A Day on the Beach

By Cutieboy90

male bondage stories Cutieboy90They said it would be a relaxing vacation. They said it would be several care-free days of lounging on the beach and soaking up some tropical sun. They never said Mitch would be doing any of that.

Mitch growled into the thick towel knotted in his mouth. His tongue was dry and his lips felt chapped from being stretched and cleaved by the towel for so long. At least the towel had been clean. He sighed in exasperation.

“Be grateful, Mitch,” he told himself as he chewed on the gag. This was the only movement he was allowed, though. The rest of body had been rendered immobile for several hours, having been buried up to his neck in sand. His friends had prepared by digging the hole in advance; all they’d had to do was manhandle Mitch into it in the dim light of dawn and fill it back in. They’d been sure to pack the sand down tightly around him.

Continue reading A Day on the Beach

Kevin takes a beating

Meanwhile over at Reluctant Young Men, another brave young lad is willing to take corporal punishment:

Reluctant Young Men Kevin takes a beatingKevin is 29 years old, straight, an unemployed house painter, tough and strong, with a body made muscular through hard work. But he came before asking for permission in a teasing video, and now he will pay. Rich strips him down and takes his belt to Kevin’s muscular ass and has him yelling, twitching and dancing in pain.

kevin-206 kevin-208 kevin-213 kevin-215

Later, Rich has Kevin tied to a stool and lays into him with a riding crop and rawhide whip. Poor Kevin writhes and struggles in his bonds as he screams, cries and whimpers in pain, his muscular body straining as he pulls against the ropes trying to free himself. Its what happens at Reluctant Young Men:

ReluctantYoungMen_banner2

To see more videos like this, join Reluctant Young Men

First Time? – Part 02

By slavebladeboi

I sat looking into my empty coffee cup listening to the gurgle of the machine on the countertop that was making the coffee to go into it. I was feeling very unsure about the present contents of my basement. I told him I’d hold him to the agreement he’d signed, but I could see he was totally out of his depth there. Looking at the screen, where I could see him hanging limply in that spread eagle, he had diminished in size almost, certainly he wasn’t looking like the gym-fit stud that I’d carried in. Dejected and lost would sum it up. If I went through with my threat then he’d live, he’d be in pain for a lot of the time and arrive home sore, but he’d get over it in a few days, physically. Not so sure mentally. Would that experience put him off for life? Would he feel unable to cope and maybe turn his back on what could be the best thing he had in life for the future? Difficult to know, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to test that theory. So I planned something different.

I opened the door and slammed it behind me in one noisy move. He jumped enough to make those taut chains rattle. Walking up to him I stared straight into his face and waved the contract under his nose.

“This! This is your contract. You wrote some of it, you signed it and you swore it was correct. Well? Didn’t you?”

Continue reading First Time? – Part 02