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Stud Squaw – Part 3

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By Alex Ironrod

It was not a good night’s rest; the hog-ties prevented that, but finally they both slept, exhausted from the day’s torments.

It was evidently morning when they were kicked awake by a group of warriors and their rawhide ties removed. There was no sign of Red Feather, but the interpreter was there to explain: “You will be taken out and purged, then taken to the stream for washing and cleansing. You must be prepared for this evening’s ceremony when the chief will fuck each of you in front of our community to show your slave position as his new squaw men. Now to work.”

They were taken outside again, loosely tied, and led to the sewage pits. Here they were forced to bend over, Tom’s plug was pulled out, and the nozzle of pig’s bladders pushed into their holes. The bladders were emptied into them until the interpreter was satisfied as he patted their stomachs. After ten minutes they could hold it no more, and a mix of soapy water, their own shit and the cum of the previous night poured out of them trickling down their bare legs. Three times they were forced to be filled and emptied.

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Stud Squaw – Part 2

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By Alex Ironrod

“God in heaven, Billy, what have I done to us,” the Lieutenant choked out. “I can feel things crawling all over me, and I’m erecting again.”

“Try to relax, Tom, “ came the grunting reply. “You need to keep your courage up as well as your cock. We have to bear it.”

He got only a sigh of despair and a groan of anguish from the head next to him, as Tom tried to move his body. Bright shuddered in turn; his back felt as though knives were cutting him, as the flies drank his slobber and the drying piss.

The soldiers lost track of time in the hot sun; men and women passed them by; some spat at them, one or two pushed them onto the thorns; the flying insects bit and crawled on their naked bodies. At last the group of Apaches returned, unpegged their ankles, untied their arms and pulled them off the cactus. Spaulding shouted in pain; the sergeant bit hard on the rawhide, as they were raised upright and allowed to stumble back to the chief’s tepee.

There they collapsed, shuddering, on the floor, with dirty fly-speckled chests and matted hair, and bleeding backs and butts. For a few moments, neither spoke as they tried to recover. Bright managed to undo the rawhide tightening in his mouth.

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Stud Squaw – Part 1

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By Alex Ironrod

This is a tale of an imaginary traditional Old West in the 1870s-1880s, with modern BDSM elements. The Native Americans are fierce and brave and so are their opponents in the US Cavalry. The setting could be Southern Arizona. This story, and its longer novel sequel, are dedicated to the memory of the late film director John Ford, whose Westerns inspired them.

His arms were tired; he’d been pulled along at the end of a rope behind the pinto horse for several hours, wrists bound with rawhide – chafing despite his heavy yellow deerskin gauntlet gloves. And his feet hurt. He cursed himself for wearing his good cavalry boots and spurs- they made him look great in the saddle, but pinched after an hour or so of stumbling along rocky trails. And his head ached from the bullet graze, which had got him into this mess.

He looked over his left shoulder at his companion. Sergeant Bright seemed to be faring better than his lieutenant was, although he too was bound behind another Apache horse. But Bright was rugged after years in the cavalry, and, at 6’ 2” topped Tom Spaulding by a good three inches. There was a sudden commotion, as the sergeant tripped over a rock on the narrow path and was being dragged along, scraping chest and legs over the uneven ground.. The leader of the Indian band of raiders snapped out an order and Bright was able to scramble to his feet, blood seeping down his arm again.

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Shredded – Part 02

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By Adam Wesco

male bdsm sneakersWhen my eyes fluttered open, I was back at home in bed and alone in just a pair of might tight Under Armour boxer briefs. Did I just dream everything that happened at the new gym? Probably so. I was incredibly horny after my workout and I probably just lost sense of things and came home and fell asleep horny as hell. I rolled over and looked at my phone and saw a message from Duncan. “Hey, Adam. It’s Duncan, your trainer at Shredded. Don’t forget we have training today at 10am!”

Crap – it was already quarter after 9 and it was a good 15-minute drive to the gym. I hopped out of bed and threw on the same gym clothes I’d worn the day before. Something about the smell of them was really turning me on this morning. As I bent over to pull my balled-up socks out of my Adidas wrestling shoes, without any thought I sniffed one and shoved it into my mouth. Fuck – sucking on my own sweaty socks was turning me on. But I’ve got no time to pleasure myself. I didn’t want to be late.

I quickly threw my now slightly damp socks on and laced up my yellow Magic Man wrestling shoes. After quickly brushing my teeth and primping for a few to make sure my hair looked nice, I stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of “Muscle Milk” that I’d picked up at the gym the day before. I didn’t remember buying it but did remember leaving with it. Must’ve been another freebie included with the membership. The whole last day had been foggy.

