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inmate-24601-911 · 23 hours
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Some addition to my collection.
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play-my-game · 2 days
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zegalba · 7 months
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Chrome Hearts: 925 Sterling Silver Handcuffs (1999)
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thejawdroppers · 1 month
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Jaw Dropper of the Day: Lyna Perez
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saucybrtt · 11 months
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vintage-tigre · 5 months
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azelnor · 7 months
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delilahskyeof · 7 months
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Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do...
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thebootworshipper · 4 months
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As you round the corner of the building, heading towards the car park, a figure blocks your path. The first thing you notice is his boots, gleaming under the light of a nearby street-lamp, they almost call to you. Your gaze is fixated on them for a few moments, and you feel a twitch in your trousers. “You like them boi” says a deep voice. Realising the figure is referring to you, you slowly look up to see him standing with a baseball bat over his muscular shoulders. His biceps bulge as he lowers the bat off his shoulder and grips it with his right hand menacingly. You stumble over your words before clearing your throat, “Excuse me, I must be going.” As you attempt to move around the figure to the side he steps in front of you. His muscular body feels like a wall as you bounce off his chest. “You’re not excused, we have business”. You back away as he steps forward towards you, the boots making a satisfying thud on the hard ground. You continue backing up until you hit the wall, and then the figure quickly places a hand on the wall above your right shoulder, causing the baseball bat to rest on your neck, as he grins, you feel your trousers get tight around your crotch. With his now free hand he draws a line with his index finger from your neck, down past your abs and torso, until he reaches your quivering cock. With a quick move he grabs it through your trousers and leans in. As his hand tightens around your erection, causing you intense pleasure, he whispers in your ear. “You belong to me boi”. His hand tightens again and you feel yourself sweating heavily with pleasure. Getting lost in the moment you fail to notice the incoming danger, as two hands grasp your arm and shoulder tightly from either side of you. Looking down your see the hands on either side of you are covered in a strange black material, their grips tighten and as the skin headed figure steps back you feel your shoulders being rolled forward and your hands being pushed behind your back. Panicked at the two rubbered figure restraining you, you attempt to free yourself yet their grips are like iron bands. A moment later you feel the pressure of cold metal wrapping itself around your wrists and the unmistakable sound of ratchets on handcuffs clicking shut. As you are pushed down to your knees, you hear the cold robotic sound of “Sir, target detained. Standing by for orders.” Emanated from the two rubbered figures. From your kneeling position you feel the baseball bat slowly moving up your body until it is under your chin, before it forces you head. Your eyes meet the gaze of the skinhead who hocks up a spit at you. The warm slippery alpha spit, slowly drips down your face and into the corner of your mouth. “Take him to the reconditioning centre, I look forward to having my boots cleaned by this Drone” The figure begins to walk away as you feel a gas mask getting forced onto your head. “Resistance is futile, you will obey” Shaking your head violently but in vain, the gas mask is sealed to your face as a warm gas is released. Holding your breath for as long as you can, you eventually take a deep gulp of contaminated air, your vision slowly blurs as your muscles relax. As you slowly drift to sleep you feel yourself being dragged along the floor, and as you lose consciousness you begin to hear a rhythmic pattern. “You will obey, You will obey, Drone will obey”
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themancorialist · 2 months
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Hilton Street, Manchester.
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metalatias5 · 16 days
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Ya'll know the trope of two guys who don't get along getting stuck handcuffed together? That, but make it Lucifer and Alastor with pink fluffy sex-cuffs that are laced with angelic steel under the fluff to nullify their powers XD Angelic Sexcuffs, they're a great alternative to the Get-Along-Shirt
They could tell that their powers gut cut off right away, hence the visceral reactions to the cuffs, especially from Alastor, pff Bonus panel under the cut WARNING! Blood and dismembered limb
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Don't worry, it'll grow back
Though they still gotta figure out how to get the cuffs off Lucifer X'D (He's fine btw, at least physically, just a little shaken up, pff)
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zegalba · 7 months
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Chrome Hearts: 925 Sterling Silver Handcuffs (1999)
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thejawdroppers · 18 days
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Jaw Dropper of the Day: Nara Ford
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webdiggerxxx · 1 month
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꧁★꧂
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