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Brad is turned into a collared muscle slave

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In hetero Brad’s new life of sexual subjugation, he’s not allowed to passively lie there getting his arse pounded. No, he’s now entered a life of total slavery. When they are not fucking him, they want him serving their every need while wearing nothing but a pair of tight white briefs and a bow tie. After a hard day of stretching straight man’s sphincters and making them scream, they kick back with some refreshments served by this muscular bonehead. Brad is such a thicko he’s slow to learn and must be directed with brute power. They have been trodding through piss and filth all day, and nothing will get their boots clean like this straight man’s tongue. Brad experiences absolute humiliation as he kneels naked before them, cleaning boots. Leashed at their feet, all it takes is a swift jerk from the chain attached to his collar to get him to obey. The stupid bastard is still slow to serve. He’s given a firm lashing with the flogger that makes his arse glow red. Next they make him suck our cocks and take a hard arse pounding. His big meaty rear is covered in sperm, which Adrian licks up to feed directly into the fucker’s mouth. Brad gags, feeling the cum sliding down his throat while his face burns with shame.

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The Examination – Part 2

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By Slavebladeboi

“According to my notes your Master calls you Zero, is that correct?”

“That and other things.”

“Like…?”

“Zilch, nada, zip, nix, shit head, … anything meaning nothing really.”

“We’ll stick to Zero here then. OK Zero. You’re here for a bit of re education. It can take as long as I want it to. I fill in the forms so if I don’t think you’ve reached your goal then you haven’t. I can make it as short or as long a process as I like. Let’s see how we get on.”

He looked in front of him without any expression.

“Mind you, it’s not all thumb screws and whips. It could be of course” I laughed quietly to myself remembering an incident last week, “but not necessarily. With you I‘ve decided to start somewhere else.”

I unlocked the base of his chair and swivelled it round 180 degrees so he was facing my work bench rather than the mirror wall.

“You see I have a range of items, whips, floggers, hoods, gags, irons to fit all manner of places on your body, clamps, chains, ropes, just to name the first shelf. However, with you perhaps we should try and find the problem you have with your position as slave.”

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The Examination – Part 1

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By slavebladeboi

I looked through the one way glass as they wheeled him in. He looked about 19, fit, tanned, 5 10 or so, short jet black hair with eyes to die for. Well he wouldn’t actually have to die for them. I’d already been ordered to get everything I wanted out of him, but alive this time.

Oh well.

The three goons that dragged him into my “Initial Examination Room” as I liked to call it, so much nicer than “torture chamber”, were typical types. Heavy, muscled, hairy bears, none of them under 6’3” and wearing the uniform for their jobs in this wing, leather leggings and boots with heavy rubber aprons and bibs. Sometimes they wore fingerless studded gloves too but these were not uniform, just impressive.

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