DuctTapedLife

This Blog is full of things that i have always loved. I love anything to do with duct tape. 18+ only. I do not own any of these and if any photos, would like me to take them down let me no ASAP!

[breathcont31-deactivated2018020]

[thissiteisshite]

Dayum, LOOK at that tape job!!!!!!!!!!!

[jfye7]

suffocation men

[creepinonmen-deactivated2025122]

Next time use a clearer bag so you can watch the light go out in their eyes

[tightgags-deactivated20220709]

[newguy123sblog]

I must’ve let it slip over drinks one time that I had a fantasy of being kidnapped, tied up, and “tortured” by being edged for hours or days. Well on my birthday, my buddies showed me what good friends they are.

When I got home from work on my birthday, a group of about 7 guys jumped out and yelled surprise. I wondered why none of my female friends were there, but I was down for some bro time and this was perfect. They plied me with drinks and things were getting physically affectionate, to the point where a few of them bear-hugging me at once seemed normal. I was wondering which of my gay friends I would fuck tonight, or if I might land Chris or Matt, who were ostensibly straight but gave a vibe. Then a black bag went over my head and they carried me to the basement.

It was a blur, but once things settled down my shirt was open and my pants were off. A couple guys were tightening the ropes tying me to the chair. There were hands all over my body squeezing my tensed muscles. I was so turned on. I looked down and saw that I had an obvious boner in my trunks.

Chris crouched between my legs and ran a finger along the inside of my underwear waistband while he rested his free hand on my inner thigh, close to my balls. My dick throbbed. He said to whoever was behind me with their hands feeling up my shoulders and upper pecs, “Matt, do you think he’s ready?”

“He’s not, which is why you should start. That’ll show him.” Chris lightly grazed my sheathed boner back and forth with his fingertips. It felt great and my dick kept jumping. Soon he had my shaft fully in hand, still through my underwear, and gave short vigorous bursts jerking me off, with just enough pause in between to stave off the orgasm but keep me at peak arousal.

Without removing my underwear, Chris lubed up his hand and stuck it up the left leg of my underwear, groping me again and resuming the process. This time he added a twist around my cock head. Fuck it felt good. Meanwhile Matt kneeled beside him, lubed up a hand, and stuck it up the right leg to fondle my balls, my taint, and my hole. Seeing that I was about to cum, Chris stopped his movements for a time and just held my throbbing dick in his hand.

I looked over and saw that Landon was recording. Good, I thought. I'd watch this again til the end of time. I made eye contact with Rhys and Dane who were just staring and stroking themselves. That gave them the signal. Rhys came over and started rubbing my shoulders. Dane followed and found the spot on my body that he knew needed attention from our past hookups. He lubed up a hand and rubbed my tight abs up and down, ending with his fingers in my underwear and wrapped around the base of my cock, touching Chris' hand.

I was screaming inside with pleasure. I kept trying to thrust my hips but I was tied tightly to the chair. I wanted to cum so badly and soon it was going to happen no matter what. Matt was watching my reactions so intensely as he caressed my balls, taint, and asshole, a place I never expected this straight guy to dare going. He was turned on I could tell. So he made the move to take it to the next level. With both hands he tore my trunks open at the crotch and my big dick popped out, still tightly under Chris' control. Dane firmly massaged my groin with both hands pressing into the mound around the base of my cock and my balls. The pressure made me even more engorged. As it pulsed Chris couldn't even wrap his hand all the way around anymore.

Then Matt took charge, pushed Chris' hands away and put his mouth around my head. I didn't think he'd ever given a blowjob before, but this felt exactly right. Chris didn't want to be left out, so he pushed in for his turn. Other than the quick breaks they took to switch over, they didn't leave me any recovery time. I was about to cum. On Matt's third turn at my dick, he was taking it deep in his mouth and stroking my shaft fast hard with both hands. He knew it was coming and didn't let up. I exploded so hard in his mouth while Landon continued to rub my shoulders, Dane pressed back against my clenched lower abs, and Chris pushed Matt aside to get a taste himself. After a while I was so sensitive I wanted them to stop but they kept going. I think I had another small orgasm before they eventually quit.

The boys untied me and cleaned me up. Landon sent the video to everyone and Matt and Chris both played it on their phones. "Oh we did good," Matt said. I asked, "Yeah, had either of you ever sucked a dick before?" Chris said "No, and we knew that any of these gays could do better, but you'd still probably like it more coming from us." I asked, "So you're just straight guys who willingly blew your gay friend just now?" Matt said, "Sure, I mean we're comfortable enough in our sexuality to go exploring and that doesn't make us gay." Dubious, I said, "Sure..."

My underwear was torn and I was about to go get another pair from my bedroom but the guys wouldn't let me. Instead they announced that it was going to be a naked party. Everyone took their clothes off, and I finally got to see the huge dicks Matt and Chris were working with. "No wonder you're so confident," I joked. "Yeah well look who's talking," Matt said and gave my still sensitive soft cock a squeeze and a tug. What was happening here?

