Jason is finally going to college, and to make some extra cash for school he agrees to a blindfolded hazing session.
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Title of this shoot: Jason Hazed
The WORC Program – Part 07
By Joshua Ryan
I don’t know how long it took for Grig to unlock the door and take me out of the room, but by that time all the other workies were back in their boxes. End of another perfect day.
“How’d it go?” Grig said. “Buyer like what he saw?”
“I don’t think so,” I said. My job right then was not to break down in hysterical faggot tears.
“Too bad. Sergeant told me the guy’s got money.”
“Yeah. He does.”
“But I guess he’s lookin for somethin special.” We’d reached the door of my box. “In you go,” he said. And he locked me in for the night.
I hoped that morning would never come again, but it did. After that, every day was the same. The only difference was what I got to scrub or shine or wax–one or many times. Officers had a way of finding you on your knees, just finishing up your part of the hallway, and accidentally spilling your bucket all over it. “Too bad. Guess you’ll need to do it again, workie.”
Pictures: How to build a jail cell in your basement
Check out these pictures from roopurt (of FetLife) who built a jail cell in his basement, complete with a toilet, shower fixtures and even an under-the-floor cage! He posted more about this impressive do-it-yourself project on Reddit
Reddit post is available here.
Metal would like to thank roopurt for sharing these pictures, which are posted here with his permission.
Basement captive gets his hole used
Still tied over a stool, the basement captive is helpless as the masked man uses his finger to lube his tight, virgin hole, then fucks him with dildos as he moans and struggles while the man defiles him.
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This of this update: Basement Captive – Part 4
The WORC Program – Part 06
By Joshua Ryan
Actually, it was like, two rooms, one for the workie and one for the shopper. On the shopper’s side of the room there were two or three nice comfy chairs and a nice wooden table, with something that looked like a big notebook or catalogue that was open on the top. Then there was a polished wooden barrier, about three feet high. Then there was a space. Then there was another kind of barrier. This one went from floor to ceiling and was made out of steel fencing. Yeah, the kind of thing they make fences out of. After that, you were in the workie’s room. Where I was. I don’t need to tell you that there wasn’t any furniture on my side of the room, unless you count the two cams hanging from the ceiling. The lack of furniture made it easier for me to pace up and down, waiting for someone—Mike!–to come through the door on the other side.
By the time he did, I was completely revved up. And he was looking his best. I always liked him in those long, loose sweaters. The drapery showed whatever muscles he had. Surprisingly, his new slacks were perfect. Despite my not picking them out for him.
“Mike!” I said, rushing to the fencing. “I’m SO glad to see you! And you’re right on time!”
Getting Fucked by My Best Friend
By SockgaggedJason
The summer after we graduated high school, my best friend Tyler came to live with me for a few weeks. He had been kicked out of his home after some fights with his dad.
We had always played bondage games with each other. I developed a crush on him and our games took on a sexual overtone for me. He joined the wrestling team, and his body was really shaping up. We started, however, to have different interests and new friends at this point.
Considering we had drifted apart the last couple of years, his staying at my house was a way for us to rekindle our friendship.
One night he came back to my home after working out at a local gym. He had jogged back in his rubber jump suit because he was dropping weight. Tyler still had dreams of making it on a college wrestling team somewhere next fall even though he hadn’t actually enrolled yet.
