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One Year – Part 17
By Taurus
Part 17 – “Sorry”
Russell was almost bursting into tears like the slave in his arms, whose arms clamped around his handler with all his might.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…”
Russell shushed and stroked the back of his slave to the best of his ability in order to quench the crying.
Taking initiative, he dialled the doctor.
“Ugh…it’s way too fucking late, just let me -”
“Sam, my slave just had a really bad panic attack. I need you here at Cell 1 right now.”
“Be right there, keep him alive.”
James continued his panicked chant of “I’m sorry” before Sam rushed in after five minutes and directed him to breathe deeply and slowly.
After half an hour, at 11 pm, James was more or less calmed, and able to talk again. Russell took off his shirt and sandwiched James’ head between his fuzzy chest and the shirt, wiping his tears off in the process.
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Brad gets tickle tortured
Once Brad is comfortably seated, Franco ties his legs together with rope and cuffs his ankles and wrists. Brad hisses and giggles as Franco tickles him in the armpits, and he tries unsuccessfully to hold back his raspy laughter when Franco tickles his inner thighs. All Brad’s muscles flex as the tickle torture of his upper body continues. Franco pauses to test Brad’s bare foot before heading back upstairs, tickling the inside of his pecs and his obliques. When Franco tickles the underside of Brad’s thighs, the tickling is so intense it makes Brad cry with laughter. And just when Brad thinks it’s over, Franco comes in from behind and gives him a torturous tickle massage.
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Male BDSM porn: Sebastian Keys and Aleks Buldocek
In the dungeons of the castle, slave #316 (Sebastian Keys) awaits with crop in hand as New Dom of the House (Aleks Buldocek) approaches. Mr. Buldocek orders 316 to work, worshipping his leather before beating him red and suspending him in the air for a flogging. Strapped down with electrical tape, 316 stares at the burning candles dangling above him as Aleks torments him with wax all over his body and face. 316 screams in pain so Mr Buldocek shuts him up with his hard cock down his throat.
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One Year – Part 16
By Taurus
Part 16 – “Help”
Russell stayed true to his word, and punished his slave.
Far from simply flogging, he decided his slave needed reconditioning. A recalibration of the senses and sensibilities, if you will.
James did not take it well.
Over the past months, James grew used to spending handler sessions with a naked Russell, who cuddled with him and offered him warmth extinct practically everywhere else he searched. Even during times he was not supposed to have fun, like training, he found sincere happiness in it.
Now, everything was taken away.
The walking laps in the sun where Russell sang cowboy tunes were no more. They were now no-nonsense, and the pace was stricter. Submissive training now included a lecture on his identity as a lowly slave.
Most heartbreaking for James however, was without a doubt the handler sessions before sleep.
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One Year – Part 15
By Taurus
Part 15 – “Treats”
Day 194. The day for James’ second pleasure session, and the last day of Riley’s stay.
James awoke to the all too familiar blaring alarm in eager anticipation.
In came through the cell door a slave and two handlers, no doubt Russell and Riley with his handler.
Riley was fully naked, and thrown onto James’ mattress as expected. The slaves were ordered to drink the protein shake breakfast together, and so they did, on all fours and side by side like pigs at a sty. Their teeth were brushed straight after.
What was not expected, however, was the proceedings of the pleasure session itself. Strangely, the slaves were left alone, both without restraints other than chastity, locked in the cell while their handlers left presumably for breakfast.
Regardless, they took the chance to play. They tousled with each other, with a hint of play-fighting – light slapping among a bit of wrestling.