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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 12

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By AlphaMetal

Day 4, Evening – Cody Is Released

Cody had dozed in his straightjacket but woke as he felt the hood pulled off his head. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light he saw the Commander smiling, which was not something Cody had seen before. “You have been here for twelve hours,” the Commander said. “I am proud of you.”

Cody felt proud of himself as well. And he knew the Commander would tell Sir and that Sir would be proud of him also.

Cody felt Alpha unbuckle the straps of the straightjacket but he didn’t want to be released; he felt hugged, held, and protected and didn’t want the feeling to end. But Alpha released the straps and gently removed the rubber straightjacket from Cody’s sweat-covered body, and then handed him a large soft towel so he could dry himself off.

Alpha was holding Cody’s underwear and prison uniform but did not hand them back to Cody, who remained naked next to the chair. The door of the small building opened and Cody’s Sir walked in. Cody was filled with joy. “I am proud of you, boy,” Sir said. “You didn’t know I was here but I watched you most of the time you were in that straightjacket.”

Sir looked at his boy’s strong naked body with love and admiration and then wrapped his arms around Cody and hugged him. “I have to leave now but I am proud of you.” And then Sir turned to the Commander and said, “Thank you.”

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 11

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By AlphaMetal

Day 4, Morning – Serious Restraint

Cody woke before the others. He started to sit up in bed but felt the steel cuff bite into his ankle as he pulled his leg back; he had forgotten his foot was shackled to the corner of the cot.

Cody reached down to rub his ankle and saw Pretty Boy lying on his side; his thin sheet had slid partly off leaving his ass exposed. He really has a sweet little ass, Cody thought.

Pretty Boy was one of those natural-born bottoms who love sex and love being used and now it was his function at the camp. He had already begun acting differently since yesterday’s announcement. The scared boy who spent the first few days looking terrified now had a flirty confidence around the other boys. Cody’s impression of the change was confirmed as the boys shaved in the bathroom that morning. Pretty Boy removed all his clothes, not just his scrub top, and stood at the sink naked, bending over just a little more than necessary. It looked like he was inviting the Colonel, Wrestler, or Cody to come up from behind and penetrate him.

But there was no time for that. The boys had only 20 minutes. And the day was about to start and Cody, Wrestler, and the Colonel were thinking about what might happen to them. Pretty Boy had some kind of immunity from suffering but the rest of them didn’t and they wondered what the day would bring. Pretty Boy’s ass looked hot as he stood at the sink but they all had other things on their mind.

Anyway, Cody thought with an inward smirk…. I can always use him later.

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VRealWorld – Part 02

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Note: This is a sequel to VRansomwear. To start at the very beginning, click here.

VRealWorld

By POW

5: Hunter And His Handler

The bar was much busier when Jeff returned, unsurprising for 8:30 on a Saturday night. Jeff found Martin sitting at the same table as before talking with another man sitting across from him. Martin saw him and waved in greeting.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” he said to the other at his table, who murmured a polite farewell and stood to go. It was at this point that Jeff noticed the third man at the table, who he had not seen before because he was down on all fours at the feet of the man who was rising to depart. Jeff, the son of generations of Brooklynites, was no stranger to other people engaging in odd behavior and had two stock responses in store for whenever he came across it. One was a blistering stream of profanity and the other was a carefully-blank expression and averted eyes. The first was generally reserved for behavior that affected Jeff in some way and so he was preparing to bring up the second response when something caught him off guard: the man on the floor, who was now rising up just like a dog about to follow in the footsteps of its master, was wearing a thick black rubber suit that looked exactly like the one he had seen Bill in yesterday. Jeff’s poker face crumbled and he gaped like a midwestern farm boy on his first trip to Times Square, only realizing he was doing it when Martin chuckled.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 10

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By AlphaMetal

Day 3, Afternoon – A Prisoner Gets Used

The boys had only been resting for about an hour after the work detail when a man they had never seen walked into the dormitory. He was an older man — in his late 60s at least — with a gray t-shirt stretched over a large beer belly and a messy gray beard. The boys looked at his feet and saw that he was wearing black combat boots and jumped to attention.

The man with the gray beard looked over the four boys with obvious sexual desire. Pretty Boy remembered the “arrangement” that had been made — he wouldn’t have to suffer pain but in return he had become the camp’s sex toy – and he figured Gray Beard was there to fuck him. Pretty Boy imagined being penetrated by this fat man and wondered if it had been planned as punishment for disobeying the Commander the day before. But it was still a good arrangement. Pretty Boy hated pain and if he just closed his eyes and thought of his Master he could get through this.

