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Indentured Game Guide

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By Kevin’s Path

Welcome to Indentured – The game of sex, humiliation, pain, bondage and tedious labor in 3,162,510 combinations

Greetings,

I am pleased to present to you this non-refundable one-of-a-kind copy of Indentured – the game of sex, humiliation, pain, bondage and tedious labor in 3,162,510 combinations. Every individual copy of Indentured is unique, having been designed specifically for you by my game development team based upon a personality profile that you submitted combined with my own internal research about you. Your presences on all social media have been reviewed, including the ones where you use an alias. I also purchased and analyzed the records of all your recent search terms from Google. A tremendous amount of time and resources were devoted upfront to get an intimate picture of you before I delivered your game. So, please understand that’s why I can’t offer refunds. Realize that you hold in your hands a unique crafted item, which will not only entertain you with its practically endless variations in gameplay, but it will also relentlessly challenge you and expand your mind, if you follow along and let it.

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Japanese POW

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By Chained Muscle

Greg could not believe that his once virgin hairy body would be subjected to this hideous nightmare of bdsm. His heart was racing with each thrust of the soldier’s hard cock up inside of his ass. The pain was unbearable. He had to try to keep his wits about him or else he would go insane. He tried to remember the good old days of high school sports and his friend who would try to molest his then slightly hairy body. During his puberty years his body hair started to grow especially his last two years of high school. His chest hair was fine and still a little thin except at the lower abs and the trail to his bush. His cock and balls grew to normal sizes and he would get erections sometimes at the wrong time.

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New Years Resolution – Part 11

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By lthr_jock

Red walked along the street, enjoying the way his newly shaved muscles bunched and slid under his heavy rubber clothing. He got more than a few glances, and he wasn’t sure whether they were more surprised by his freshly shaved head or by his gleaming black clothes. Certainly a few stared long enough to spot the thick rubber collar locked around his neck and he strode along the street leaving a wake of incredulous people behind him.

He knew where he was going – the Boss’s place was a 20 minute walk. But as he walked, he felt that something was wrong. Something was out of place. He didn’t know how he knew where the Boss lived; he couldn’t remember where he had been that morning. All he knew was that he was Red but that just wasn’t enough. His brow furrowed as he continued walking, until he found himself outside the Boss’s door.

As he lifted the heavy knocker the door swung open, and Red walked inside. Shutting the door behind him, he found himself in a dimly lit corridor. As he waited for his eyes to acclimatise to the gloom, the Boss walked into view. His cycling gear had been discarded in favour of black rubber. But unlike Red’s gear, this rubber was thin and moulded to Boss’s lithe body. He was wearing a one-piece suit with an attached cod-piece that already bulged. On his feet were high, well glossed DM’s, ladder laced with clean white laces. His hands were in tight, thin black rubber gloves.

“Nice timing, boi. Come on through.”

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Master and Slave – Part 1

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By slavebladeboi

He had volunteered. He had specifically asked for no safe words. He wanted to be mine with no exceptions. We had discussed things till the early hours on several occasions but now he was mine, to train in any way I liked. We both wanted this more than anything else, to be Master and slave. To be joined by the strength of knowing just that. And now it was happening. There was no going back.

Dressing in the cosy warmth and comfort of my bedroom it was difficult to imagine just how different the scene two storeys beneath me was. I laced the elegant long black leather boots carefully and tied them with neat knots at the knee. The skin tight trousers fitted me perfectly, the extra expense of made to measure had been worth every penny. Slipping into them and feeling their soft yet restricting presence around my body never failed to create the first stirrings of what I knew from my past experience would be a large and long lasting erection. I drew the zip up carefully, feeling the once living fabric enclosing me in a wonderfully glossy black cocoon, the growing bulge in the leather at the crotch showed clearly the position of the shaft of my already semi erect cock. I never wore anything beneath the leather, preferring the wonderfully erotic feel of the taut polished black hide directly on my body.

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