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The New Academy – Part 04

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This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.

The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wesco boots, a Carrara chastity belt, heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner.  It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.

And it continues…

Gary tried struggling but the straps did not allow for much movement, but the Officer’s cocks got hard as they stood watching Gary struggle as the heavy leather of the sleep sack squeaked and squealed as it rubbed on the leather of the chair.  They rubbed their cocks through the material of their breeches and then left the room.  Gary was all set for a 24-hour session, and they would come in every 6 hours and connect Gary to a feeding pump, but they were sure Gary would not realize they were there.

Gary laid there on the chair, secure in the sack…

Gary laid on the reclined chair, his head and torso elevated so he was in a semi raised position.  He struggled again the heavy leather of the sleep sack and the straps that hold him tight against the chair.  His head was rigidly held by the heavy leather and steel posture collar that was locked around his neck.  He finally calmed down and laid quietly, his breathing rasping through the grommets in the heavy hood.  He finally relaxed into the bondage and the chair that held him.

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The New Academy – Part 03

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By Rubrpig

This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.

The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wesco boots, a Carrara chastity belt, a heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner. It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.

And it continues…

The other officers in the room finished with their prisoners and they all left the barracks room and turned off the lights.  Gary laid there in the darkness and moaned as his cock got hard again and the head of his cock pressed against the spikes in his cock tube.  He tried shifting but the restraints held him, and he grunted into the muzzle.  The other men in the room with him moaned periodically as well.  He wondered what time it was as he had become disorientated during the first session strapped in the chair.  He realized that he had not seen any windows in the facility, so he had no idea if it was night or day.  He slowly fell asleep.

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The New Academy – Part 02

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By Rubrpig

This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.

The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wescos, a Carrara chastity belt, heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner.  It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.

 

And it continues…

The Director looked at the police officers and told them to keep Gary in the chair and suit for the next 10 hours and then what happened next was up to them. The two men nodded and smiled. The three of them turned and walked out of the room.  Gary stared through the lenses of his gas mask at the tight asses in the snug breeches and the tall shiny Dehners that the three men wore.

Gary sighed and smiled as he breathed in the piss of the men.  He was excited to learn what would be happening to him over the next 2 weeks.  His cock tried getting hard in the chastity belt, but he moaned in pain as his cock head pushed hard into the spikes in the end of the tube that encased his cock.  He moaned and then pissed, feeling the hot liquid run down his legs.  The hot piss mingled with the sweat that was building up in the suit and ran down his lower legs and into the feet of the suit.  He closed his eyes and drifted off.

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Rituals – Part 2

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Charlie kept watch over Ben as he slept and then he moved over to the sleeping pad and untied his breechclout and let it drop.  He rubbed his hard cock and used the pre cum to lube it and then he suddenly flipped Ben over onto his stomach and dropped down on him and began sliding his cock into Ben’s ass.  Ben groaned and came to realizing what was happening and tried to relax enough to let Charlie slide into his ass.  He groaned as Charlie’s large uncut cock slowly slid into his hole.  He had not been fucked much so his hole was still tight.

Charlie slid all the way in and then began to fuck Ben hard and fast.  Both men groaned and were in a frenzy of sex driven by the pain and agony they had experience over the last day.  They both were lost in a frenzy, one claiming his new boy and one pleasing his new Sir.  Both men knew it was now instinct that drove them, and they came to terms with what they had become in a short period of time.

Charlie finally came howling as his cock pumped a heavy load deep into Ben’s hole seeding him and making him his boy.

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Rituals – Part 1

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By Rubrpig

The author as usual is wearing 20-inch Wesco Big Boss boots, bulldog harness, nipple clamps, and is locked in a Carrara chastity belt and a heavy locked posture collar.  It has been locked in the chastity belt for 2 years and has had only 8 releases during that time. 

This is a work of fiction, and the author in no way claims any knowledge of the rituals and practices of the people portrayed in this story.

Ben looked over at his buddy Charlie and they both smiled at each other.  Both were dripping with sweat from their last hockey game of the season.  Ben was the starting goalie and Charlie was a defenseman.  Ben pulled his sweat-soaked jersey off over his heavy chest pad and tossed it in the laundry basket sitting in the middle of the room.  After stripping off all his heavy sweat-soaked gear, he and Charlie headed for the showers.  Both men were excited as the semester was over and they were heading for home in a few days.

They had been friends for years and they met in Junior High when Charlie and the other kids from the reservation were transferred to the school system in the town near where they both lived.  Ben had lived on the family’s ranch which bordered the reservation where Charlie and his family lived.  Over the years, they had grown close and were in and out of each other’s homes on a regular basis.  Both men had been recruited by their university and given full ride scholarships to play hockey.  They knew that it would most likely lead to being recruited by a pro team.

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The Tank – Part 04

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Nick felt his shoulder moving and he slowly woke up and realized that he was laying on the floor of the dive tank.  The heavy helmet banged against the floor of the tank as he moved groggily.  He looked through the faceplate and saw The Boss in a black wetsuit, full face mask and a rebreather system.  The rebreather was silent and no bubbles were emitted by the unit.  This would allow the Boss to remain underwater for hours.

Nick shifted around and then pushed up with his arms and that forced him upright in the water.  He turned and faced his Boss.  The Boss nodded in his heavy mask.  Suddenly there was a click in Nick’s helmet and he heard the Boss.  The Boss was asking Nick if he was ok and did he still have water and food.  Nick responded but realized that he was not able to transmit.  The Boss told him to nod or shake his head in response to the questions.

The Boss swam slowly around the tank checking out Nick’s gear to ensure that it was still sealed and in good shape.  He came up behind Nick and reached around grabbing Nick and pulling him back onto his chest pack.  He reached down and grasped Nick’s caged cock through the heavy suit and pressed hard.  Nick grunted and felt his cock respond as pain flashed through him.

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The Tank – Part 03

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Nick slumped as much as he could in the chains holding his arms to the side of the dive tank.  Standing wearing the heavy Mark V dive gear was stressful despite the buoyancy of the gear in the water.  The heavy brass collar of the helmet pressed on his shoulders.  He was still rock hard and had been since the Boss had dove down and chained him to the tank.

The underwater light that dimly illuminated the tank turned up brighter and Nick raised his head inside his helmet and looked through the small ports in the helmet and watched as the Boss swam into view again in heavy scuba gear.  He swam over to Nick and unlocked his arms and let the chains drop to the floor of the tank.  Nick shifted and moved away from the side of the tank slowly swinging his arms as much as the heavy canvas and rubber suit would allow.  The Boss slowly swam beside him and then he swam up and was soon out of sight.

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The Tank – Part 02

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Nick slowly woke up and tried to stretch, but he soon realised he was still chained down to the bunk at the Dive Centre.  He really wanted to stretch, but the chains held him tightly in place on the bunk.  He looked around, and then the door opened. The Boss walked in.  He was wearing a pair of dark blue coveralls with the logo of the Dive Company on the left breast and heavy steel-toed work boots.  The boots thudded on the wooden floor as he walked over to the bunk.  Nick looked up and asked if he could get released so he could go to the bathroom.  The Boss nodded and leaned down and pulled the light blanket off Nick and unlocked the leather cuffs holding Nick to the bunk.

After Nick got cleaned up, they left the Dive Centre and headed to a nearby diner for breakfast.  The Boss told him to eat a big meal as he would not have the ability to eat again till evening.  Nick assumed that meant he would be going back into the dive tank and left there.  He nodded and looked over at the Boss and felt his cock arouse.  The short grey crew cut, the muscles, and the general build really got to him.

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