Bolt’s continued adventures with Trikoot in Helsinki. Rubrpain is called in to remind Bolt what a useless gimp he is.
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Bolt’s continued adventures with Trikoot in Helsinki. Rubrpain is called in to remind Bolt what a useless gimp he is.
Thanks to Trikoot, Rubrpain, and Kahleet
I Awoke In Darkness
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A short flash piece - written in twenty minutes. Enjoy
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I awoke in darkness, as I had for days.
Days? Could it really be days?
My body jerked, instinctively, but each time I came to it was weaker. Energy was finite and I had less and less of it as time wore on. I couldn’t move my limbs individually - they were too tightly strapped to my body, arms pinned to my sides and ankles to each other. My bindings crinkled, and I had no idea what it was made of.
I tried, as always, to call for help, but I knew it was useless. My mouth was firmly strapped shut, I guessed with tape of some kind. Not a simple strip over the lips, but some kind of jury-rigged muzzle, around my whole jaw, back of the neck and secured on my cheeks. My jaw ached and I know there was sweat and itching, but there was nothing I could do, except pray my nose didn’t become blocked.
I didn’t know how big the room was. I tried to guess from the echo of my struggles and whimpers - muffled as they were behind the tape. The sound bounced back to my ears, and I heard how pathetic I must be. A little worm wriggling on the floor, unable to move.
I’d pissed myself at some point. Several points, actually. I could fill it spread in my pants and puddle beneath me. Starting warm and getting colder. The first time I cried. The second time I whimpered. By the fourth I was silent, accepting that it had to happen.
I was thirsty. I was hungry. I called out for help again. No one came.
I awoke in darkness, but then I became blind. Light seared into my head and I winced, clenching my eyes shut and turning my bound body away. A door had opened - closer than I could have imagined it was.
I had waited to see this. To see my captor, but with the piercing white I was senseless.
Hands grabbed me, yanked me from this prison. As my vision started to return, they seemed to anticipate it, and with a gasp my head was plunged into something tight that was cinched at my neck. Images of a thousand kidnap scenes flashed in my head, and I dismissed them as fantasy… only to remember what had happened to me.
My carriers did not speak as they shifted me. I must have been carried a hundred meters or so, set down and shoved, like I was being tucked away in something.
One of them did grunt as his hands brushed my crotch, muttered something about ‘piss’ and smacked my crotch enough to send pangs of pain through my balls and right up into my gut.
Knowing he was there, knowing he was aware of me as a person, I tried pleading again. To no avail.
I awoke in darkness. The bag was still on my head, but there were more voices now. Indistinct, catching only a few words. “Installation”. “At last.” “For the best”.
Once again I went to scream, but I found something new in my mouth.
The tape was gone - for a moment my heart swelled, excited, ready to cry out, to beg, whatever it took. But my words were still muffled, and my jaw hurt even worse.
My mouth was trapped around something. With my tongue I probed and I realised it was a tube of some kind.
I didn’t have time to really understand the horror.
“Fill it up.”
It took a few seconds before I felt the liquid pouring into my mouth. Relief flooded through me. At last, water. In my terror I never really considered how parched I must be.
It took a few more seconds to realise it wasn’t water.
It was acrid, it was bitter, and I knew deep inside that it was piss.
I knew I couldn’t spit it out. There was only one choice. I gulped, and gulped and still it came. I knew I was crying again, I knew I was screaming and choking but still I drank.
At some point, they were merciful. Real water followed the piss - or at least, very watery piss. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure of anything now. Thoughts weren’t making sense anymore. I almost couldn’t remember where I’d been when they grabbed me.
I awoke in darkness.
I did not scream this time. I had become used to it.
My situation had changed again…
My bonds were different, and I felt something strange around my body. Something encompassing, like a tight grip on every part of me. Like a condom, tight to my skin. Memories of porn flashed in my head. Of tight bags, of black latex, with squirming bodies inside of them.
My arms were still trapped, and my legs, and the hose was still in my mouth.
I drank. Water, piss, I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
I waited.
The voices came again.
“Just about done,” one said.
“They’re working out well. Lucky you got three after all.”
Three, I thought to myself, as well as I could process thoughts by this point. Were there others like me? Trapped, cocooned, guzzling piss and who knows what?
I listened to their indistinct voices, unable to do anything. I didn’t even bother to mumble anymore. I hadn’t made a noise in days, I don’t think. What was the point?
It awoke in darkness, if you could call it waking.
It had no thoughts. Not anymore.
For some time it had, idle fantasy. Idle wishes. But none had come true, and the thing in the box and the sleepsack and the tubing had stayed where it was.
It awoke in darkness and it did what it was made for.
Men walked above it. Some knew it was there, most didn’t. None cared.
It awoke in darkness, and it stayed in darkness.
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Suffering in Fursuit
It was fun watching the wolf stumble around on the convention floor, padding around unsteadily, peering into the distance. People came up to him and hugged him, draped his arms around them, and took pictures with him. It was a very cute suit too, with big ears and big eyes, and huge plushy paws that couldn’t grasp anything.
Not that the wolf could grasp anything. His hands were in bondage mittens under the paws, which made it impossible to hold on to anything.
Occasionally someone would try to talk with the wolf. The fursuit only answered with nods or gestures. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have replied.
Every once in a while the fursuit twitched and twisted. People thought it was funny to see the wolf cavort around. Not that it was under his control – electric currents prompted the twitching, and he could not do anything to stop it.
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So last night I ended up cumming like a good faggot. I was being fucked into oblivion by my Big Brother when I started to feel something build up in me. I was confused, it felt like an orgasm and it felt like I was pissing. But the feeling was radiating from my prostate and ass, I was paying no attention to my useless little nub. Big Brother continued to fuck me and I kept getting rolling waves of pleasure. It felt so amazing to be fucked and used and treated like the faggot I am. When Big Brother finished inside of me and loaded me up with his piss I was told to get up and clean myself off. I tried to stand but was still in the throes of orgasm, I think. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t get up. I ended up on my knees at his side lost in headspace, unable to talk or get up. Of course I licked up the mess from under me including anything that leaked out of my hole.
This is the first time this has ever happened to me, after 30 days of my useless nub being locked and 15 days without an orgasm. I guess I never need to take off the cage now, not that I had any choice anyway.
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Not sure how long I was in this but my hands were cuffed behind my back in a small hole. The hole had sand in it which made it uncomfy, wasn’t sure if the sand was in there on purpose….
Locked in handcuffs and leg irons he’s not going anywhere or calling for help.
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The faggot’s master enjoys taking his little pet for walks, pulling it along behind him on its leash. Without its sight the fag is completely dependent on him to lead it where he chooses.
The faggot doesn’t know how long it will be kept in the cage this time, last time it was left there for a week, being spoon fed piss and dog food twice a day. Master told the fag that this time he wouldn’t be nearly so generous…
The faggot has been made blind and helpless, its master lets it have a leash so he can lead it around when he wants, but must of the time he just lets it crawl helplessly.