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Chapter Two: Induction
The compound wasn’t on any map. Surrounded by rusted fencing and tall mesquite trees, it sat like a secret in the heart of nowhere—half ranch, half fortress. The main building looked like a converted barn, only the reinforced doors and surveillance cameras hinted at its true purpose.
Peter stumbled up the steps between the twins, their huge hands still gripping his arms. The door creaked open, and the blast of cool, conditioned air hit his sweat-slicked skin like a slap. Inside was a stark, dimly lit room lined with metal lockers and pegboard walls hung with restraints, batons, coils of rope, and iron collars thick as wrists. A worn leather barber chair sat at the center beneath a spotlight, its chrome arms fitted with heavy straps.
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Description: Jesse Ferrer is eager to submit to Muscled Madison and his incredible body-builder physique. Madison enters the dungeon to see Jesse fully restrained by wrist and ankle cuffs and a spider-gag in his mouth. He starts by giving Jesse a ruthless taste of pain with the riding crop. Jesse handles the pain so well that Madison sees fit to write “SLUT” directly on Jesse’s forehead. After proceeding to lock Jesse’s cock up in chastity, Madison continues dishing out the torment with a brutal flogging. Next, Madison wants to test the depth of Jesse’s submission using the Venomous Tongue. With Jesse’s wrists restrained to his ankles up in the air, his ass is completely open for Madison to plunge the Venomous Tongue deep into Jesse’s hole. Once Madison has felt that Jesse’s ass has been sufficiently opened up for his cock, he has Jesse suck his thick cock to get it wet and ready. Finally, Jesse gets fucked until he is begging to be used a cum-dump. For being such an obedient slut, Madison graciously allows Jesse to cum, but only with his leather gloves around his throat.
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By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter One: Trespass
The Texas sun was a cruel, unblinking eye in the sky, scorching the blacktop and everything around it. Peter wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and habitually ran his fingers through his long blond hair like a comb. He cursed under his breath. His rental car—a cheap sedan that had looked dependable enough back in Austin—now sat silent and steaming on the side of the road, its hood up like a white flag of surrender. The nearest sign of civilization had been a lonely gas station fifty miles back. He hadn’t seen another car in hours.
With no cell service, no breeze, and no luck, Peter shouldered his backpack and headed east across the dusty plains, hoping to find a ranch, a house, a human being—anything. The ground was cracked and dry, dotted with stubborn tufts of grass and the occasional mesquite tree. He passed a wire fence that looked like it hadn’t been repaired since the Reagan administration. He didn’t notice the sun-bleached sign nailed to one of the posts:
