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Matthew suffers in the dungeon

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At Dream Boy Bondage, Matthew’s eyes roll back into his head as the agony of having clusters of clothespins bite into the most sensitive parts of his body continues, but his master, Anthony Martin, knows he can take the pain. He strokes his slave’s smooth body and beautiful cock, loving the feeling of pain emanating from his trembling body. Suddenly, Anthony yanks off each pin – a whole new level of pain for his young slave. “Let’s see if this cock still works,” Anthony sneers, stroking and sucking Matthew’s wounded dick and body. Sure enough, despite the fear, humiliation and pain – or because of it – Matthew gets rock-hard. Anthony keeps his slave erect, on the verge of cumming, for an hour, then finally lets him erupt. And rope after rope of jizz spews from his cock. Anthony makes his slave say “thank-you” before leaving him to struggle alone, bolted to the X-cross, naked, in the cold, lonely dungeon.

Matthew suffers in the dungeon

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Title of this episode: Matthew Connor – From Fantasy To Nightmare – Chapter 7

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 03

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 3: Sentimental Education

So I’d got up in the morning so bored I could hardy drag myself to the shower, and by fuckin five in the afternoon I was lying on the bed, thinking how easy it turned out to be to get a cock into your hole, and how easy and AWESOME it was to get your cock into some other dude’s hole, which is something I NEVER could picture that I would EVER do!  Ever!!!  Well, I could picture it, but . . . .

Dinner that night was . . . different.  I used to be kind of ashamed of my parents, who were, like, about 20 years older than they really were, and that’s why they went to resorts like that, so they could be around the other old people.  I don’t think I knew exactly how I felt before, but now I did, and when I looked at them, it wasn’t like they were even my parents, you know?  I’d just got misplaced somehow, and ended up with them.  But mainly I was looking at all the dudes in brown uniforms running back and forth, taking out the plates and filling the water glasses.  Fuck they were hot!  I wondered who they were screwing, out behind the kitchen or wherever.

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Old Warrant

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By Hung in Handcuffs

I thought I would just be able to slide through that minor traffic ticket with a quick guilty plea wearing dark jeans and a bright white polo before catching the NE Regional to meet up at my buddy’s house to hang out. I was a young guy — and it was just usual traffic court so I would apologize, pay up, show the judge respect and call it a day.

Turns out there was a change of plans, there was a severely overdue fine from a parking ticket I had gotten back in college during finals that had somehow slipped my radar. Awkwardly the judge informed me that I was automatically remanded into custody since it was an outstanding warrant, in front of a packed courtroom of people who forgot to update their tags or had minor speeding tickets.

Shocked, I allowed myself to be quickly handcuffed behind my back before almost forgetting my bag. Still stunned, I quickly nodded back at my backpack sitting under the chair I had been waiting in for my ticket number to get called.

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Video: Trouble Bound

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A young man visiting Las Vegas with his friend is mistakenly accused of using an electronic device to make the slot machines pay out at a mobster’s casino. His friend is caged while he is taken to San Francisco to find the guy who invented the device. The story takes several twists and turns from there. Watch the trailer here:

 

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 02

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 2: Quaint Local Customs

You don’t need to be on St. Bevons very long before you know they have all different races there.  So Patrick was some kind of Asian and the other one–Dobie, like it said on his shirt–was white.  Not surprising.  And they have their own accent or dialect or whatever.  I mean you hear it but not from the ones that have any money, lol!  Patrick had it, but underneath you could tell that he had to be an American.  Same for the other one.  You knew it by how they said things.  Like when Dobie said, “Yeh, we be outta you way soon sir.”  These guys on the island, like cooks and so on, always said “waaaay,” like it might go on forever, and when they got to something like “sir,” it was “sirrrr.”

But these two guys didn’t sound like that.  They sounded like I sounded when Dan took me to his room and gave me a beer (thanks, Dan–finally!) and I did my imitation of islan’ talk till he told me I was drunk and I should knock it off.  So you can learn to talk that way, but you might not be perfect.  Anyhow, Dobie and Patrick pulled off the bedclothes and brought in some new sheets and fluffed up the pillows and went in the bathroom and scrubbed and flushed and mopped and sprayed, and all the time they were chattering away in islan’ but the way they cranked their shoulders and slung their butts was totally USA.

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