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By Cutieboy90
Three months…
Three. Whole. Months.
That’s how long Stefan’s poor cock had been locked away for. And he was really feeling it as he sat down at his workbench after a long day. He took a moment to look over his progress so far: the hull was complete, the lower decks had been installed, most of the rest of the subassemblies had been dryfit, sanded, and several pieces had even been primed for painting.
The next step was to begin the superdetail. Nine sheets of thin photoetched brass, containing fine representations of vent grills, ladders, benches, deck chairs, pulleys, ratlines, stairs, window frames, and even the steering wheel. Additionally, there was a kit containing the masts, bells, and a sheet to make the crow’s nest. And at last, a small plastic bag with the ship’s three propellers, each cast in solid brass. Stefan could feel their weight in his palm.
By Cutieboy90
“Hmm…” Tyler mused as he inspected Stefan’s latest project, a 1/72 Airfix Spitfire. “Not bad, Stef.” He pulled out a pair of magnifiers and a small flashlight.
Stefan bit his lip in nervous anticipation. He knew he’d done it, but he still needed to hear it. He reached down and fondled the lock of his chastity cage. His balls ached. “Not much longer, guys…” Stefan thought to himself. He quietly watched as Tyler finished his inspection.
“Good job.” Tyler smiled. “I think… You’ve got a winner!”
Stefan beamed, his chest swelled with pride and relief. He looked down at his Spitfire. He’d have to make space for it on the shelf, but for now…
Tyler placed his arm around Stefan’s shoulders, gently caressing his pecs. Stefan moaned as his cock tried to harden in its tight steel cage.
With his lithe body covered with lash wounds and his muscles quivering in agony, Izzy Danger mumbles to himself unintelligibly. The man torturing him loves his body: its thin waist and broad chest, lean but with just enough muscle. Today young Izzy suffers the worst torture yet. The next day he remains chained on the table but still cums on command after being whipped with a riding crop.
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By Hunter Perez
I rode my bicycle up the driveway to my pal Jock’s home and found his garage was open. Parking the bicycle next to his Mercedes, I ventured into the garage and knocked on the door to the house.
“I’m downstairs, Bingo,” Jock yelled from the basement. “Come on down, I want to show you what I created.”
I came inside and found Jock at the bottom of the stairs to the basement. He was wearing a blue baseball cap that caused the ends of his reddish-blonde hair to curl in the most adorable manner, while his white t-shirt and black shorts hugged his tall muscular body.
“So, what do you want to show me?” I asked as I descended the stairs.
“You’re the first to see this,” he said in an excited voice. “It’s a prototype, but if it works I think I can make a fortune from it.”
I came into the basement and found a large wooden pillory at the center of the space. I pointed to the pillory and asked, “Are you building that for the Renaissance Fair?”
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