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10 Days in Detention – Part 10
By socalbd
“Stay put,” Dan said. “Remain on your knees with your hands behind your back.”
With those instructions I stayed where I was kneeling in the dungeon. I could hear Dan behind me moving around. When he came back to me he once again threw the transport hood over me and plunged me into darkness.
More sounds came from around me over the next few minutes. I could hear a door open here and there and movement of heavy items yet I had no idea what Dan was preparing for my punishment.
Eventually he returned to me placing leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He ordered me to stand up and guided me through the dungeon. My feet felt the cold concrete of what I thought was the cell since it was the only space so far I had been in that was not gym flooring under my feet.
Derrick Hanson is tied up in his football gear
Super Bowl Sunday continues with this post from the men of Bound Jocks. Josh West hooks up his electrical box to Derrick Hanson’s ass and thighs and shocks him until he is begging for mercy. At the end, Josh allows his wide receiver to cum.
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Morgan Black is tied up at Bound Jocks
Morgan Black is helplessly hogtied on a metal table as he squirms to get free. His ass is exposed and vulnerable as his ankles are tied securely to his thighs. Unable to get free by himself, he is rewarded by being flipped over and allowed to have his hands free to stroke his huge cock for the camera.
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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 10
By AlphaMetal
Day 3, Afternoon – A Prisoner Gets Used
The boys had only been resting for about an hour after the work detail when a man they had never seen walked into the dormitory. He was an older man — in his late 60s at least — with a gray t-shirt stretched over a large beer belly and a messy gray beard. The boys looked at his feet and saw that he was wearing black combat boots and jumped to attention.
The man with the gray beard looked over the four boys with obvious sexual desire. Pretty Boy remembered the “arrangement” that had been made — he wouldn’t have to suffer pain but in return he had become the camp’s sex toy – and he figured Gray Beard was there to fuck him. Pretty Boy imagined being penetrated by this fat man and wondered if it had been planned as punishment for disobeying the Commander the day before. But it was still a good arrangement. Pretty Boy hated pain and if he just closed his eyes and thought of his Master he could get through this.
Gray Beard examined the four boys in their blue prison scrubs, looking over each one closely. Pretty Boy was a cute twink but he was a bit too thin for his scrubs and they hung on him loosely. The Colonel was a total DILF — Cody would have bottomed for him happily — but the Colonel was obviously too old for Gray Beard, who didn’t give him a second look.
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The Story of Dax – Chapter 09
By TheBadOne
Before he leaves, Trevor locks the end of my armbinder to a ring on the floor, then shackles my legs together, and locks those to the ring too. He walks out wordlessly, leaving me in a puddle of his piss, moaning uncontrollably as I lay on my side in a strict hogtie. And then nobody else comes. I don’t hear anything except a drip of water from somewhere, echoing loudly into the space I’m in.
I think back to my lengthy sleepsack scene with Master Shephard. He told me that he was leaving me plenty of slack so that I could last, but I even thought that was tight. Now I realize that if this is the standard for tight bondage, the amount of wiggle room I had that night was in fact, comparative freedom. I long for it, for even the tiniest amount of purchase, for the ability to flex my arms even slightly, to be able to make any sound at all other than a pathetic, gagging, drooly sob.
As the minutes pass and my eyes continue to adjust to the dim light, I suddenly realize that there’s a mirror on the ceiling above me. I look up at it and see the gimp I’ve been turned into. Even alone, I’m humiliated. Vega was right, I thought I was some kind of a hot-shot, and I got put in my place.