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Shredded – Part 01

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By Adam Wesco

This story is inspired by partially true events with obvious enhancements. Bear with me as I set the stage for what’s to come. I hope to make this a series of stories.

Part 1

It was a typically sunny day in central Florida when I was out running some errands. I had just moved to the St. Pete area and after having been pent up for a year in the house being lazy because of COVID-19, I knew I needed to get back to a gym now that things were getting back to some form of normal. As I pulled up to a traffic light, I looked to my right and noticed a large gym that I hadn’t remembered seeing before so I decided to take a small detour from my errands and stop inside to check it out.

male bondage sneakersI parked my car and noticed a few folks streaming in and out of the gym, all of which were men. Because I’ve always been into gear, esp sneakers, this day I was wearing a pair of my size 11.5 Kobe 9 “Influence” in a very bright neon yellow, green and orange pattern. I always loved the way these sneaks looked and wrapped so high above my ankles. I wasn’t shy about wearing matching bright socks with them as well. I did love having guys stare at my sneaks after all.

I headed inside already with a raging boner seeing all the hot guys coming and going and walked to the front desk. Standing behind it was a young man probably 26 or 27 wearing a standard black gym uniform which caressed his muscles tightly. He wore a very nice pair of pure white Adidas Ultraboost sneakers that I could tell had been well used at the gym. Was that a cum stain I saw on the toe? Before I could get a better look, he turned around and greeted me with a big smile.

“Hi, welcome to Shredded! How can I help you?”

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The Jacket – Part 7

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By Rubrpig

Sir and I finally managed to arrange vacation time so we could take the planned trip up the coast and onto Portland. As Sir did not have a vehicle we were taking my SUV. I spent the evening prior to our departure packing our gear into the SUV and getting things sorted out. Sir was relaxing as he watched me pack the gear he had decided to take with us and so I finally got everything packed and stowed in the vehicle.

The trip up the coastal highway was relaxing for both of us. We stopped at night and stayed at coastal inns and enjoyed ourselves. Each night after we had finished dinner and got back to the room, I was either in my straitjacket or zipped and laced tightly into the sleep sack. Sir had introduced me to the sleep sack a month or so ago and I had gradually got used to spending longer and longer time in it. I was now able to spend the night in it with only minor discomfort in my shoulders.

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Hired Help

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosSanchez pulled up in front of the Old McGriffith Farm, a dust cloud stirring up from the wheels of his F-250 as it bumped to a halt. Sanchez adjusted his tie and put on his big white hat and stepped out of the cab.

A big Chevy pulled up next to Sanchez. It was supposed to be blue, but the color had long been obscured by layers of dust. A lean muscular cowboy jumped down from the cab.

“Hey Mike,” Sanchez nodded. He and Mike had been buddies for years and worked several jobs together.

“So this is the place, huh?” Mike drawled. “Good chunk of land, no wonder they need help. Generous deal too.”

Sanchez nodded, pulling the ad out of his pocket. “And it’s a two-year contract. Gotta appreciate that job security.”

It was true enough. $60,000/ year salary plus earned bonuses. Healthcare, retirement plan, room and board supplied, and meals too. It was too good a deal to pass up, even if the farm was out in the middle of nowhere…

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The Jacket – Part 6

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By Rubrpig

The relationship between Sir and I began to fall into a pattern which seemed to please Sir. He had access to me whenever he wanted and he knew that I was consistent in obeying all of my standing orders. My body was more muscular and harder since He had me change my gym to a gym that was primarily for bodybuilding. A workout buddy of his was a trainer and Sir arranged for me to be trained by him. Sir had set goals for my development and he wanted me very well defined and well muscled. He was careful to tell his buddy that I was not to be worked out to the point of being a bodybuilder. So Sir was pleased with my development. I had always found it easy to build muscle mass from my days training for the college football team I had starred on.

My personal image had also changed. As Sir had ordered me to grow a beard, I had stopped shaving and my beard had come in thick and dark like my hair. Sir finally told me to make an appointment to get my beard trimmed and shaped. I had to admit it was getting scruffy looking so I asked around and found a local barber that specializes in beards and men’s haircuts. I had always gone to a traditional barber shop as I had never felt comfortable in a hair salon, even one for men. Sir had told me to report to the store once I had finished at the barbers so he could ensure that he was happy with the results. I also asked for permission to have my hair clipped into a military high and tight and Sir smiled and agreed.

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