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This video clip achieves the impossible. It makes me want to go camping.

What can I say, I’m simply not outdoorsy. But I’d pack my gear and head to the wilderness to have this experience, a hot rubber kidnapping scene that presses a lot of my buttons, and one very big button towards the end, when our victim, already KO’d and then secured for travel in a rubber sleep sack and re-breather hood, wakes up from his nap and starts to struggle, only to have one of the assailants attach a hose that connects to a respirator of sorts. The struggles last for about another 10 seconds, then stop, and my mind races to think what was fed to him through that tube.

In any case, now motionless, our victim is ready for transport. HOT, HOT, HOT!

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Where can I find more videos like this? I love the kind where the victim is tied up against their will.

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I love the way he stares at the camera. Really gives off that dominant vibe.

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Oh what's that, you don't like your new home? That's too bad.

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You see those pieces of gear behind you, prisoner? In a few minutes you'll be stuck inside those for several days. No way out sorry.

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punishment for this faggot is complete isolation and quiet time for the weekend in a stress position, stored away. struggle faggot. the canvas, the locks, the gag are unrelenting.

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American M40. Note the black second-skin layer.

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When Sir said he wanted me out of sight, i took that to mean i’d hang out in the kitchen or something.

“There are times, boy, when i enjoy my peace and quiet and don’t wish to be disturbed, or have to worry about what you’re doing.”

“No problem SIR, however you feel it should be will be cool with me.” I said. He just smiled. At that point he indicated i should kneel between his legs. I crawled over and he took out a mess of straps and buckles. Before long i was in a head harness with a gag and a thick muzzle. I could see still but not hear because the thing also had pads that went over my ears. Small padlocks were soon in place. I was then put in well padded fist mitts.

Sir got up then and walked to the stairs. Pulling a rug off the first landing, i saw that all was not as it would appear. Sir pointed and i understood that he was indicating that i should get into the space under the trap door. I walked over and saw a ladder. Sir stopped me, and snapped in place a blindfold. He guided me to the ladder by touch. I counted 8 steps before my feet hit the bare cement. Through the mitts i felt the ladder sliding from my grasp as it was pulled up and out. Through touch, muffled by the leather of the mitts, i was able to feel that the walls were bare cinder block. I was able to hear when Sir dropped the trap door shut. When Sir replaced the rug, nobody would even notice there should be something bigger than a steamer trunk sized dead space under the stair. Instead, a 9 foot shaft of cold cement held me. I was in darkness, insured by the blindfold. I was unable to grab onto anything to climb, there was nothing to grab, even without the mitts. The height, rug, and the muzzle made sure that Master would not be disturbed.