht mehr aus dem Anzug raus.