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The Prison Writer – Chapter 21
By Joshua Ryan
***This is the final chapter***
I know there are some mystery books that have a last chapter where the detective gives all kinds of explanations. Steven said he never did that, because “the story ends where it ends.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said.
“It means that I’m bored with all your talk about writing,” Steven said. “You’re trying to get me to start writing again. Do a book. Smuggle it out.”
“That’s right.”
“Sorry,” he said, grabbing my cock and pulling me down on the bunk with him. “I’ve got better things to do.”
All of our literary discussions ended like that. So I’ll just do what I want and write some stuff about how things turned out.
Obviously, I told him the whole story about how I’d bribed my way in here, and he told me the story about how he’d done the same thing. He made me excited when he said he’d done it to write a book, but then he laughed and said, “That was a bad idea. I found out I hadn’t really wanted to write any stories; I just wanted to live in one. So now I am. And finally getting to enjoy it. End of story.”
Amone faces nine hours on the bondage cross
Meanwhile at Dream Boy Bondage, Amone Bane is strapped to a wooden cross, flat on his back, naked and alone. He hears the whirl of a motor and feels himself rising off the ground. The cross stops just three feet up and Axel Johnson appears, pulling his cock out. If Amone were not an athlete, he’d simply be crucified. But because of his strength he must endure much more. Axel shoves his pulsating cock into Amone’s mouth. The prisoner accepts the fact that he must please this man sexually and hang on this cross for two extra hours. After enjoying the captive’s mouth, Axel pulls out and cums all over him — then raises him up. Amone cannot believe the strain on his crucified body. In one hour he is in agony, from his straining pecs covered in cum to his trembling legs. And he has nine more hours to go!
VIDEO at Dream Boy Bondage
Title: Amone Bane: Three Days Of Pain – Chapter 7
SFDom and his stainless-steel prisoner
In a video at Serious Male Bondage, SFDom has a captive padlocked into a rigid metal body frame.
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Title: GERMANY IN SEPTEMBER – PART-2
Logan gets bolted to the wall
Logan gets bolted to the wall at Dream Boy Bondage wearing a super-sexy outfit – skintight jeans, black T-shirt and a Lycra hood.
He is about to get a lot more than a scolding from sadistic stud Jared. First step: Ripping off his shirt and cropping his pink nipples. Logan’s screams are like angels singing in gay BDSM heaven.
Title of this video: Logan: Twink Torture – Chapter 1
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Foster gets tied up at Chaos Men
Vander had fun doing this Edge video at Chaos Men! If you look closely, while he is getting tied up, Foster has a boner in his gym shorts. He enjoyed himself too! His dick springs to life quickly. He has a big one too! Vander enjoyed having control over Foster’s rugby-style body. LOTS of fantasy elements on this one, as Foster only had a few limits for his first time out. This is a hot one. Vander and Foster both should be proud. They each pushed and performed awesome
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The Prison Writer – Chapter 20
By Joshua Ryan
***This is the second to last chapter***
Three years had passed since I saw Steven on the Maskawa ferry, but I’d looked at the pictures maybe a thousand times, and yeah, that was him. His head was bald, but his lips were still thin and his nose was still the kind I used to see on all those guys in prep school — long and narrow, as if it wanted to look down on everything. And eyes never change. The eyes looking at me were the same eyes I saw in the picture on the back of my first Steven Meres book.
The rest was totally different. The body on the bed was packed into its uniform like a shell in a cannon. Every inch was filled with muscle. When he stood up, you could see the ripples moving under his white tee and the flex stretching his denim thighs. Hot, very hot when combined with the little pointed chin and the intelligent brown eyes. Which looked me up and down. I remembered meeting a guy in a bar who gave me his address and told me to come over in an hour from then. When I got there, I was met at the door by his boyfriend, who was packed exactly like this guy and was giving me the same look.