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Good Little Mouse: Davin Strong and Jake Waters
Jake Waters meets with his therapist, Davin Strong, to hopefully remedy the night terrors he’s been experiencing. Davin suggests hypnotherapy, and within a couple of minutes Jake is asleep on the Doctor’s couch. When Jake wakes up, he’s alone in Davin’s office. He opens the door to leave but there is a chain-link fence. He tries another doorway, but it only leads to a nightmarish room filled with cages and chains. Davin, now naked with bandages covering his face, creeps up behind Jake and grabs him, taking him away kicking and screaming. Jake gets tied up with rope, inside a metal cage. Davin torments him with his brute strength, shaking the cage violently. He gets an electronic zapper and zaps Jakes flesh, making him say please and thank you. Davin places clothespins all over Jakes body and flicks them off one by one. In the next scene, Jake is on his knees, tied up with rope and barbed wire. Davin shoves his hard cock down Jake’s throat, and then paddles his ass hard. In the last scene, Davin removes his bandages, lays Jake down and fucks his ass raw and hard until he blows his load across Jakes ass.
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My Pal Jock Becomes a Bounty Hunter – Part 01
By Hunter Perez
I couldn’t believe my good fortune – there I was, sitting in a steamy sauna with JimmyUSMC luxuriating next to me while showing off his tattoo-decorated muscles.
“Oh, Jimmy,” I purred as I examined the intricate designs inked across his hard body. “I haven’t had such a visceral artistic experience since the Tom of Finland exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Detroit.
Jimmy winked at me as he flexed his right arm’s bicep under the face. “I bet you’d like to sip the sweat off my muscles, Bingo. Go ahead, take a taste.”
I puckered my lips and closed my eyes while moving closer to his arm. But then, a series of shrill buzzes filled my ears. I opened my eyes and found myself alone in my bed while the distinctive odor of bad cooking wafted in from the kitchen. I sat up and groaned.
“Simon, are you trying to make breakfast again?” I yelled out.
Continue reading My Pal Jock Becomes a Bounty Hunter – Part 01
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Jail Training Center – Part 02
By slaveobjectx
I flew from London to Atlanta. Atlanta airport is something else! Huge. For whatever reason, I was pulled over for a search coming through Customs. My suitcase was mostly taken up with my leather gear and boots but the black lady sifting through my stuff must have seen it all before. Not even the hint of a knowing smile. Finally I was waved through and there was Mike waiting for me.
I knew that The Center was not actually in Atlanta but I had not expected it to be some thirty miles north, through a commuter town and then through countryside until we arrived at an area filled with up-market, large houses, most with swimming pool and very much sitting cheek by jowl. One was overlooked in all directions. We parked and entered through the main door to the house. How different it used to be for the inmates of The Academy! The illusion of jail was maintained through picking them up at the airport in a prepared van with blackened windows. As such they would have seen nothing of the seeming normality of the setting of The Academy in an oasis of respectability.
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Jail Training Center – Part 01
By slaveobjectx
I had known it as the Academy Training Center. It only advertised in the pages of Drummer, the pioneering gay BDSM magazine, which all leathermen were addicted to if they could get hold of it. It was banned in the UK. I picked up copies if I visited NYC or Amsterdam. Jack Fritscher also wrote an article for Drummer about The Academy, and this is still available online. My memories provide a kind of partial coda to that account and also give a slightly different, and I believe truer version, of how The Academy ended and The Jail Training Center came into being.
For those of you who know nothing of The Academy, I’ll fill you in a little here. It started in the late 1980s and, at that time, was situated in Missouri. What it offered — at a hefty price — was a ‘real’ jail experience. I say ‘real’ because it differed in some interesting ways from a true jail experience. It’s an undoubted fact that the guards were recruited from either serving or ex-serving prison guards and police officers. But sex was in no way part of the equation.