A captive wakes up in bondage

A muscular young man wakes from a dream to find himself tied to a cold, metal table instead of his warm bed. Still groggy and confused, he struggles and moans through a gag as a masked man enters and starts to fondle and grope his sexy, firm body, then begins to rip and cut his clothes. He’s helpless to defend himself as the man slowly exposes his smooth, muscular chest, thick thighs and bulging biceps. The helpless young man grows silent with fear as the man cuts away his briefs to get at his big dick and full, ripe balls.

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Halloween by ty dehner

By ty dehner

Some would have you believe that Halloween is a time for evil spirits and mischief behavior. Well, for many it is one night for them to gear up and go out in public. But for my Master and me, Halloween occurs nearly every day. Master is a Man who is very creative, always keeps me guessing and challenging me in new ways. Our nearly eight months together have let us learn a great deal about each other, and continued growth is on the horizon.

I was anxious for Halloween, for Master had told me that we would be going out to celebrate the night at the leather bar in town. This would be my first Halloween with Master, and it felt good to have his influence in my life. He instructed me that he would select my costume for the night, something he knew I would thoroughly enjoy.

We normally didn’t head to the bar until later in the evening, and I didn’t think Halloween would be much different. But as I have learned, thinking sometimes gets me into trouble. Around four in the afternoon Master asked if I was ready to get into costume. “Yes Sir!” was the first and only thing out of my mouth.

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The WORC Program – Part 17

By Joshua Ryan

I woke up the next day, and I was still a workie. The other workies knew what I used to be. My former friends knew what I was now. But nothing had changed. Nobody actually cared. After all, I was just a workie. I was a workie the day before; I was a workie now; I would always be a workie. Unless this was all a fuckin nightmare, and I was about to wake up. Or unless Mike and Jerry were gettin their rocks off, shaming me and hazing me, and when they got through, they would throw me out. That was my only hope.

I went back to washing the floors and scrubbing the toilets, and the other workies went back to whatever. Marky and Mr. Meyers took me on their little trips into town. I got better at slogging workie suits from the washer to the dryer. The nights got cold, and the boss brought out a stack of colorful quilts for us to use on our beds. I was ready to puke, it was so faggy. I slept under my ratty old workie blanket, and froze.

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