By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle
Greg was quite strong, and could most likely take whatever the Butus decided to dish out.
ARGH! The whip struck again on the adventurer’s broad back.
SWISHHHHHHHH…WRACKKK! The whip met Nick’s broad back yet again. Again he stumbled forward with a faint grunt. The millstone scratched forward with a lurch. Nick’s legs were magnificent in their increased exertion.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Mr. Johnson told Tim that he’d done the right thing, and if Roger worked out, Tim would be suitably rewarded the next weekend. But in the meantime, Tim was placed in bondage as usual in the other room. Mr. Johnson hoped that Tim and Roger would become pals, and that the two would confide in each other what their dungeon likes and dislikes were so he could find out and prepare accordingly.
By unknown
It was the first time Andy had played with Master Paul. He’d spent a very horny afternoon being tied up, strapped down, used and abused in various ways by the experienced Master, and he was looking forward to a similarly fun-filled evening with him.
By Catdude
Josh walked down the stairs towards the cell, he knew that his booted feet would make a fair bit of noise on the metal stairs, but then that was the point, he wanted the occupant of the cell to know he was coming, and all the good and bad things that implied, he swung open the door and smiled at the scene before him, at the far end of the room, though it was essentially a cell since it contained a prisoner, was two metal poles embedded in the cement.
By Mister-X / Spartan
That first Saturday for Tim out of the punishment sleep sack, all the boys were released at the same time to exercise and get cleaned up. Each would dress in his rubber cat suit with the hood down, go out to the breakfast table, and be restrained to his chair by the rubber boy. The last to sit down was Mr. Johnson.
By Mister-X / Spartan
Thursday night at home and Friday at the office were a repeat of the previous sessions. But this time after everyone had left and Mr. Johnson had released Tim from the chains and pole, he started to have a little chat with Tim. He asked Tim how he was enjoying his new life. Tim was pleased to have this little one-on-one, and told Mr. Johnson that he was enjoying it, though it was difficult being in that tight hard shirt with tie which would be choking him some for half his day, followed by the rubber suit with its enormous gag which hurt his jaw muscles for the other half.
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.