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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 08

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By Greg Alexander

I was so scared I could have shit my pants. There I was, bound, gagged and completely helpless, at the mercy of a bunch of muscular frat jocks who at this moment had every reason to hate me, and every motive to extract their revenge. All I could do is crane my neck and stare up at them, a desperate pleading look in my eyes, as the row of pledges stared back at me, distinctly unforgiving smirks on each of their faces.

“Remember,” Trevor was saying to them, as they all looked down at me, none of them taking their eyes off of me, “the little shit bag has pictures on his hard drive of all of you naked, elephant walking around the basement of this fraternity. Little creep likes to sneak in here and take pictures of us late at night. Don’t ask me how. Now, pledges, it is up to us, the brothers of Delta Psi, to scare the cocksucker straight.”

The pledges were nodding enthusiastically at this.

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Video: Bradley is shaved and tortured on the rack

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At Dream Boy Bondage, Bradley has been flipped over onto his back and strapped to the hinged wooden rack, his back arched and his lean abs sucked in seductively. The man behind the captive’s ordeal is obsessed not only with his beauty and huge cock but also his youth and innocence. He instructs Jared to shave off all the hair from Bradley’s torso – including his pubes. Jared eagerly complies – then sprays the resulting razor burns with alcohol! Bradley looks on in horror as he’s shaved clean – he knows this can’t be good! – and gasps in pain when Jared sprays his raw arm pits and pubic area with alcohol then smacks them with the crop. Still, he quietly absorbs this pain and humiliation, hoping, naively, that these men won’t hurt him too badly.

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To Defile

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By Bikermike

Defile (transitive verb) to befoul; to pollute or corrupt; to violate (Chambers 20th Century Dictionary 1983 edition)

I walked round, assessing what needed to be done. How long would it take? What instruments would I need?

I gave a few prods and punches to the object hanging there in the middle of the room. I suppose it could be described as a perfect specimen of masculinity, secured by chains from its wrists to an electric winch attached to a beam across the ceiling. It was naked except for a tiny pair of red lycra shorts that left very little to one’s imagination: if its penis became erect the shorts would be of little use as far as modesty was concerned.

This boy (for that’s what he was) was, I suppose about twenty five, six feet four with a swarthy complexion, zero crop hair and with about a week’s beard growth on his face. He also looked as though he had spent every day for the last eight years in the gym.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 21

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By lthr_jock

Clark yelled into the muzzle as he woke up, his muscles aching and his back spasming with pain. The restraints afforded him little movement and while he slept his muscles had locked. Despite his yells, little sound leaked out of the muzzle and didn’t disturb anyone outside the cell. He moved himself to a sitting position and stretched as much as the restraints allowed, staring at the blank wall and wondering what the time was. He thought it was the next day – but he had absolutely no idea. He also had no idea whether Morrison was actually coming back – he thought he would, but if he didn’t Clark would be exposed once the restraints were removed and his bondage ordeal would be over. But that would just be the start of another ordeal as his superiors explored how this had happened. They would go over his life with a fins tooth-comb as he would be suspected of being involved, and everything to do with Samuel would be discovered.

As he thought about it, he felt his cock rising and tenting the front of his trousers. Clark sighed. The bondage was arousing enough and he could reach his cock to give himself some relief. He was tempted to do it so that Morrison would have to pull on his trousers with Clarks sticky load inside, but he didn’t want to have to endure that himself. It had been bad enough when he had used the toilet on the day before – with his hands restrained in front of him he could just about work his trousers down far enough, but it took ages to pull them back up.

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Aaron gets overpowered and fucked over

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At BreederFuckers.com, Aaron is one slick greedy bastard. This con artist has been overcharging vulnerable people all over the city. The young cunt thinks that just because he’s got the face of an angel and a confident attitude he can get away with emptying the pockets of any old pensioner. They’re going to teach this sexy fucker the true cost of his dirty schemes. When they set him up, not only does he try to charge an exorbitant amount for work that doesn’t need doing, but the filthy bastard takes any opportunity to steal money from their wallets and piss in their plants. Just when he’s mentally calculating how much money he’ll have to blow later at the strip club they knock him to the floor and subdue him. He’s so shocked he can do nothing to prevent his trousers being yanked down to show us his pale pristine straight arse. Dave crushes him to the floor and Adrian rams his cock into his untouched hole. He screams and howls, but Dave shuts him up soon enough thrusting his hard vengeful dick into the bastard’s screaming gob. They pound him raw and slick up his sphincter with spunk. Aaron has got off on fucking people over for long enough – it’s time that he learns what it feels like to be royally fucked!

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Bondage and torture

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Liam refuses to accept his new lowly position as a sexual slave. He swears and bucks against his restraints like a wild animal demanding release. His endless angry whining tests their patience. A ball gag is fitted to reduce his vicious invectives to pitiful moans. It’s going to take some hard discipline to teach him his place. This stubborn hetero deserves to have his arse beaten. Adrian rubs up against Liam’s hairy arse, feeling how he tries to clench his cheeks together. But once his tight pants are destroyed, Liam is totally exposed and helpless to stop the relentless caning. Dave lays into him with the flogger, making Liam nearly bite through his gag. His big full balls are tied and weighed down. Every second feels like an eternity to him now. His body trembles and sweats with the searing pain and psychological agony of not being able to stop this excruciating torment. Pegs are fitted all down his body in a string of rope so with one swift pull his body feels like it’s on fire. At the same time, Dave delivers a swift punch to his stomach, leaving the sorry straight fucker totally breathless and in a state of shock.

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In a Romanian Insane Asylum – Part 2

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By Mister-X/Spartan

After the article appeared, I was inundated with requests for television interviews. I also got requests from a number of people who were into choking guys. One of the ones who was interested in choking me also said that he was an agent for sports figures, and figured that I would have gotten requests for television appearances, and would want an agent to represent me. I decided to contact him before contacting anyone else.

He turned out to be a big burly guy. He told me a number of things. He said that I should start dressing and acting the part of my persona when I make public appearances. That made sense. He said my persona was of a young, somewhat smart-alecky guy who liked to have my clothes be tight around my neck. He said further that on seeing me, he could see that I was also good-looking, which would be a plus in television appearances, and also had a slim body, which could be highlighted with my clothes.

Since I had been in a tight canvas straitjacket, he recommended getting canvas shirts custom-made which had a collar that went up to the top of my neck and was smaller than my normal neck size. When he said that, I told him that I wasn’t turned on by having something going up that high on my neck, that I was turned on by being choked. He replied that it didn’t matter, that my public persona was of someone who would wear clothes like that, and that is what the public expected.

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