If you’re into kinky superhero action, check out Riddler on the Roof — a new story by Cicero, illustrated by Herodotus:
Find this story — and LOTS MORE like it — at Telemachus
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Monthly Archives: July 2020
Fasten your seatbelts
Marc is tied up and brutalized
VRealWorld – Part 01
Note: This is a sequel to VRansomwear. To start at the very beginning, click here.
VRealWorld
By POW
1: The Prisoner And The Picnicker
The prison cell is not large, maybe ten feet by twelve. There is a long extension at one corner, almost a hallway, at the end of which is a toilet and a sink. The walls are rough-cut stone, dank and dripping with moisture, spotted with lichen and streaked with mineral trails left behind by centuries of trickling water. The air seems like it should be clammy and cold, but instead it is clammy and hot and Bill often finds himself pressing himself up against the stone to try to have it suck some of the excess heat out of his body.
The lighting is dim. Any color that might exist is washed into formless shades of grey. The light comes from nowhere in particular, which is odd because the cell has no windows and there are no light fixtures anywhere that Bill can find. Yet somehow, he can see, though in a limited, gloomy, dismal way. Depressing as it is, at least he’s not stuck in complete blackness.
He has been locked in this cell for what he believes to be more than a week. It is hard to measure time, of course. He is fed occasionally, though on no schedule he can predict, and there is never any change in the light level to draw a distinction between day and night. The only thing keeping him from going insane from boredom and isolation is the occasional arrival of… well, call them “visitors”. Like the food, the visitors arrive at unpredictable intervals and for as long as they are there in the cell with him, boredom and isolation are very low down on his list of troubles. After the visitors leave, after an initial period where he appreciates and enjoys the restored peace and quiet, that’s when the boredom and isolation start to nag at him once more.
He has tried to find a way to escape, of course, but every attempt so far has been unsuccessful. His last serious effort was some unmeasurable amount of time ago. Perhaps two days, maybe three. Since that failure, he has been unable to think of anything to try next. There is one main reason for that:
Chain hog tied in a cell
A dominant straight guy administers over-the-knee discipline
Here’s more from Reluctant Young Men. In this video, handsome, sexy and dominant straight guy Anthony gets his revenge on his 22-year-old gay twink friend Steve, as he takes him over the knee and pays him back for the beating he got in a previous video (titled “Anthony Spanked by Smaller Gay Friend”). Anthony is big, muscular, handsome, hairy and hung, and he towers over poor Steve. He spanks him OTK with his big hand, a leather paddle and cane. Then he has him stand, making him dance and hop in pain as he beats him with cane and bath brush before taking him back OTK and finishing him off with the brush.
This is what happens at Reluctant Young Men!
Title of this video: “Anthony’s Revenge”
Tied up and cum controlled
James is 29 years old, a hard-bodied, straight dry wall installer, handsome and hung. He gets tied to the table and tormented with stop and start edging, slowly inching to orgasm. He grunts and gasps, thrusts his hips, his legs twitch and tremble, until he is mercifully brought over the edge with a big, thick load.
See the video at Slow Teasing Hand Jobs
Title of this shoot: James Stop and Start Edging
Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 07
By AlphaMetal
Day 2, Late Afternoon – Pretty Boy’s Fate, Part 1
Alpha released Pretty Boy’s hands from the eye-bolt on the wall and the slave removed the four rubber restraints from the boy’s wrists and ankles. The slave handed Pretty Boy a towel and he dried himself off.
Alpha led Pretty Boy from the shower room back into the room where the intake had taken place. Pretty Boy noticed the black wooden bondage table against one wall, the medical exam chair with stirrups in a corner, and the wall with steel rings and metal restraints at various location. He was naked and there were a lot of places he could be restrained for whatever was going to happen next.
Alpha led him toward the black wooden bondage table and Pretty Boy began to wonder what would be done to him. But instead of being motioned to climb onto the table he saw a folded set of clean prison scrubs and a clean pair of white boxers. Alpha pointed to the clothes and the boy got dressed.
Alpha roughly pulled the boy’s hands behind his back and Pretty Boy felt a pair of handcuffs applied to his wrists, and then Alpha and the slave led the boy out of the intake room and into the room where he sat on the floor when he was first brought to the camp. That just yesterday, Pretty Boy reflected with in amazement.
The slave laid a pair of clean flip-flops on the floor and pointed to Pretty Boy’s feet, motioning for him to put on the flips. Pretty Boy looked at the slave with confusion; the Commander had said he was going to barefoot his whole time at the camp. The slave looked at Pretty Boy and said, “It’s to keep your feet clean as you walk outside.”
Continue reading Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 07