Early to Brunch

By mclioncub

Sunday morning rolled around and I prepped myself prior to leaving for Sirs’ house.  As with every weekly visit, I am required to ensure that my cock & balls are shaved clean, my underarms and body hair is removed.  As usual, I also had to clean up my mohawk.  Sir likes the look of my mohawk so I am required to keep it at all times.  Once I cleaned up and ate some breakfast, I packed the car and headed out to Sirs’ house.

When I arrived, I was let in and I headed to the front room to put up my toy bag and prep myself for the day.  As normal, I stripped down and then put my boots back on.  That is my required uniform, naked, booted and in chastity.  The chastity device is always secured on me at all times unless Sir chooses otherwise.  In most instances, Sir will have me remove the device if He has plans for my cock and balls.  In addition, if Sir does allow me to cum, it is always followed with some form of punishment.  Sometimes mild but other times more intense.  It all depends on what is on the agenda.  Once I finished, I headed to the living room and took my kneeling position with legs spread apart and my hands interlocked behind my head.

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Strongman – Part 10

By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter 10

My breath came in ragged gasps as I half-carried, half-dragged Viktor through the gnarled roots and tangled branches of the dense forest. He was barely conscious, his weight heavy against my shoulder. His once-mighty frame was so frail from starvation and dehydration, his steps sluggish.

“Viktor,” I whispered urgently, shifting my grip to keep him upright. He was too weak to continue standing on his own.

“You have to keep going.”

Viktor groaned, his head lolling to the side.

“I can’t,” he rasped. “I have nothing left.”

My grip tightened. “That’s not true. You always told me to find the strength inside myself. Now it’s your turn.”

With a weak chuckle, Viktor nodded. “Damn, throwing my own words back at me.  I taught you too well.”  He said nothing more, but I could feel the shift in him — the stubborn spark of willpower that had once made Viktor the strongest man I had ever known.

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Strongman – Part 09

By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter 9

That first night after the fight, I barely slept.

I sat by the fire, my body aching from the beating Viktor and I had given each other. My ribs throbbed, my knuckles were raw, and my head was a storm of confusion.

“Stick with us, Rabbit,” Q-ball had said, clapping a heavy hand on my shoulder. “You earned your place.”

And I wanted to believe him.

He handed me a battered leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, the gang’s insignia stitched onto the back. My hands trembled as I pulled it on. The weight of it felt suffocating, but I forced a grin. I had to sell this. I had to make them believe.

Q-Ball clapped him on the back. “Atta boy! Knew you had it in you.”

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