See what happens when you call the wrong airport shuttle!

Clip of me demoing some prototype restraints at @regulation-london. They were awesome. Sorry about the crappy sound!

Would you help him with some spare change? I would help and add a gag to make him more attractive 😈

I love the ballgag freshly removed from the boy's mouth still attached to his neck, ready to be slipped back into place when needed 🤐😈🔥

By the way, boy. Next time you're pulled over, stripped, cuffed, gagged, n' stuffed in the back of a patrol car, I suggest you make sure it's a real cop before going along with it. That is, 'less you did it on purpose. Anyways, let's get you to your new home.

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Love you Khal my new Crush

Credits: Tiedmanbrasil and Khal

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Had the opportunity to be put into a straight jacket it was super hot and I also 💦 while in the cage was then forced to recycle the 💦

"This is Joey. Joey, actually wants this! Don't you Joey?" I nodded happily. This was a dream come true.

My stepbrother, Ryan arranged it. We were in the basement at his parents house. They were gone for the week. Also there were all of his jock friends. 5 other guys. Around them was a large box. Ryan asked me to take off my clothes til I was just in my underwear. I did so, blushing a little as I stood in front of all the guys with my small briefs on.

"Shouldn't he be rock hard if he is so turned on by this like you said Ry?" One of the jocks asked. Ryan turned to me, and whispered in my ear. "You wanna show them?" I nodded. I slipped off my briefs, showing the guys the small metal cage around my cock. "He locks himself up, so he can't jerk off sometimes!" Ryan said. The jocks applauded. They had never seen something like this. "Come on! Let's get on to it!" Someone said.

Ryan nodded and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. He snapped them onto my thin wrists, and turned me around. He pulled out a pair of filthy socks, once white, but now a dark color. He shoved him deep into my mouth, filling my cheeks with the rank socks. He then used a roll of tape, sealing them in.

Next they led me to the box, laying me down in it. Then they all grabbed their bags opening them up and revealing probably hundreds of various bits of dirty underwear, jocks, socks, compression shorts and other dirty, unwashed sweaty clothes. Slowly they started dumping them on top of me, soon completely covering me in their used gear. Then Ryan flipped over the lid, and used a padlock to close the hasp on the box, trapping me inside. He pounded on the top. "Have a good night! We will give you some food and water in the morning, then you'll go right back in. Remember, you aren't allowed out of the box til Friday night... In about 168 hours!"