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By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Six: Captured by the Baldy Bikers
The roar of motorcycles died down as we pulled into a clearing deep in the woods. Firelight flickered off twisted tree trunks, casting eerie shadows over the makeshift biker camp. Many tents and oil drum fires surrounded a large circle of dirt in the center of the camp, with a row of heavy-duty choppers parked in a line like wild animals at rest. Off to one side I saw an old-fashioned barber chair, the black leather seat torn and stained, but its chrome and porcelain gleaming in the firelight. At the other end of the camp I noticed several objects, all under filthy tarps, one appeared to be a large crate of some kind.
They yanked me off the back of the bike and dragged me toward the center dirt circle. My wrists ached from the cuffs, my breath coming in short gasps. I was shoved to my knees.
“Welcome to your New Life, boy,” Q-Ball sneered.
At My Dirtiest Fantasy, Ollie Blue gets chained to the ceiling in a cellar and is forced to endure the kind of torture that you might have thought had been outlawed by international courts a long time ago! Nevertheless, this horny blond prisoner is a distinctly willing participant, as two hot studs – one white, one black – go the whole hog to push the captive to the breaking point; ball-gagging him, whipping him, clamping his nipples, and eventually pissing all over him like a common slut. Instead of letting the pup go, the studs thrust their cocks down his very hungry throat; and then clamp open his mouth so that they can wank off the contents of their ball-sacs right down his throat. What’s more, the perv doesn’t so much as gag as he’s forced to swallow spurt after fucking spurt of fresh spunk!
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Title of this shoot: “Tortured Twink, Scene 2” with Alexis Clark, River Wilson and Ollie Blue
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By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Five: The Road Ahead
The clang of our kettle bell weights echoed through the quiet carnival grounds as Viktor and I pushed through another intense workout. My arms burned, my chest heaved, and I relished the feeling. The weightlifting sessions were no longer just about training — they were about proving myself, about matching Viktor rep for rep, about standing beside him as an equal.
But then, the sharp call of a whistle cut through the still evening air.
“Meeting! Everyone, gather up!”
The voice belonged to Rufus Crane, the head of the carnival. His tone was grim, and the moment Viktor and I stepped outside, we could see the unease settling over the performers and workers. They clustered together near the main stage, faces lined with worry.
Meanwhile at Bound Twinks, sadistic twink top Tyler Tanner has Andrew Bolt’s body as bound in its leather straps as he has the captive’s mind bound in lust. It’s been a few months since Tyler threw the timid prisoner over his fuck bench, and he’s expected, ever since, that the hot bottom would come crawling back for more. They always do.
Which is why Andrew found himself, yet again, with duct tape over his mouth, a leather collar around his neck, and the jingle of metal locks rattling at his wrists. There wasn’t any fear when Tyler ripped the tape off and shoved his fingers in Andrew’s mouth—instead, there was submissiveness, acceptance, and yielding toward what was to come.
And what was to come was complete control of his body given to his Master. Tyler’s free reign led him to smothering Andrew’s mouth, nipples, and eventually, his jock-strap framed, spread ass cheeks with his tongue. Tyler reapplied the duct tape over Andrew’s mouth and rimmed the bound twink without hesitation.
Satisfied with the taste of Andrew’s hole, the master twink gave his bound bottom a few slaps to his cheeks—just enough color to leave a mark, just enough sting to let him know what was coming next. Tyler tugged at the restraints to ensure their tautness, then rose to his feet behind his captive. He guided the head of his member between Andrew’s cheeks and pushed into his slicked up, needy hole.
And in this moment, if there was ever doubt in Andrew’s mind as to why he came back to Tyler’s dungeon, it was destroyed by the piston of Tyler’s hips. He was speared by a rod of far larger length than he had ever considered taking before, by a captive male of devastating appeal, and in a way that reduced him to empty thoughts of anything except wanting more. Tyler filled his thoughts in the same way he filled Andrew’s hole: repeatedly, and without mercy.
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