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Displayed – Part 02

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By Pickle

~ Chapter 6 ~

(Day Two)

I wake up barely being able to move.  Even getting dressed in jeans and the red and black shirt that Gunnerson told me I had to wear today, “So you’ll be more noticeable when we “scarecrow” ya tomorrow, Bo”, was all I could do.

I grab a fast coffee and a banana before picking up my gym bag, and heading out the door to the driveway.  By my phone it’s 5:55, but Moore, with one of the other guys I met when I was leaving the “Farm” yesterday afternoon, was already there.  I had learned he was Sergeant Sutherland by checking out the various sections of “The Country Boy Punishment Club” website last evening.  I had been able to view not only my own punishments from the day, but also a lot of shit the other “Recruits” were being put through, ranging from a number of different tortures, but also being put through rigorous PT, and running several different obstacle courses set up to be even tougher than any of the Tough Mudder courses I’d seen.  They were all covered in muck by the time they made it to the end of the courses, IF they made it all the way through these sadistically designed obstacle courses, at all.

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One Year – Part 10

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By Taurus

Part 10 – “Something Changed”

The number of days since James had last seen civilization, and treated like a member of it, just crossed into the triple digits.

100.

100 consecutive days locked in chastity without any clothes and almost always toiling for one thing or another.

Arnold, as ever, entered James’ cell in the morning, the occupant of which faced the other way from the cell door, owing to its symmetrical design whose task was to disorient. He spun himself around by instinct and knelt on his mattress, back straight, legs crossed, looking straight ahead and arms squared behind his back.

The many days where the same old stuff happens has allowed the slave and his handler to go through the day without much talking, if any at all. No need for commands if tasks could be done out of habit. The first day of perfect silence was day 25, and many more have been achieved since then.

Then again, when one spends most of their time gagged or muzzled with the threat of severe pain looming over them if they do try and say a word, one tends to keep a little quiet.

Not that you would have any choice.

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One Year – Part 09

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By Taurus

Part 9 – “Nothing Changes”

Nothing had changed at all between day 84 and day 97, other than how James had gotten flogged much more.

This was not James’ decision, of course.

In general, flogging seemed to permeate his life. He now had no more truly free “free time.” It is always either training, eating, or meals.

So much flogging, so much it no longer hurts.

He once tried to ask Arnold what was up with all the flogging, but he got even more flogging as a response.

Jokingly, he wondered when he would receive lashes of a whip as a reward, though he would keep this to himself. Fate is easy enough to tempt, and this life was hard enough.

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Displayed – Part 01

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By Pickle

~ Chapter 1 ~

It was a pretty typical late June morning, sunny, blue sky and the temperatures were just beginning to warm up now.  It felt like long awaited Summer was actually arriving.  Lately it had been hovering around 15℃ when I left the house, but by 10:30 or 11:00 it would have warmed up to 20 or 21.  I tended to hit the gym around 8:30 am, so I’d lose the “before work” crowd.

I was listening to my playlist and absent-mindedly trotting away on a treadmill when a couple bulked-up, camo-wearin’, macho-looking thugs come up to me while I’m working out, and tell me they think I’m not sweating hard enough.  I’ve seen them training a few other young studs in the gym, making them yell out “Sir, One SIR!, Sir, Two Sir” etc. as they do their reps, as if they were in the military … kind of embarrassing to have to do in a civilian gym, but I have to say, I kinda got a kick out of hearing these other fellas having to vocalize like that, and the thought of the slight humiliation of it even made my cock twitch now and then, especially when the “victim” screwed up his form and the big guy putting him through his paces would make him start over from one. … They really pushed these poor bastards to absolute exhaustion.  I’m thinking “Oh fuck! There’s no way I can say “no” to these brutes, or I’m gonna look like a pussy.”

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Simple Torture Game

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By BondageChallengeGames

My friend Riley and I have started adding little torture/interrogation games into our bondage sessions that have proved to very fun, and I thought I pass some of them along! While most of my kinky relationships keep any power imbalances or sub/dom dynamics specific to a short-term scene, I’m sure those of you in longer-term scenes, or in dedicated 24/7 D/s relationships could use these as well.

