By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
They were indeed worthy captives. But it was the SEAL who caught the head Butu’s eye. He slowly approached the suffering SEAL
As the chief approached the tribesmen fell silent and smiled with pride awaiting their leader’s approval. The only sound was the rasping breath from the throats of the captives and the sound of their boot soles scraping the ground as they struggled to maintain their positions and avoid self strangulation.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Tim had noticed the previous evening that Mr. Johnson would take one guy at a time, start him off with his hands strung up over his head, and start beating him before putting him into bondage. While this was happening, the other guys were required to stay at ramrod straight attention. After their beatings, unlike that first evening, Mr. Johnson would remove the gag from the other guys, and they would tell Mr. Johnson what bondage they wanted to be placed in. He would oblige them after re-inserting their gags.
By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
The barge lazily floating down the Amazon River could barely be seen through the thick haze. It was night. The journey had begun earlier that afternoon, but the humidity had increased to an almost unbearable degree. The barge was surrounded by murky water, which had become steamy as night descended on the jungle with its dense tropical growth. There was an eerie silence surrounding the barge as it continued down the river.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Tim was tied up in his back yard. They had been playing cowboys and Indians. As usual, Tim was the Indian, and he was captured and had his hands tied behind him, as well as his ankles tied. But this time, he also had a noose pulled up tightly around his neck, and was standing on a piece of firewood set upright, sweating and nervous. The cowboys were going to be ‘hanging this injun varmit who had been harassing the settlers’.
By Mister-X / Spartan
“Larry, I know how much you enjoy my old-fashioned stocks. I need to demonstrate how they work to Tim.”
The one named Larry started at hearing this. He obviously didn’t look forward to it. As Mr. Johnson was unhooking his collar from the others, Larry was trying to talk through his gag, but no intelligible words came out. Mr. Johnson said, “It’s no good pleading with me. Take it like a man.”
By unknown
What do you do when you know you’re being mind-fucked?
That you’re having behavior modifications installed into you? Do you think that just because you know it is happening you can stop it? Short answer is no. This actually happened to me, I know you may find it hard to believe this, but it’s all real.
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By Pisslurper
I put on the Punisher cock cage in Metalbond’s apartment. Putting it on took a little work to coax my balls though the ring and get everything squared away in there. I could feel the soft spikes immediately on the head of my cock. The feeling is … well, a little hard to describe. Not quite sharp, a little painful, but pleasurable at the same time.
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By Mister-X / Spartan
The boy who had answered the door, who was dressed in rubber, started bringing out the food. He was the one who had strapped them all to their chairs. Tim figured he was Mr. Johnson’s trusted assistant. The rubber guy set the bottle of Tim’s piss in front of Tim as his drink. The other six also had similar bottles set in front of them.