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The Story of Dax – Chapter 06

By TheBadOne

I feel the weight of the massive plug in my ass, hear the ringing in my ears and the beating of my pulse before I actually regain consciousness- a slight wooziness that is familiar to me- Donovan must have kept me knocked out with chloroform while he transported me to the ticket booth, my final destination for tonight.

‘Ticket Booth’ is generous. It’s a steel cage at the entrance to the dungeon, and there’s only enough room in it for me, a clipboard with a list of names- codenames from the looks of it- and a button I can push to unlock the entry. There’s a special, private event tonight- uninvited kinksters who didn’t get the memo will be turned away.

I raise my hand to pick up the list and take a look at it, and only now realize that I’m shackled to the bars of the cage, too- with heavy metal restraints. I can move enough to press the button, and that’s it. I look up into the crowded bar and see that I have more than a few eyes on me. At least I know I look good. I move my body- to the extent I can- to the music, and wait for the first guest.

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Compression and cock draining

At Boynapped, it’s never just a simple hand job when kinky Master Sebastian is in control. Casper is being reminded of that once again in this constricting scene of boner pleasure.

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The slim and smooth captive is strapped up in a cross position, wrapped in tight plastic and with a gas mask over his face for some appropriate breath control, then the master sets to work on the twink’s uncut cock. Revealed from the plastic and encouraged to stiffen, Casper’s cock gets a thorough workout while Master blocks the air supply, pegging the prisoner’s scrotum for his own entertainment, wanking him until his muffled moans of pleasure accompany a spurting shower of cock juice!

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Title of this shoot: Casper Ellis & Sebastian Kane

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Captured – Chapter 2

By Rubrpig

The guards at the gate of the castle sounded the alarm that riders were approaching the castle. The garrison of the castle responded and ran for their positions on the walls overlooking the drawbridge and main gate. The gate guards began turning the winches that lifted the drawbridge which would prevent the riders from gaining entrance until it was determined if they were friendly. The riders stopped and called over for the gate to be lowered. The guards recognized the riders as the men that the Baron had dispatched with the ransom demand for the Earl of Wessex who the Baron and their lord has captured at the Battle of Bosworth.

The drawbridge was lowered and the party clattered across the heavy timbered bridge and entered the courtyard of the castle. The men dismounted and their armour clattered on the cobblestones of the courtyard. The party of knights had been forced to ride in armour due to the total collapse of any law and order after the defeat of the king and seizure of the throne by Henry Tudor who had been hailed as Henry VII.

The men entered the main block of the castle and were told that Baron Robert was waiting for them in the hall. The men entered the hall and as they entered they saw Baron Robert sitting in his chair of state on the dais at the end of the hall. They removed their helmets, the padded caps and their sweaty grimy faces were showing how exhausted they had been on the 3 day ride to Wessex Castle to deliver the ransom demand for the Earl and then their ride back.

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James – Part 6

By Thunder

Oh fuck, indeed. This man whose boots I was licking was my business partner’s son? How the hell did that happen? When did he grow up? And how fucking hot is he? I had not seen him since he was a kid, and now that kid would be walking me? Damn. Again, how did this all happen?

As those thoughts swirled in my head, I realized that he had attached a leash to my collar and said, “Let’s go, boy.” As we started to walk into and around the woods, he reminded me that he believed that no dog should ever talk and that during our walks, which were scheduled for an hour each day this week, I would be rapidly punished if I said a word. However, that did not mean that he could not talk and, fuck, did he ever.

He discussed how hot he found it that he was able to walk a man like me and to help in me finding my proper place in life. He said that he and Todd met a year or two ago when he was owned by his first Master, a retired military captain, who wanted him to be further trained which is how he was introduced to Todd, who employed him to walk the dog he had been training at that time. He told me he didn’t like that dog, as he was a “twink with no soul that thought puppies should yap and wear clip on tails” but that he really enjoyed it later when “that twink was in all ways a dog never to even stand again,” but a job was a job, though he was much happier with me now.

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James – Part 1

By Thunder

Based on a true story

My name is James. I am a 51-year-old man who has been married to his husband for 23 years. I am an athletic, masculine CEO of my own wealth management company in Atlanta, though I travel extensively. I am a high-profile, type-A, driven man in my professional life, but in my personal life, I am, well, I am a dog.

An all-fours, naked, collared human dog.

Yes, for the past ten years, I have been a full human dog owned by my husband, Alan, the owner of a local restaurant that is the go-to place for breakfast and lunch in Atlanta.

Last night, Alan and I hosted a small dinner party for four of our kink-positive friends. It was a casual evening with the five of them gathered around the kitchen island drinking wine and eating lots of great things that Alan had prepared. They said it was a beautiful display of food, but from my all-fours vantage point of about 3 feet off the floor, I couldn’t see the top of the high-top counter, so I didn’t really know what was there.

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True Life Part 2: The Next Day

By ty dehner

After an exciting and long night, i woke around 10am. Sir was gone, i remember he had to be to work by 7.30. i slept right through his morning. Now I was feeling selfish. i should’ve been up to make his coffee (after i learned how he likes it), to put on his shoes and to take my assignments. And i would’ve given him a goodbye hug and kiss for the wonderful things he introduced me to last night.

Last night was great. Sir taught me so many things that i know i will use repeatedly to make myself better. when Sir got home he rested a bit and we talked about his day, family and working out. i removed his shoes and gave them a working over by massaging them. He then had me try on sweats he found and wanted me to wear and I cooked dinner. He let me eat off a plate this time, but i was on the floor at his feet. This was a good moment. i did things correctly, didn’t start eating until Sir did. i enjoyed my position of looking up at him. His conversations were interesting and continues to inspire me to continued growth and change. After dinner we had a moment of affection, hugging and kissing. Sir really makes a boi feel appreciated and loved. He makes me want to more to prove my desire to serve him further.

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