The music and the drinks heightened the erotic fantasy of the scene. It was a blur, but I know that before the night was over I'd had Chris and Matt's dicks in my mouth and in my ass. And the other gays got some play too. I was going to find a way to make every day my birthday.

[itieguysup]

A fun bachelor party 😏😁

[slience8]

[restrained4u2use]

[unshoddaddy-deactivated20210724]

My professor had been driving me crazy with extra assignments and catch up work, so I did a little home invasion and set to reminding him that I was the boss. A few hours tickling and smacking his feet and edging his cock ought to remind him.

[gaggedbear]

this looks fun all tied and clamped and forced to sniff where do i sign up

[capturedjock]

[alphadose]

Always keep your lil bro taped up when not in use.

[bootsize13]

Gagged up

[male-bondage-and-kink]

[boundtxranger]

He likes his cowboys extra secured now 🤭 🪢 😈 @guamaniancub

[boundtxranger]

That noose will be ready soon enough cowboy

[sirsippy]

#bondage#cowboy#prisoner

[seabondagesadist]

@codyinperil doing his best to struggle in this tight hogtie. I’m pretty proud of this tie. Very restrictive, but it lasted a fair amount of time. Wonderful to watch a guy in boots struggle and grunt trying to find the weak points in a hogtie. He didn’t find many! 😈

[hombresconbotasamarrados]

Me complace que sepas las reglas del rodeo vaquero.

[boundbiker]

Roped, gagged, and struggling

[hombresconbotasamarrados]

Delicioso y sexy biker en complicada situación. 😋🤤😈🍆💦💦💦

[1bondagemaster]

Love to see him struggle after being tied helpless😆😆😆😆🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😆

[gigglefiend]

[humiliatemeplesse]

You should have never confided in me that you have s fetish or sweaty stinky socks faggot. And you really shouldn't have told me that you go into my laundry basket and sniff mine while you jerk off. You see cuz now you got my sweaty stinking dirty week-long worn socks being stuffed in your mouth and down your throat. So when you suffocate on them enjoy it because it's the last thing you're going to experience pervert.

[masters-coyote]

[strappedown-deactivated20250731]

Chris remembered seeing the plywood on the floor and the pile of padded leather straps and box of metal clamps and screws on the table in the otherwise empty guest room. He had said nothing. He and his buddies had spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and playing poker in the den.

He couldn’t remember much of anything else from that evening…except that he had lost some sort of big bet…and the repeated sound of an electric drill jarring him in and out of restless dreams throughout the night.

He woke up some time Saturday morning, completely unable to move with even his head strapped tightly down in some sort of football helmet. He cried out, and Jim, who owned this place, entered the room and smiled down at him from above.

“Good morning, boy.” he said. “If you keep making noise like that I’ll need to gag you. You wouldn’t want to spend your first day as my bondage boy gagged.”

Jim stepped away, and Chris suddenly remembered the bet…he was going to be bound like this all weekend. He furiously struggled with all his strength, but literally couldn’t move an inch. As he lay there, panting, he realized that this was somehow turning him on. A massive erection had formed in his tight shorts, which seemed to swell with every tug and pull against the firmly attached restraints.

And suddenly a strange desire came over him. He wanted more. He started yelling and cursing as loud as he could, until Jim returned, carrying a thick gag, a handful of straps, and the electric drill.

[yourslaveheart]

All weekend, you move inside His expectations, not rushing, not drifting, always aware that He is watching even when He says nothing.

You feel it in the way you wake up already checking yourself; your posture, your tone, the state of the room, knowing that being sloppy would be noticed immediately.

Your Master is steady and exacting. He does not raise his voice. He does not need to. When you miss something, a surface not cleaned properly, a response half a second too slow, the correction comes calmly and without discussion. He tells you to redo it. Then to do it again. Slower this time and with attention. You feel the weight of having disappointed Him settle in your chest, heavier than any words.

At one point, you forget yourself, speak without being invited, let your need leak through. He stops you with a look...then silence follows. Not for minutes, but for hours. You are sent to kneel, not as theatre, but as a reminder. Knees on the floor, back straight, hands still, no distractions. Just time to feel where you stepped out of place and let that resistance burn off.

The punishment is not dramatic. That is what makes it effective. There is no comfort, no reassurance...just being held in the consequence until your body softens and your thoughts realign. When He finally releases you, it is without comment. You are expected to understand.

By Sunday night, you are quieter. Your movements are cleaner and your attention sharper. The corrections did their work. You feel stripped of the little frictions that get in the way of serving well.

Your Master does not need to dominate you loudly; He shapes you through expectation, correction, and the certainty that next time, you will do better.

[me-ol-mucker]

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