While we’ve tried a few variations, all the games have had the same core. The sub sets their phone lockscreen passcode to some four digit number and gives their phone to the dom. The sub is restrained however the dom sees fit, and then the dom proceeds to torture the sub until the sub breaks and tells the dom their passcode. Once the dom has gotten into the subs phone the game is over. The (true) passcode acts as an instant stop to the torture.

Back in early February I got to be a test dummy for this game. My friend Riley stripped me naked and tied me to a chair in his kitchen. After about 15 minutes of nipple torture, hot wax, and electric shocks to my thighs and stomach I broke and gave him the password. He unlocked my phone, took a picture of me to send to himself, removed the nipple clamps from me, took off the electrodes, and left me tied to the chair for a good thirty minutes to rest before returning to face fuck me.

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One Year – Part 08

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By Taurus

Part 8 – “Time and Sanity”

Like James, I too have a confession to make as this story’s messenger – not an author; I can neither confirm nor deny its fictitious nature.

I have no idea how to properly convey the passage of time in its whole – its significance, its poetry, its aesthetic. I struggle with passing a few hours, let alone the months I seek to skip over.

Forgive me for skipping so much time. I do not want a story that has more chapters than days in a year, that takes more time to read in its entirety than a dictionary, or an encyclopedia.

In any case, it simply is impossible to come up with so many original ideas to fill out each and every day of the year, which applies to James’ guards and handlers to arguably benefit, not detriment.

At times, the most profound epiphanies and most powerful destructions are achieved through repetition alone.

One could make use of silence and let it sit there, unchanging. Get that, and pile on ad nauseum.

Well then.

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Married Diver Bound

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By mmmpppfffhhh

Author note: I was inspired to write this story when my (late) friend Maurice (Jim Stewart) of Fetters told me about a straight married couple who liked tying up Malcolm in dive gear. I modified it so the gender of the narrator is unstated; you can imagine whomever you want!

[WARNING: This is a work of fiction; do not attempt to copy or re-enact the fictional activities described]

All through the day he knows he’s facing a whole weekend being kept helplessly tied up, the whole time dressed in thick smelly rubber from head to foot. And he knows that as soon as he comes in, it will start.

It’s the same every time, but no matter how often we do it, until he’s actually all kitted up and secured in bondage, we’re both pretty nervous. But all the “getting ready” is very sexy too. It’s got a lot to do with seeing a big fit confident man like him progressively turned into a submissive heavily-controlled rubber prisoner.

So on Friday afternoon, as he pulls up in his work van, he waves to me, comes in, puts down his tools and goes straight up. He knows he has no choice, even though what’s going to happen to him is what we both want.

He strips in front of me, glancing nervously sideways at me and the pile of rubber dive gear on the floor, which he knows he’s going to be put into. He’s blushing furiously. He stands naked in front of me, looking down at the floor with his hands behind his back. He’s very aroused, and if it wasn’t for the chastity device I keep him in, he would have a rock-hard erection. As it is, his locked cock is sticking out stiffly like a bulging doorknob. I can almost hear his pulse pounding.

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One Year – Part 07

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By Taurus

Part 7 – “Checkup”

Day 30, as Russell said, was James’ checkup, the first of many to come in 30-day intervals.

To James’ surprise and joy, it was Russell who stepped into his cell when he awoke. Before carrying on with the regular proceedings, they exchanged smiles.

Once James was cleaned up, he expected the fist mitts to come back on, but they did not. Instead, he was fed a shot glass of water and a small pill before a bed on wheels with side rails was wheeled to the cell door. It was able to tilt up slightly at the halfway point to turn into a recliner. At the moment, however, it was flat like a normal bed.

From a pouch, Russell produced the blindfold and ball gag he was all too familiar with, and James meekly accepted them. He was laid out more or less in a neutral, face up position, with each limb tightly bound to the side rails using institutional restraints. For added pain and immobilisation, each of his nipples had a strangely heavy clamp applied to it, and a rather tautly pulled chain connected it to the corresponding side rail.

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