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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 14

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By AlphaMetal

Day 7, Evening – The Last Night at the Campground

The four boys were back in the dormitory at parade rest at the ends of their cots, in their prison scrubs and barefoot as usual. They all knew this was the last day and that the week of training was coming to an end. One more night shackled to their cots and then they would go home with their Masters in the morning.

As the boys stood by their cots the Commander motioned to the slave, who left the room and returned carrying the clothes the Colonel had worn when he first arrived at the camp: a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt with “U.S.N.A.” in gold letters.

The slave handed the Colonel’s jeans, t-shirt, underwear, and socks to the Commander, who in turn handed them to the Colonel and nodded. The Colonel slipped off his prison scrubs and boxers and got dressed in his old clothes as the boys watched. Cody hadn’t paid attention to the writing on the Colonel’s t-shirt that first day but when he looked at the gold letters — U.S.N.A. — it hit him: “United States Naval Academy. The man had gone Annapolis. He’s isn’t in the Army, he’s in the Navy.”

The “Colonel” was dressed in his own clothes but Cody noticed that he was standing in his socks; his sneakers had not been returned to him.

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Keith and slave – Part 01

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Written by CathGear on recon

Creatively inspired, while wearing a catheter.

This story is a work of fiction. While most of the acts are possible, long-term effects from any one action could affect quality of life in the future of such a person.

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I have always felt like I should serve someone. But until I met Keith, I was lost on the internet of life, just going from one play date, to another. Don’t get me wrong. I have/had boyfriends. But they were never ones that wanted to control my life. But, things are different with Keith. Have mostly a routine in the house. He does mix it up from time to time. But that is good in a relationship.

We started out, like most of my relationships, with an ad on the internet and a play date. I came over and he tied me up, fucked me, and made me suck on his cock till I took it down his load down my throat. We talked for a while, and I noticed that he wasn’t a very good housekeeper. I asked him if he wanted me to come over once a week and tidy things up a bit. No pay, just to see him, and maybe have some play, while I was there.

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Pictures and video: Vinny gets tortured on the X cross

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Scroll down for a free video preview from the men of Dream Boy Bondage. In this episide, a gym-honed captive is sliced brutally with the single-tail whip, then pumps out a huge load of cum all over his abs, then is fucked with a hard, rubber dildo.

severe testicle torture

Vinny has never looked better, his fine body splayed on the X-cross, back arched, abs fluttering, his body hairless but for his perfectly trimmed pubes and pits. And now he belongs to Felix Frost, who doesn’t just want to fuck him but hurt him, to watch his gym-honed body writhe in pain. Felix whips him over and over with the single-tail, marring his smooth, creamy skin, then sprays the wounds with alcohol. “Please!” the prisoner begs. “I’ll cum for you!” Felix accepts Vinny’s offer and sucks and licks that million-dollar cock, getting the captive hard, then releases his wrists. “Finish it if off!” Felix demands. “I’ll do whatever you please, Sir,” Vinny replies, working his cock, nervously looking at his lust-filled captor, trying desperately to please, until he busts a huge load of cum all over his abs. But he’s not going anywhere. Felix shoves a hard, rubber dildo down the captive’s throat then rams it up his ass.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 02

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By Jockboy

“Front leaning rest NOW, shithead!” said my still unseen captor, giving me level #2 jolt from the shock collar around my neck to emphasize his point.

He’d just told me the shock collar level went to level #10. Level #1 and his talk of the punishment regimen to come had caused an unauthorized hard-on and an unauthorized pre-cum leak onto the concrete cellblock floor in front of the punishment cell.

I was in deep shit.

My conduct had earned me a trip to the basement dungeon where five of his buddies were waiting. I’d been promised an indoctrination punishment workout, a severe beating, and a hogtie in a cage.

And I hadn’t even been in-processed, shaved, strip-searched, disinfected, and issued my uniform yet. I was in a correctional boot camp whose purpose was behavior modification and instilling discipline and obedience.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 13

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By AlphaMetal

Day 6, Early Morning – Cody on the Bondage Table

Cody, Pretty Boy, and the Colonel were lined up in front of the large, solid bondage table in the intake room, the one with rings along its top, bottom, and sides. Wrestler wasn’t there; he was still shackled to his cot in the dormitory.

The Commander told Cody to take off his clothes and lay on the table on his back, and the boy quickly pulled off his prison scrubs and underwear and climbed onto the table. The Commander handed the Colonel a small basket with four leather restraints, four large open padlocks, and four small open padlocks, and told the Colonel to restrain Cody spread-eagle to the table. Usually Alpha would have done this, Cody thought, but for some reason the Commander directed the Colonel to perform the task. There was something different about the Colonel than the other boys but Cody still couldn’t figure it out.

Cody spread his arms and the Colonel began to buckle a restraint on one of Cody’s wrists. “Make them tight,” the Commander said, and the Colonel moved the pin of the buckle to the next hole so the restraint gripped Cody’s wrist with no room to spare. The Colonel locked the restraint with one of the small padlocks and then did the same thing to Cody’s other wrist, and then he used two of the large padlocks to attach Cody’s wrist restraints to rings on opposite sides of the table.

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