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One Year – Part 21

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By Taurus

Part 21 – “Severance”

Day 257.

Russell’s phone rang.

“Director Preston,” the caller ID read.

“Good morning, Director,” Russell said with a yawn, and with a hoarse morning voice.

“Russell, if you’re done with your morning routine, please come to the office.”

“But what about James?”

A pause from Preston.

“I’ve assigned someone else to do your job, at least until lunch.”

As requested, Russell went to the director’s office – in reality just an office desk, with an empty area opposite the working space and a window overlooking the sand track.

The furnishings were nice enough, with the chairs being leather, and the shelves being decorated with trinkets among other pleasant installments.

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One Year – Part 20

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By Taurus

Part 20 – “The Nature of Pleasure”

James dealt with each passing day in the same way; entirely devoted to his handler – now master – without hesitation. To call it worship is fitting for how respectful – borderline reverent – he acted towards his master: as if he were a god.

Indeed, he would do anything for his most beloved master, and he would have anything he wished for bestowed upon him by this most benevolent and loving god.

As James woke up on day 254 expecting to be taken to the outdoors track for his morning workout, he was surprised to find out that this was not the intended routine for the day. Soon, he discovered why.

“Congratulations my slave, it’s day 254, you get a pleasure session.”

James was no longer the slave who jumped at pleasure sessions. To him, the daily handler sessions were far more important.

Do understand however, the pleasure sessions were still important, though not for the physical release, but for the affirmation from his Master, telling him that he was a good boy. With that, he realised how his mindset had transformed.

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Male BDSM with Trenton Ducati, Van Darkholme, Damien Moreau and Brock Avery

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Art

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By Steellock

Matt rang his agent again. This was a hard month. The guy had only found him one brief appearance at a club opening, and the rent was coming due. More than that, his gym membership was too.

‘Well we had one offer come through but you always said that you did not want any weird stuff just posing and such,’ said the guy.

‘How weird?’ Matt asked. ‘Weird sex? That’s not for me.’

‘Well just weird I guess. It’s from one of the galleries, they have a new art exhibition and one of the exhibits is a guy in bondage. They need a whole group of guys to be the models in turn, and you fit the shape they want.’

Matt thought about it briefly but – hell – if there were several of them there then they should be able to look after themselves surely? And anyway it was a well-known gallery, never heard of them showing this kind of thing before.

‘OK when do I go?’ he said.

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One Year – Part 19

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By Taurus

Part 19 – “Blessings”

It was day 253 in the night. James had just finished his dinner and was eager to start his handler session, having earned back all his privileges of seeing Russell naked and being allowed to worship his handler.

He had made a request a few nights ago to add on to his “outfit”: a locking dog collar and leash, rationale being he wanted Russell to be assured that he would never run away with a leash. Unsurprisingly perhaps, this was granted. James now wore a bright red collar with a padlock and chain leash.

And so there he was, naked, caged, collared and leashed – at his most comfortable.

Tonight, Russell sat entirely naked against the wall, with his clothes a foot or two away, and the slave at his feet, leash in hand.

James slowly scaled the mountain that was Russell, and suckled on his nipples. When he got bored with worshipping a particular part of the body, he would move to another area. He would typically move to the armpits and sniff at it, then back to the nipples, then all the way down the abs onto the cock and balls with permission.

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One Year – Part 18

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By Taurus

Part 18 – “Slavery”

It was day 210, and James was due for his seventh monthly checkup. As he woke, Russell was nowhere to be seen, despite sleeping together with him. When he left, James had no idea whatsoever.

It was Sam, the doctor, who opened the cell door and turned on the lights.

As he took his pill and water, per the procession of these checkups, he pondered his handler’s answer to his, admittedly, rather stunning question out of the blue. Miraculously, he had no sooner finished asking his question than dozing off.

As usual, he was laid out on a bed on wheels, gagged and blindfolded, with his limbs cuffed and attached to the railings that surrounded him, and electro nipple clamps – also chained taut to the railings – to ensure his meekness.

After he arrived at the medical bay and had his typical weigh-in, blood pressure check, eyesight test among others, Sam followed up on the panic attack James had the night prior.

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