By Jackson Amacher
[Earlier that day…]
At Dawson Military Academy, before graduation seniors take part in a massive wargame. What it involves, no one knows. Only that it is an honor to be picked.
There are three teams, each led by three cadets with the three highest scores on an exam. Those cadets pick the other players. Less than half the senior class is selected. Anyone who makes it through gets a silver medal on their graduation uniform. Anyone on the winning team, gets gold.
One cold morning the senior class reported to duty, as instructed, in the school’s parking lot.
They all wanted gold.
Good friends Dylan and Mark laughed and nervously chatted with each other.
“I can’t believe you didn’t make the cut for captain. So unfair,” Mark told Dylan.
“Yeah, it sucks. No prize for fourth place, though,” Dylan said.
The lists of students on each team were posted.
Continue reading The Rules of the Game – Chapter 02
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Finding a dude tied in the forest with a huge cock makes sure it is going to be a good day. Letting him smoke but not releasing him is fun for all. Soon he gets rock hard, and the teasing continues. When he is left alone, he manages to get out of his ropes and brings himself off after all the teasing.
Title of this shoot: “Smoke In The Trees”
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He woke as the morning warm up exercise session started. As usual the strong grip of the rubber sleepsack was His first feeling, how His feet were tight up against the padded end of His Storage Box with the strap holing them firmly in place; the rubber sack, tight and restrictive up His legs gripping them together; He felt his hands in their custom mitts in the end of the arm sleeve, how last night He had pushed them through the narrow rubber wrist gap and each finger had slipped into its own little sleeve, His hand splayed out gripping His upper legs; the straps round him, one over His forearms tight enough to stop movement but not too tight to be intrusive; the top strap round His chest that just stopped any deep breathing so it’s effect on His body was always there.
He loved that strap. He opened his eyes but, of course, couldn’t see anything except the dark, black inside of the thick, padded hood that was padlocked round His neck. It’s three straps round His head also padlocked, two around his head at eye and mouth level and the third holding His jaw firmly shut. Just knowing the locks were there was such a thrill, He never grew tired of it! Hearing them click shut each night relaxed His mind. As He did every morning He tried to move his head and felt the tight grip of the ‘U’ shaped rubber ‘pillow’ that gripped him, holding His head still. He gave a quick heave of his body and – as always – got no movement.
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Mike gets handcuffed and groped at Slow Teasing Hand Jobs — a site where men are restrained and teased without mercy.
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Title of this shoot: “Cuffed and Groped”
By Jackson Amacher
Daniel stared at the ten naked athletes in front of him. Being blindfolded, they couldn’t know he was there. Being gagged, they couldn’t shout out for him to leave. And with their hands chained above their heads, they had no say in anything that was about to happen.
For Daniel, it was a fascinating sight. He knew all of these guys after four years of college at Dawson Military Academy. But, always in their clothes. Daniel had only imagined what they looked like naked. It fascinated him to see what he had gotten wrong and right.
He loved how Jimmy’s abs stretched to the side as he struggled with his chain, hopelessly trying to set himself free. He thought it was fascinating how, despite Steve’s nice Italian looks and dark nipples, that his dick was so tiny, almost lost in a bush of pubic hair.
Daniel tried to decide which sport produced the best bodies. He would have thought basketball. Gregg’s tall, thin body would ordinarily turn Daniel on. Still did. But Gregg, standing there next to so many excellent specimens, paled by comparison.
Continue reading The Rules of the Game – Chapter 01