Storage Space: Sentenced to Service – Part 01

(A True Potential Story)

Written by BootDeputy

It was less than a week before the brand on Logan`s ass was healed enough to allow for more functional movement. When Daddy Kyle branded him, He made sure to do it on the far outer side of his ass so Master Dallas was still able to fuck his hole, and he did daily.

But it seemed that Logan’s time as Tread the barn animal was done. On the night that the brand seemed to be healing without infection, Logan was on his knees worshiping Master Dallas’ dick. His spurs dug into Logan’s back as he smoked on the porch of his ranch house.

He had already unloaded in Logan’s mouth and was watching him clean off his cock. He got an email from Officer Rick yesterday detailing Logan’s next step in his year of training, which was with two doms that needed a new object to train. They had sent a package containing things for Logan to have on when they arrived. They were probably on the road, if not a hotel, right now coming from Delaware.

He couldn’t delay it any longer, “Tonight is your last night with me. Tomorrow evening you will be picked up by two men from our family.”

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Name, rank, and serial number

Wes Morales is spread-eagle on a table. His athletic body looks even better displayed on his back, his pecs stretched and abs sucked in. The young Marine flexes and struggles against his bonds, his cock visible through the mesh of his jock. “How many men in your unit?” the man torturing him asks. “I’m Specialist Wes Morales, serial number 2-4-0-6-40!” he says — and nothing more. “Talk!” the man screams, whipping his chest and abs, then cutting off his jock, revealing a beautiful cock. “Fuck you!” Wes replies, repeating his name, rank, and serial number after each question. The man lashes the Marine’s chest and stomach 200 times, but Wes won’t break.

Name, rank, and serial number

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Title: Wes Morales: U.S. Marine – Chapter 3

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Bound and suspended from the ceiling

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Party rock star Wayne is shown the BreederFuckers idea of a good time. Bound and suspended from the ceiling, his smooth, muscular body makes an inviting target for Dave to thrash as he slowly turns midair. His pale ass burns red. Every wallop causes the straight fucker to moan piteously through his ball gag.

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Adrian pries open his ass using a fucking machine’s thick dildo. Wayne fights the onslaught with every fiber of his being but his defenses are steadily broken down, leaving his hole loose and sloppy for a real fucking. His bum cheeks are split open as both men’s stiff dicks are then shoved up his sore hole. Adrian slides under the suspended man and pegs his nipples. With one swift motion they are ripped off, making him wail with pain as his entire body and all his senses are simultaneously and mercilessly assaulted.

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My Pal Jock and the Rope Bondage

By Hunter Perez

Simon looked at his phone’s screen and smiled. “It’s Jock – he’s downstairs in the parking lot and will be up in a minute. Bingo, do you want me to put shorts on you?”

I shook my head glumly. “No, that’s not necessary. Jock knows what a penis looks like – he’s been to museums.”

It was 5:30 on a Tuesday morning in my bedroom. Simon stood by the side of the bed as he slipped into his shorts and t-shirt. I was sitting on the bed, my bottom half unclothed while my top half was also without clothing – although it was also tightly encased in an elaborate web of bright red rope, with my arms bound behind my back.

Only five hours before, Simon announced that he wanted to try something that he viewed in an online video channel belonging to someone called Master Masanori, who claimed to be an expert in Japanese rope bondage. Simon had been studying these videos patiently and was very eager to try Master Masanori’s lessons. To his credit, Simon did a brilliant job recreating a rope pattern called the “Okinawan Fishing Net,” which he secured around my upper body. I will admit there was a strangely invigorating sensation in becoming encased within the intricate twists and turns of the rope. While I was tied up, Simon edged me for the next two hours – it was a kinetic experience that brought out the best in both of us.

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Drake Jaden has Dirk Caber in a parrot’s perch

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It’s time to get personal. With a stun baton for protection, Interrogator Drake Jaden forces Dirk Caber to suck his huge cock. Dirk is in a Parrot’s Perch — one of the most uncomfortable and vulnerable positions imaginable.

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Boy Blake: Bondage prisoner

As documented at Serious Male Bondage, Boy Blake gets placed in all sorts of bondage predicaments — including the metal Academy chair, a tiny cage, on a medical gurney in the shower, and straitjacketed in a jail cell with his arms wrapped around the bars. Check him out:

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A Small Gathering

By David Cody Ledon

Prologue

Cameron had been waiting in the bus station for over three hours. As his bus approached, he stood and picked up his knapsack and walked outside to meet it. He was a handsome, somewhat diminutive young man, at 5-foot-7 and 150 pounds. But he had a solid, athletic build, and large dark brown eyes, set into an attractive face. He had a great smile too, although he had not displayed that recently.

It was probably not an understatement to say that this had been the worst day in his 23-years long life. His day had started at the lawyer’s office for the county, where he had signed over the deed to his family home. His mother had left him and his father 10 years prior, to parts unknown. His father had little use for him until he developed heart problems, after which Cameron had been forced to care for him, and endure his verbal abuse, until his death about two months ago. After his passing, it became clear that he had not paid any taxes on their decrepit house for several years, and the tax burden on the house far exceeded its value. Cameron sold what he could to raise a few hundred dollars in cash. That, and the few pieces of clothing in his knapsack comprised his worldly possessions. His father’s demands had pretty much prevented him from making any friends in high school or from having a social life. No one was there to see him off.

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