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The Lock down IV

last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 18.03.2026 03:33:14

The red door seals behind me for the sixth night, my legs already shaking from the memory of last night’s swing.

Tonight the room is stripped bare except for a low, padded crucifix-shaped bench in the center, five men only, no women, five masked gods, cocks oiled and rock-hard, waiting like predators.

I don’t even make it two steps before they descend.

Two of them grab my arms, two my hips, and the fifth fists my hair. They lift me onto the crucifix on all fours, wrists and ankles locked into s
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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Locker Room Property IV

    They’ve turned the strength cage into a torture rack.Thick nylon lifting straps have been looped over the highest pull-up bar and knotted into suspension cuffs.Two more straps hang from the squat-rack crossbeam like stirrups.The entire setup sits dead center under the locker room, lit by one brutal overhead floodlight.I walk in at 9:14 p.m. already naked, thighs slick, nipples raw from six nights of abuse.My cunt is swollen shut from the whirlpool, but it still pulses at the sight of what they’ve built.Jace doesn’t speak.He just points upward.Marcus and Riley lift me like I weigh nothing.Suspension cuffs snap around my wrists.The straps hoist me until I’m dangling, toes barely brushing the ground, arms crucified high and wide.Stirrups lock around my ankles and yank my legs apart until I’m spread in a perfect, helpless X, pussy and ass gaping open, body swinging gently in the air.Eight swimmers circle beneath me, cocks hard and dripping.Jace steps between my spread thighs

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Locker Room Property III

    They’ve turned the entire springboard platform into a sex rig.The tall 3-meter diving board has been unbolted from the pool deck and dragged into the locker room.They’ve removed the fulcrum, locked the board horizontal, and bolted heavy steel eye-rings along its length.Four thick bungee cords the elastic rebound cords used for dry-land training now stretch from the tip of the board down to floor anchors, turning the whole thing into a giant, violent trampoline.I see it and my cunt clenches so hard a trickle of last night’s cum leaks down my thigh.They strip me the second I step inside.Jace and Marcus lift me bodily onto the board.I’m laid on my back along the fiberglass, arms stretched overhead and cuffed to the tip, legs spread eagle and locked to the sides so I’m completely open, tits bouncing with every breath, pussy and ass hanging slightly off the end where the board curves upward.The bungees are pulled tight; the board vibrates under me like a living thing.“Rule tonight

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Locker Room Property II

    Tonight they’ve dragged two heavy starting blocks from the poolside into the center of the tiled locker room and bolted them to the floor, side by side, six inches apart.The slanted platforms glint under the lights like altars built for sacrifice.Jace rips my team hoodie off before I even clear the doorway.My shorts and panties follow, gone in one yank.I’m naked, shivering, pussy already swollen and leaking from the memory of last night.They shove me forward until my shins hit the blocks.“Up.”I climb onto the first block on all fours, knees on the rough non-slip surface, palms gripping the edge.The angle forces my ass high, back arched, cunt and asshole completely exposed.Cold metal clicks around my ankles, spreader cuffs chained to the block bolts so I can’t close my legs.Wrists next, cuffed to the front legs of the second block so I’m stretched across both platforms like a bridge.The position is obscene.Tits hanging, nipples grazing the cold metal, holes open and helples

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Locker Room Property I

    The second the final whistle blew, the entire men’s swim team turned to me.I’d lost the bet.Badly.Eight, nights.Eight starting swimmers.I belonged to them after every single practice until the conference meet ended.Coach had already left. The natatorium lights were half-off, the pool still rippling under the high windows. Chlorine hung thick in the air, mixed with the raw smell of male sweat and victory..They circled me like sharks.Captain Jace, six-four, shoulders carved from years of butterfly, stepped forward first..“Strip, Manager.”My hands shook, but I peeled the team polo over my head. Sports bra next. Then the shorts and panties. Eight pairs of eyes devoured every inch of skin I exposed.I stood naked in the middle of the tiled locker-room floor, nipples already hard from the cold and the fear-laced thrill.Jace nodded to the low wooden bench in front of the lockers.“On your back. Legs open.”I obeyed. The bench was narrow, my ass barely fitting, thighs spread wide,

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Fucked by a thief IV

    She’s waiting in the center of the bed on her knees, blindfold already tied, thick black silk, hands clasped behind her back with the cuffs I left last night.Nothing else on her body but my marks and the shine of her own wetness.She hears the door click and her breath catches, tits lifting, thighs pressing together like she can hide how soaked she is.I don’t speak.I just walk straight to her, fist her hair, and yank her head back hard.Her mouth falls open on a gasp.I shove three fingers between her lips.“Suck.”She does, greedy, sloppy, tongue swirling like it’s my cock.I pull them out glistening and trail them down her throat, between her tits, over her stomach, straight to her cunt.Two fingers slide in easy; the third forces a whine out of her.She’s swollen, hot, dripping down my wrist already.I pump once, twice, then pull out and slap her pussy, sharp, wet crack.She jolts, moans loud into the dark.Again.Again.Until her thighs shake and she’s trying to ride my hand.I

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Fucked by a thief III

    I walk in at 2:11 a.m. carrying a small black case instead of the duffel.She’s already on the bed, naked, on all fours, face turned toward the door, ass up like an offering.The ropes from last night are still knotted to the bedposts; she’s looped her own wrists and ankles through them, loose enough to wriggle but tight enough that she can’t close her legs or hide.She’s been waiting exactly like this for hours.Her pussy is so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets in steady drops.I set the case on the nightstand, flick it open.Two toys glint under the moonlight:A thick black silicone cock, nine inches, veined, heavier than it looks.And a steel plug, wide at the base, cold and merciless.Her breath hitches when she sees them.I strip slow, letting her watch.When my cock springs free she moans, low and needy.I climb behind her, run the steel plug through her slick folds once, twice, coating it.Then I press the cold tip to her ass.“Deep breath, princess.”One slow, relentless push

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    The Caged Doll IV

    I couldn’t stop shaking.My breath came in little gasps as Silas unstrapped my trembling body from the bench. Every part of me throbbed—my ass, my thighs, my soaked cunt, even my wrists from where he’d bound me. But the worst part?I wanted more.God, I wanted more.He caught me as I collapsed, lif

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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Guest Room I {Handled roughly}

    “He’s out.”That’s all my best friend said. Just two words. But it made my stomach twist.Rafe. Her older brother. The one who went to prison when we were still in high school. Seven years. No calls. No letters. Just stories—whispers about what he did. What he became.I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to

    last updateZuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-22
  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    My neighbor's son I

    I thought I was alone.It was late, the house quiet, the soft hum of the fan the only sound. I was sprawled on my bed, wearing nothing but a silk robe, fingers lazily circling my clit.I wasn’t trying to be loud. But I was needy. Horny. Restless.And then I heard it.A soft creak.My eyes darted to

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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    My therapy -- 1

    I told myself I was here for help.Not because I was horny. Not because I couldn’t stop picturing my therapist between my legs.But because I had issues.Impulse control. Risk-taking. Obsession.Dr. Carter said I needed to “explore the root.” That we’d go slow. Talk it out. Trust the process.But i

    last updateZuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-22
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