Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 08

By Greg Alexander

I was so scared I could have shit my pants. There I was, bound, gagged and completely helpless, at the mercy of a bunch of muscular frat jocks who at this moment had every reason to hate me, and every motive to extract their revenge. All I could do is crane my neck and stare up at them, a desperate pleading look in my eyes, as the row of pledges stared back at me, distinctly unforgiving smirks on each of their faces.

“Remember,” Trevor was saying to them, as they all looked down at me, none of them taking their eyes off of me, “the little shit bag has pictures on his hard drive of all of you naked, elephant walking around the basement of this fraternity. Little creep likes to sneak in here and take pictures of us late at night. Don’t ask me how. Now, pledges, it is up to us, the brothers of Delta Psi, to scare the cocksucker straight.”

The pledges were nodding enthusiastically at this.

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Video: Bradley is shaved and tortured on the rack

At Dream Boy Bondage, Bradley has been flipped over onto his back and strapped to the hinged wooden rack, his back arched and his lean abs sucked in seductively. The man behind the captive’s ordeal is obsessed not only with his beauty and huge cock but also his youth and innocence. He instructs Jared to shave off all the hair from Bradley’s torso – including his pubes. Jared eagerly complies – then sprays the resulting razor burns with alcohol! Bradley looks on in horror as he’s shaved clean – he knows this can’t be good! – and gasps in pain when Jared sprays his raw arm pits and pubic area with alcohol then smacks them with the crop. Still, he quietly absorbs this pain and humiliation, hoping, naively, that these men won’t hurt him too badly.

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To Defile

By Bikermike

Defile (transitive verb) to befoul; to pollute or corrupt; to violate (Chambers 20th Century Dictionary 1983 edition)

I walked round, assessing what needed to be done. How long would it take? What instruments would I need?

I gave a few prods and punches to the object hanging there in the middle of the room. I suppose it could be described as a perfect specimen of masculinity, secured by chains from its wrists to an electric winch attached to a beam across the ceiling. It was naked except for a tiny pair of red lycra shorts that left very little to one’s imagination: if its penis became erect the shorts would be of little use as far as modesty was concerned.

This boy (for that’s what he was) was, I suppose about twenty five, six feet four with a swarthy complexion, zero crop hair and with about a week’s beard growth on his face. He also looked as though he had spent every day for the last eight years in the gym.

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