Video – The Prisoner in Customised England Rugby Kit Spreadeagle Torture

The Prisoner spent more time in a punishing tight spreadeagle wearing England Canterbury rugby strip customised with 80s style black nylon school P.E. shorts and tight black PVC shorts. The Prisoner was silenced with a large penis gag and further punished by being made to wear a black gas mask with the eyes blocked or a tight rubber zip-up hood. Here’s the link to the video…

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=wJTP9-S577-

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Click HERE to view the video on X Tube…

Video – The Prisoner in Soccer Strip Spreadeagle Punishment 2

More punishment for the football kit wearing Prisoner. The Prisoner was restrained in a painful standing chain spreadeagle wearing full soccer strip, soccer boots and especially small and tight nylon Adidas shorts. He was made to wear a skintight rubber hood and was silenced with an large penis gag. Earphones were again placed in the Prisoner’s ears and he was made to listen to Chris Brown’s ‘I Can Transform Ya’ over and over again.

Click the link below to view the image on xtube. Beware…they’ve fucked up the aspect ratio again. I’m not really that thin. Fucking amateurs!!

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=y0CBE-S572-

And here’s a link to a five minute excerpt at the correct aspect ratio on my tumblr. If you have a tumblr account, please like and reblog it…

http://heavybondage.tumblr.com/post/38970470939/hed-had-a-bad-football-game-the-other-lads-were

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Story – ‘The Rules’

He awoke with a jerk, his head snapping up and filled with the scent of leather and the taste of latex. Confused, he felt himself slung forward, an ache in his shoulders, his muscles stretched and tired. The world around him was total blackness. He realized his arms were suspended and holding up his body, knees slightly buckled. Struggling through consciousness, he found his balance despite his inability to move his legs or arms much, instinctively pulling himself upright, finding footing on a cold stone floor.

He was stretched tight. His arms were aching and his hands numb, hanging limply over some type of cuff. His wrists were raw and throbbing and had little give in the restraints. Gingerly, he tried to move them and felt cold metal at the tips of his fingers. The ankles were also cuffed and able to only move a few inches on each side.

As he emerged from his confusion, he tried to speak and found his mouth was stretched open and aching. Something rigid had been forced between his teeth and the source of the latex taste was now apparent. His tongue found a thick rubber object lodged in his mouth. As he struggled to understand this invader, he felt around the indentations and curves. He instinctively knew the shape.

It was the head of a penis.
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