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Brig Story – Part 01

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By Tommy Guns

I remember it as if it was yesterday. It was Tuesday, May 11th, 1971, the day I woke up in the Brig, my hands and legs tightly shackled to the bars at the head and foot of the rack on which I was laying. Most of all, I remember the smells. I was laying in my own waste, dried blood and vomit staining my ripped uniform blouse, and a tear at the knee on the left leg of my uniform trousers. There were the smells of despair and hopelessness, and the scent of cold, hard, oily steel, mixed with way too much pine cleaner.

But I still don’t remember much of the three days that preceded that May 11th, or what had brought me to that place, on that memorable day, in the disreputable state I was in. But I do remember what happened after my rude awakening by the sound of a nightstick being banged against the solid steel door of my cell.

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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 15

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By Greg Alexander

As I dangled from the basketball hoop, trussed up, totally helpless, and in constant pain from the excruciating hanging wedgie, the frat boys proceeded to ignore me completely for the next hour or so, as they fired up the grill and begin to whip up a spectacular feast. The frat boys had given me some dog food mixed with peanut butter for lunch, but I realized, in spite of everything, that I was pretty hungry . . . and of course, suffice to say, no one offered me any of the food.

The frat boys ate burgers, hot dogs, grilled corn and peppers and chicken.

They also made tacos and burritos, and, as if that weren’t enough, someone brought out a massive bowl of beans, which they eagerly began to devour.

During the whole time that they grilled, I simply dangled there, smelling the delicious aroma of food that I was not allowed to have.

Later, as the light began to fade, as the frat boys ambled around the yard and chowed done on their ample food, they began to pay attention to me again . . . much to my chagrin.

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Video: Jared has Curtis locked in the pillory

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Scroll down for a free video preview from the men of Dream Boy Bondage. In this episode, sweet, innocent Curtis is locked in the pillory, spanked hard, fucked harder and shocked with electrodes attached to his balls. Jared is unstoppable.

Young Curtis is bent over and locked in the pillory, completely naked and terrified. He knows he is going to be hurt; he just doesn’t know how. Then Jared appears, wearing nothing but skin-tight athletic briefs. He holds a short, leather strap – a device made to beat a captive’s ass. Jared spanks Curtis hard, then shows him a huge, rigid dildo. Curtis can’t believe his eyes: The thing must be a foot long! The poor, helpless prisoner screams and moans as Jared fucks him for an hour. Curtis thinks his ordeal might be over, that the ass-fucking was the climax. He couldn’t be more wrong. Jared puts a steel ring around the base of his balls, then attaches two electrodes. “What are you doing?” Curtis asks, on the verge of panic. Then the first shock hits. There are many more to come.

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Title of this shoot: Curtis – Torture Twink – Part 5

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