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Here’s another guy who gets worked over at Spanking Straight Boys. Carter is 21-year-old straight college dude with a 3.9 grade-point average (translation: he’s smart). Today, Tom has the spanking tower ready for him. Carter didn’t even know that bondage was a possibility, so he was definitely surprised by the tower. He was also surprised when Tom proceeded to shave his butt with electric clippers. Tom knows that being shaved in such a vulnerable position is highly embarrassing, so he takes his time. He spends over 16 minutes shaving Carter’s butt, crack, butthole and taint. Tom then begins spanking Carter. He uses his hand, a riding crop, hairbrush and a whip. Carter has trouble remembering to address Tom as “Sir.” This is only Carter’s second spanking, so he still has much to learn about obedience and respect. Tom will be happy to teach him.

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Island Master UK – Part 08

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By Wakeysub

I woke with a start. My collar was pulsing. Master East was stood staring at me in the glaring light of the cell. He pressed a button on his control. The restraints released and the cage door swung open.

“Out.”

I removed the headphones and clambered out of the cage. I stood naked in front of him. My feet were set wide apart in the footprints printed on the floor. My hands behind my head with my fingers interlaced. I was focussing on his brightly shone boots. It felt like such a natural position for me to be in. My cock throbbed in its cage. He undid the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I swallowed and adjusted my jaw to try and get rid of the stiffness.

He clipped a leash to my collar and pulled me forward out the door and up the stairs. He walked quicker than Master West. We were moving towards an area of the Island I hadn’t visited before. We followed a path through the trees and into another clearing. I was faced with what looked like a construction site. Around the clearing, other slaves were working – wielding picks, digging with spades and carrying away the soil and rocks in barrows.

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Island Master UK – Part 07

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By Wakeysub

[Please remember that EVERYTHING that happens on the Island is consensual. Although the use of safewords has consequences on the Island, they are always observed. If the situation called for it, the safeword would stop the scene. The fact that the slave would be rendered unconscious and would have to be carried away on a stretcher is academic. All limits have been agreed on upfront and are strictly observed. The slave in the story had long, detailed conversations with IslandMasterUK during which he was able to draw out all the slaves deeply hidden fantasies and part of the joy of the Island is that it is a “safe” environment where all these fantasies can be realised. Had the slave in our story not been so naïve (or horny and frustrated) he might have been a lot more prescriptive in his limits – but then again, where would the fun be in that? The limits we are seeing played out are the ones which drove the slave’s fantasies in the discussions.

I hope you are enjoying the story – it’s great to get your feedback either here or on my Recon account. If you have any suggestions for where the story should go let me know. After all – he signed up for a four-week holiday and we are only on the second day!!]

Master West leaned forward and clipped the leash onto my collar and disconnected the dildo cord. A yank on the lead pulled me backwards. I struggled to stand and follow him. My jaw ached, and I moved it from side to side to relieve my joints’ stiffness.

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Island Master UK – Part 06

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By Wakeysub

“What the fuck??” I woke with a start. The room was pitch black. Did I just imagine all that? I went to move my right hand; it was locked tight. I couldn’t move my left arm either. As I panicked, I became aware of the gag rammed deep into my throat. I started retched uncontrollably again. “What the fuck have I done?” In my head, I was trying to relive everything that happened from the minute I stepped off that fucking train yesterday. This can’t be happening – this wasn’t how I pictured it at all.

In an instant, the light in the room went from pitch black to white-hot. My eyes struggled to adjust and focus. The cage door swung open I hadn’t even heard Master West enter. He was dressed differently in tight leather trousers and a harness that really showed off his well-defined muscular body. Even in my traumatised state, I couldn’t help but get aroused by the sight of this walking wet dream. As my cock woke up, it painfully rediscovered the pins in the head of the cage. He smiled when he saw me wince. He leant forward and removed the headphones.

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Paying the Full Price – Part 4

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By UKDeviant on Recon

UKDeviant on ReconIt was clear that I had to follow the rules – to the letter. Any omission or deviation would result in not only the loss of the points to earn my release, but also a penalty. To make it more complicated, Nate was clear he could add new rules or change the existing ones whenever he wanted. The penalty points for not being correctly collared or cuffed were a very clear example of this, and I was going to learn the hard way from that – I would need to be very careful in the future. While I was the victim of this scenario, I loved it. It was exactly what I was after. He had picked it out of my RECON profile. I was getting what I had asked for.

I re-read the list of the points I could earn and how. It looked like if there was a timer lock specified, then a photograph of the timer lock, presumably running, would be sufficient evidence. The Bluetooth padlock, once locked on, could only be opened by Nate so we would both know when it was locked on and when I asked for it to be unlocked.

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