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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 06

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By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Afternoon – Pretty Boy is Prepared

The Commander, Alpha, and the slaveboy stood over the cot where Pretty Boy lay shackled and the Commander said to the slave, “Get him ready.”

“Yes, Sir,” replied the slave, and the Commander and Alpha began to walk away.

When the men were gone Pretty Boy looked up the the slave and whispered quietly, “help me.”

The slave looked into the boy’s eyes and walked away.

A minute later the slave returned holding a set of four restraints made of rubber and attached one to Pretty Boy’s left wrist. As the slave began attaching the next restraint to Pretty Boy’s other wrist the boy said to the slave, “Help me. Please.” The slave looked deep into Pretty Boy’s eyes, paused, and quietly said to him, “All you need to do here to be treated well is obey. I learned that lesson. And so will you.” The slave attached the rubber ankle restraints to Pretty Boy’s feet and went to tell Alpha that it had been done.

Alpha returned and released Pretty Boy’s wrists from the metal shackles and handcuffed them together while his legs were still shackled to the cot. Then Alpha opened the cuffs on his ankles and gestured with his head that Pretty Boy should stand up. Pretty Boy stood up and Alpha put his massive hand on the back of his neck. Alpha was not holding his neck gently, the way he had when he guided him to the chair for his buzz cut; at that point Pretty Boy still had a choice between Alpha’s carrot and his stick but he gave that up when he defied the Commander’s order to strip for his flogging. Alpha grabbed him roughly by the neck and shoved him out of the dormitory and into the shower room.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 05

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By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Late Morning – Recovery and Fear

Pretty Boy lay naked and shackled to the cot in four-point restraints and wondered what would happen to him next. He couldn’t stop remembering the flash of fire in the Commander’s eyes when he hesitated to strip and the Commander’s speech about how hesitation would lead to punishment, and as he lay on his back chained to the cot he was afraid.

The slave told the three other boys they could relax and he suggested that the badly flogged Colonel could sit on his cot. The slave gently pulled off the Colonel’s top, being careful to hold the fabric away from his red welted skin, and told the Colonel sweetly, “I will be right back.”

The slave returned in a moment with a tube of aloe vera gel and told the Colonel to lay on his stomach and relax. The slave kneeled at the side of the cot and began carefully spreading the cooling gel on the Colonel’s red back with sweet, tender motions. The Colonel let out his first real sound in a while; a moan of relief and gratitude.

After a while the Colonel tilted his head toward the pretty young slave; his small chain collar looked good against the smoothness of his thin neck and his deep blue eyes radiated kindness. The Colonel stared deeply in the slave’s eyes and the slave returned the look. The Colonel looked at the blush of red on the young boy’s cheeks and at the slave’s soft red lips; under any other circumstances the Colonel would have taken that sweet face in his fatherly hands and kiss the boy’s mouth deeply.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 04

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By AlphaMetal

Day 2, Early Morning – Flogging

Morning light was already flooding through the windows of the dormitory but the four boys were still fast asleep, worn out from the previous day’s intake, which for most of them took place after a long drive to the campground.

Alpha entered the dormitory and banged a police baton on the metal cover of a trash can, waking the boys. Behind Alpha was the barefoot slave, again wearing shorts and his white tank top with the small chain padlocked around his neck. The slave pushed a cart of trays down the aisle of the dormitory and gave each boy a tray with a mug of hot black coffee, a glass of orange juice, a bottle of water, and two protein bars. The slave spoke to the boys gently – “You have 15 minutes to eat breakfast” – and then Alpha and the slave left the dormitory.

Each boy sat up, with one ankle still shackled to the corner of his cot, and silently ate his breakfast. In 15 minutes Alpha and the slave returned and Alpha unlocked each boy’s ankle restraint.

The slave pushed his cart down the dormitory aisle and gave each boy a tray with a small disposable tooth brush, a tiny tube of toothpaste, a small bar of used soap, a small towel, a disposable razor, and a travel-sized can of shaving cream. The slave explained that the boys had 20 minutes and motioned for them to follow him to the bathroom. It was a large room from the days when the dormitory accommodated 40 boy scouts. There was a line of 10 sinks against one wall, 10 urinals against another wall, and five toilets against the third wall, open to the room with no dividers.

“You may brush your teeth and wash up in the sink,” the slave said to the boys, “and you will each shave your face. You may use the toilet if you need to. You have 20 minutes.”

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 03

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By AlphaMetal

Day 1, Evening – Intake, Part 2

Cody has no idea how long they had been cuffed to the poles. After an hour or two you lose all sense of actual time. But it felt like a long time and Cody’s arms and shoulders ached from having his hands pinned behind his back. Even his feet were beginning to hurt from supporting his weight for so long on the hard concrete floor without shoes.

Cody’s mind was beginning to go in and out. The one thing he felt was helpless. Totally helpless. Cody’s arms hurt, his shoulders hurt, his feet hurt, he was a little cold, and there was nothing he could do about any of it. If they had wanted that to sink in, it had sunk in.