Gray Beard examined the four boys in their blue prison scrubs, looking over each one closely. Pretty Boy was a cute twink but he was a bit too thin for his scrubs and they hung on him loosely. The Colonel was a total DILF — Cody would have bottomed for him happily — but the Colonel was obviously too old for Gray Beard, who didn’t give him a second look.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 09

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By AlphaMetal

Day 3, Morning – Outdoor Forced Labor

The next morning the boys were again awakened by the sound of Alpha banging his police baton on the metal trash can cover and soon the slaveboy distributed the trays with their breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later Alpha released their ankles from the shackles, the slave distributed their towels and shaving gear, and the boys went to the bathroom to clean up. When they finished they returned to their cots and stood at parade rest following the lead the Colonel set the day before.

The Commander, Alpha, and the slaveboy came into the dormitory. The slave was pushing his cart which this time was piled with blue jeans and construction boots; Timberland-style yellow boots with brown padded leather around the ankles. Cody could also see a pile of steel restraints on the cart’s bottom shelf.

“Strip down and fold your prison uniforms and put them on your cots,” the Commander said. The boys obeyed and got back to parade rest.

The slave placed a pair of jeans, socks, and boots – but no shirt – on the floor in front of each boy and the Commander said, “Put on your work clothes.”

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 01

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By Jockboy

It all happened at once. The capture hood came off at the same time I was jolted with a shock from the punishment collar around my neck.

I had been manhandled and stripped in a surprise abduction 24 hours before it was scheduled, then spent hours being transported in the trunk of a car. Not a word had been spoken. I had no clothes, no money, no ID, and no phone

Now I was standing naked outside what looked like a brig cell. I was naked except for my handcuffs and leg irons. The sweat was streaming down the valley in my pecs like a river. My huge biceps and washboard, six-pack abs never seemed so useless as I screamed in pain from the electroshock.

Then I heard the words I’ll never forget from my unseen captor.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 08

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By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Evening – Pretty Boy’s Fate, Part 2

Pretty Boy stood before the Master inside the trailer with his hands still cuffed behind his back.

The Master looked at his boy and said, “You fucked up, boy.”

Pretty Boy looked sad and said, “I know, Sir,”

They looked at each other for a long moment and then the Master gave the handcuffed boy a warm and supportive hug. “Let me take those cuffs off, son,” the Master said, and he removed the handcuffs.

“Are you scared, son?” the Master asked.

“Very much,” Pretty Boy replied honestly.

“I know. It’s OK. Don’t worry, boy. Sit down.”

“I have spoken with the Commander and you won’t be hurt,” the Master said.

Pretty Boy was so overwhelmed with relief that it flooded through him like tears. The boy was so grateful he didn’t know what to say so he just kneeled in front of his Master and opened his mouth slightly.

“Thank you, boy, but sit down. We will do that later. I have missed that but we need to chat.”

“Yes, Sir,” the boy said.

“First of all, this is your one pass this week. If you hesitate or disobey again I have given them permission to punish you, and you will not get to see me or talk to me before it happens. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

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VRealWorld – Part 01

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Note: This is a sequel to VRansomwear. To start at the very beginning, click here.

VRealWorld

By POW

1: The Prisoner And The Picnicker

The prison cell is not large, maybe ten feet by twelve. There is a long extension at one corner, almost a hallway, at the end of which is a toilet and a sink. The walls are rough-cut stone, dank and dripping with moisture, spotted with lichen and streaked with mineral trails left behind by centuries of trickling water. The air seems like it should be clammy and cold, but instead it is clammy and hot and Bill often finds himself pressing himself up against the stone to try to have it suck some of the excess heat out of his body.

The lighting is dim. Any color that might exist is washed into formless shades of grey. The light comes from nowhere in particular, which is odd because the cell has no windows and there are no light fixtures anywhere that Bill can find. Yet somehow, he can see, though in a limited, gloomy, dismal way. Depressing as it is, at least he’s not stuck in complete blackness.

He has been locked in this cell for what he believes to be more than a week. It is hard to measure time, of course. He is fed occasionally, though on no schedule he can predict, and there is never any change in the light level to draw a distinction between day and night. The only thing keeping him from going insane from boredom and isolation is the occasional arrival of… well, call them “visitors”. Like the food, the visitors arrive at unpredictable intervals and for as long as they are there in the cell with him, boredom and isolation are very low down on his list of troubles. After the visitors leave, after an initial period where he appreciates and enjoys the restored peace and quiet, that’s when the boredom and isolation start to nag at him once more.

He has tried to find a way to escape, of course, but every attempt so far has been unsuccessful. His last serious effort was some unmeasurable amount of time ago. Perhaps two days, maybe three. Since that failure, he has been unable to think of anything to try next. There is one main reason for that:

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