The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 01

By StyleMe

This is fiction, but also a deep phantasy … (if any Master can make it real, drop a message to the author in the comments!)

Chapter 1: Blind date

Never believe that chatting is anonymous! I did so. Today I know I was a fool and I have to pay for it. I’ve always been an average guy, never very self-conscious. When I was younger I discovered that I was attracted by guys wearing leather and boots. I was sure I would never be one of those guys. I never considered myself gay. I just lived my boring life, wearing jeans, sneakers and common business shirts. I worked at an office for an airline.

When the internet was coming up I started to surf the web for leather stuff. I was drawn more and more into fetish websites and chat-rooms. Now I’m 31 years old. In chat-rooms I was known as a guy that wanted to submit to a Master who would change my life. A man who would force me to become the kind of guy I’ve always admired. It was a deep fantasy, but I also knew I could never change my life in any way. What would the people say that knew me as the guy I was? Impossible! Well, that’s what I thought!

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The Cell

By slaveobjectx

i was in my late 20s when this happened.

After some years of looking, i finally found a Master online who was seriously into caging and imprisoning slaves with a taste for metal bondage. As long as I can remember, i was fascinated by men in chains, behind bars, locked up. Chains and locks have a powerful psychological effect on me that rope bondage can not match. So i could not wait to hand myself over for a five-day, no-way-out, period of incarceration. i had not seen my Jailer/Master in advance but we had spent much time discussing my incarceration and ensuring that i trusted him totally.

So on Monday i went to a quiet deserted street under the railway arches in South London. He appeared on his motorcycle at exactly 10 p.m. Without a word i took the helmet he offered me, put it on, and got on behind him on the motorbike. The helmet had a blackened visor – as a result i could not see where we were going, only the street lights and the rear lights of cars penetrated the darkness. It felt like being kidnapped. Certainly already it led to a sense that I was not in control.

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Jeremy Spreadums bolted to the wall

Jeremy Spreadums bolted to the wall

Felix Frost finishes flogging Jeremy’s ripped pecs and abs. “I’ll be back – and then I’m going to fuck you,” Felix tells his slave, leaving him bolted to the wall, naked. When Felix returns he unbolts the young muscle-stud and turns him around so he is facing the wall, his wrists spread and bound at eye-level, his ankles spread extra-wide with a spreader bar, stretching his asshole for easy access. Felix warms-up his slave’s ass with a good, hard flogging and then shows him the device that will be used to fuck him – a massive, hard-rubber “punishment dildo” with a large ball on one end. “It’s so big!” Jeremy says, his eyes wide with horror. The fucking is rough, followed by an even rougher fucking with a huge, ribbed butt-plug and, of course, much more whipping.

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Title of this shoot: Jeremy Spreadums – Harder, Sir, Harder! – Part 3

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