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Tim the Bondage Slave – Part 2
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Click below for the latest installments of these stories:
Tim the Bondage Slave – Part 2
AND, check the Prison Library for new bondage fiction every night this coming week (Monday to Friday)
By slavesuit
You are probably wondering what happened to me. Rest assured I’m horny. Actually horny does not even begin to describe how I feel right now. As we speak, I’m wearing what Sir has described to be my “uniform” for around the house. He really is a cruel son of a bitch. Oddly, I’ve truly begun to fall in love with him. Not that I really had any choice in the matter.
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By Mister-X / Spartan
Tim was riding in the van for at least a half hour. When the van finally arrived at its destination, the driver spoke into a speaker mounted at a gate, there was a pause for the gate to open, and the van continued its drive for a short distance further. When they stopped, the three guys opened the back of the van, released Tim from the van, and helped him out.
Check out this preview from “The Prince & The Warrior” by GaryRo of Chained Muscle:
The young warrior is guided into a small adjacent torture room, and forced to kneel before a deep large pit. A wooden suspension device is lowered. The adept torturers make quick work of knotting leather straps to each of his strong fingers. The ends of the straps are attached to the rings of the suspension device. Another torturer manning a winch across the room hauls the brave young man over the pit. Now suspended painfully by his fingers straps are attached to his big on each foot. The tortures make quick work of stretching his legs by the toe straps and attaching them to rings embedded in the dungeon floor.
To complete the Princes’ special plan a metal device with a long chain and iron ball is fastened to his private parts. The Prince waves his hand and slowly a hot liquid soupy mix begins to fill the pit.
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By Miles Pierce
Jeremy hung there in the silent darkness. His breath had calmed but he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He swallowed repeatedly but the taste of his captor couldn’t be washed down. Jeremy was disturbed how he was almost comforted by the latex phallus in his mouth. It had already become familiar.