Yoshi is at Axel’s disposal. Intense sounding and punching, no hole will be spared.
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Site: Axel Abysse
Title of this video: Hardware, Part One
Thor didn’t quite get the fuss. It was only a mug, so what if he had broken it? But it seemed that deliberately smashing it on the floor, even in delight, wasn’t accepted on Earth. He had been so desperate for a drink. After spending all night and day walking the barren wasteland he had finally found a town and entered the first place he saw that looked like they might serve drinks. He found the place a tad strange but he had been to many realms and took in the different culture with ease—until he broke one of their rules of etiquette, apparently, by breaking the mug once he had drained it of water.
“You broke it, you clean it up,” the owner had told him in a stern voice, thrusting a dustpan and brush at him to clean up. And so Thor was doing menial work, on both knees with a dustpan and brush, cleaning up the broken shards of mug. Completely oblivious to the view of his ass he was giving the customers and the looks they were giving it back. He finished up quickly, it was only the one mug, and deposited them in the bin by the counter.
The owner eyed him up. He was a man who was not muscled but not with fat either, an average frame, maybe more so, and a bushy brown moustache with his finely combed hair. “Now you’ve done that you can pay for the damage and get lost.”
The Third Slave
The third slave didn’t know how long the ride had been, just that it seemed to last forever. He was shifting uncomfortably from the pressure on his bladder when the van came to a stop.
The driver opened the door of the van and stepped in. Before unlocking the slave’s leg irons, the driver pulled up the legs of the slave’s jeans and locked a stun cuff onto each of the slave’s legs.
“Do you want me to demonstrate these?”
The slave shook his head vigorously. He’d seen demonstration videos online.
“Then keep your mouth shut and follow my instructions.”
The driver removed the slave’s wrist shackles and fitted him with transport irons: A waist chain with a handcuff on each side. After these shackles were in place, he removed the leg irons and freed them from the ring in the floor. The driver directed the slave to sit at the edge of the van, his legs dangling out. The driver reshackled the slave’s legs. The slave was grateful that the irons went over his jeans and away from his Achilles tendons.
Part 12 – adaptive_conversion_executable-v0.3
Luke awoke with a start, startled by the rattle of the metal cage he was in getting kicked, which intensified his torturous headaches. If only he could call for the axe of Hephaestus to open the way for Athena.
Luke’s freedoms had always been diminishing, but now he was subject-
Matt could not bother to put him in a bed, or to even lay him flat. Or rather, he was too active in taking care of his very naked and very large guest. Luke was stuffed into a cramped cage in Matt’s dungeon and given just a leather pillow for warmth.
“Had a fun day out yesterday? Meet any friends? Get any nice food?
“Blow a big load, even?”
“No, sir, I -”
Matt felt his heart rate fall and managed to get his breath. He felt his body start to relax and was able to do that exploratory wriggle that bondage guys love. Just exploring the feelings, what he could move (virtually nothing) and what was holding him. As he was not wearing any kind of rubber or leather suit he could feel the multitude of straps tight around his body from the ‘full-body’ suspension harness. Strapped around his waist, chest, under his crotch, around his legs at 4 levels, his arms strapped to his sides and hands in the leather mitts that were also strapped to his upper legs. His boots held tight in the base straps of the harness. His head was resting in a ‘U’ shaped padded pillow and unable to turn. It was in an inner, tight, thin rubber hood that was moulded to the shape of his head with a latex full mouth gag, and he could still feel the slight soreness in his nostrils from pushing the air pipes through and round to the back of his throat.
Then he felt the comforting feeling of the heavy Sci Fi hood with its locked straps and collar over the top; the one he wore every day and night and was the centre of his kink life.
Day 2, Early Morning – Flogging
Morning light was already flooding through the windows of the dormitory but the four boys were still fast asleep, worn out from the previous day’s intake, which for most of them took place after a long drive to the campground.
Alpha entered the dormitory and banged a police baton on the metal cover of a trash can, waking the boys. Behind Alpha was the barefoot slave, again wearing shorts and his white tank top with the small chain padlocked around his neck. The slave pushed a cart of trays down the aisle of the dormitory and gave each boy a tray with a mug of hot black coffee, a glass of orange juice, a bottle of water, and two protein bars. The slave spoke to the boys gently – “You have 15 minutes to eat breakfast” – and then Alpha and the slave left the dormitory.
Each boy sat up, with one ankle still shackled to the corner of his cot, and silently ate his breakfast. In 15 minutes Alpha and the slave returned and Alpha unlocked each boy’s ankle restraint.
The slave pushed his cart down the dormitory aisle and gave each boy a tray with a small disposable tooth brush, a tiny tube of toothpaste, a small bar of used soap, a small towel, a disposable razor, and a travel-sized can of shaving cream. The slave explained that the boys had 20 minutes and motioned for them to follow him to the bathroom. It was a large room from the days when the dormitory accommodated 40 boy scouts. There was a line of 10 sinks against one wall, 10 urinals against another wall, and five toilets against the third wall, open to the room with no dividers.
“You may brush your teeth and wash up in the sink,” the slave said to the boys, “and you will each shave your face. You may use the toilet if you need to. You have 20 minutes.”