He had no idea what time it was, but based on the time he arrived at the camp, and the time he spent cuffed on the floor waiting for the other boys to arrive, and the time it took to cut their hair and shave their bodies, and however many hours he had been cuffed to the pole, it must be very dark outside.

Cody was beginning to zone in and out – not really sleep, but something kind of like it – when the sound of boots on the floor snapped him awake. In walked the Commander, each of the boys’ four masters, and Alpha, followed by the barefoot slave.

Each Master walked up to his boy and looked him over, and then nodded to the Commander and walked out of the room.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 02

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By AlphaMetal

Day 1, Afternoon – Intake, Part 1

When Alpha snapped on the handcuffs Cody felt his cock get hard from the steel on his wrists. Restraints often did that to him; even the click of handcuffs got him excited.

Cody turned his head and looked at Wrestler who was next in line. He hadn’t been able to look at Wrestler’s naked body until now because he had been too busy removing his own clothes and paying attention to the Commander, but now he had a chance to check him out.

Fuck, Cody thought. Even from the side Wrestler was pure muscle: traps, delts, abs, obliques, quads, calves, everything. And he oozed strength, not just because of his muscles but from the way he was standing, the way he held his head, and the way he planted his feet.

Wrestler was shorter than Cody but Cody knew he could easily pin him to a wrestling mat and fuck him, and Cody’s mind started to imagine himself face-down on a mat with Wrestler’s cock thrusting inside him.

Cody stared at Wrestler like he was licking the jock’s body in his mind, and then suddenly realized he had been staring at him way too long. He looked up and saw that the Commander had been watching him and taking it all in.

When the Commander saw that Cody had come back to earth he barked “Move out” and pointed to a door. Alpha started walking toward the door and the boys followed.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 01

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By AlphaMetal

Day 1, Morning – The Arrival

Cody had been playing with his Sir for two years now. They started out doing 2-3 hour sessions, which moved to full days, and then Cody began spending nights, often sleeping in restraints. Things became more intense and Cody found himself submitting to Sir more and more when they were together.

The past two years had been great for both of them and the 26-year old Cody had learned a lot, but Sir decided it was time for the boy to experience something much more intense. It was time for Cody to go the campground.

Sir explained the campground to Cody. A few years ago, two good friends of his who owned a leather business bought an old boy scout camp that had sat empty for years. They used it for play parties and an annual weeklong training session to which close friends could bring special boys who were ready — and worthy — of being taken to the next level. Sir thought it was time for Cody to be taken to the campground; he thought Cody was ready, and he thought it would help submerge the boy more deeply into the headspace of a sub.

Cody was excited by the idea. Sir had taken him to the leather store several times and one of the owners had a calm and commanding presence that Cody found exciting. The man was older than Sir – about 60, maybe 65 – but he had a confidence around young subs that came from many years as a Leatherman.

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Towel

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By Taurus

Everyone has a reason to keep a slave. I’m kept as one by Master. He calls me a towel.

Please let me explain.

My parents were Scandinavian, but they moved to the US before they gave birth to me. Scandinavians are famously hairy (or so I think, since my dad was quite the fuzzball), hence why my body hair was the target of teasing for many years in high school. I tried to hide it by wearing long sleeves and changing quickly for gym, but that didn’t work, obviously.

This shame didn’t last long, fortunately. Behind people’s backs, I’d read through magazines and I’d be amazed at how many people lust for hairy bodies.

When I got into college, I decided to embrace the bearishness and sport a (very thin, compared to now) beard, I pretty much had the hair of someone more than double my age back then. My dorm mate noticed, and word quickly spread about me being a bear. To this day, I’m still nicknamed a bear by my friends, though it’s more a term of affection, and not of ridicule or for categorization.

Do Vikings hunt bears? If so, I hope my ancestors don’t try to kill me. Either meaning of “bear” applies, wink wink.

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Prod – Part 03: Fortnight – Another of Black Knight’s Adventures

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By Bikermike

It had been several weeks since James had visited his erstwhile master Malcolm and had had fun in an outbuilding at his house near Bourne, Lincolnshire. They had exchanged e-mails regarding James re-visiting where this was to take place later on during the summer when he would be able to cross the Fens on his motorbike, dressed sexily in his black leather bike suit.

‘I will send you something in the post, boy.’ Was the simple message James received one day.

‘May I ask what it is Master?’ He replied.

‘Don’t be impertinent boy. There will be instructions contained therein.’

Two days later, the package arrived, having been left with one of James’ neighbours, while he was at work. Once indoors he ripped off the wrapping in his eagerness to find a steel chastity device, complete with two small padlocks, and with a typed note, which said

‘Fit this to your genitals boy and return the keys to me by return. I need to be satisfied that you have obeyed these instructions so I will require you to take a photograph of the device in place, which you will then e-mail to me.’

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