And forced to drink piss out of a dog bowl
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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 13
By Greg Alexander
After the ordeal with the itching gel, in fact, as I have explained, I finally began to quickly get most of the feet in the frat down my heart.
As I got better and better at that task, of course, the frat brothers began to look for now excuses to punish me, and began to stress more and more the importance, not just of learning to identify each frat boy not just by licking and smelling his feet, but also by sucking his cock, licking clean his ass crack and swallowing his piss.
Each cock of course had it’s very distinctive own shape, and in time I also became better and better at identifying each one. Some of them were easier than others . . . Bryce’s cock especially was so enormous that it was hard to mistake for anyone else’s. It was a question of identifying which particular way their cocks curved when they were fully erect, obviously whether they were circumcised or not, how much pubic hair they had and how clean they generally kept it, and countless other more subtle sensory cues. Some of the guys moaned softly as I sucked them off, some of them grunted, some of them even w some of them were stone silent.
Training the Sergeant – Part 2
By lthr_jock
Davis let himself into his house and put the tote bag from the gym on his hallway floor. He saw some letters on the floor including a notification that an attempt had been made to deliver a parcel earlier. He raised an eyebrow – he hadn’t remembered ordering anything. Davis padded upstairs to his bedroom and stripped off his soiled uniform and then took a long slow shower. As he towelled dry, he looked at himself in the mirror. He grinned – the gym was really paying off. He had been doing well for years, but recently he was packing muscle on. He was sporting a fine 6-pack, though it was partially hidden behind his thick pelt of hair.
Davis headed back into his bedroom and looked at the clock. Damn – he had to get moving or he would be late for his appointment. He walked naked downstairs and collected the totebag and returned to his bedroom, emptying the bag and neatly laying the items out on the bed. He looked at it, his cock starting to harden and then began dressing.
Tied to the spanking bench at Brutal Tops
Snarling young Master Aiden appears in sportsgear and discovers that this pathetic sub is chained to a bench with his legs strapped wide open. He swipes the runt with a cane and has full access to his gaping arsehole and tender balls. Spreading the sub’s hole wide excites the Master, who soon can hold back no longer and ploughs his big dick deep into the runt’s rear, fucking him lick the little slut he is. This hard-fucking session causes real excitement to the sub, who soon has to swallow the top’s impressive dick. This makes the sub ream – it’s very long and fat and Aiden really knows what to do with it!
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Humiliation for a bent loser
At Brutal Tops, Master Aiden continues his vicious mistreatment of this feeble sub. The snivelling runt cowers under the Master as he thrashes him with a belt, writes on his forehead and dick and then rams his dick deep into his mouth.
The runt is ordered to open up his arsehole and push a huge dildo deep up his rear as the Master sneers with contempt at how powerless he has made his weak captive.
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Derek and Edward harass a fag
Two vicious Masters unite to damage this feeble sub. Derek and Edward find their sub alone and naked and scream abuse at him and order him to suck Master Edward’s hardening dick. With a belt in hand, Master Derek threatens the worm and then has the runt lick clean the stinking arsehole of his mate.
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The tables are turned
Handsome Master Lionel makes a welcome return to continue his vicious mistreatment of this pathetic sub. The top dominates the runt by lashing a dog collar to his neck and pulling him around. All the while threatening him with a severe beating, using his mean belt. The naked sub has to swallow Lionel’s spit before licking his boots and having his own dick harshly trampled on.
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VRansomwear – Chapter 3
VRansomwear
By POW
CHAPTER 3
Sunday began with Colin trying to wipe away the crustiness of dried sleep-gunk in his eyes. Still only half-awake, he went to rub them clear and found his fingers’ way blocked by the confining rubber of the hood. For a brief moment overnight, it seemed he had been able to somehow forget that he was a prisoner in a form-fitting cell. His waking had been gentle; he rose smoothly and gradually from the depths of sleep. The lingering vestiges of a pleasant but already fading dream left him with a general sense of well-being. He was comfortable in his bed, the temperature was mild… and so when his hand failed to wipe his eyes the memory of his captivity came crashing back all at once. His mood instantly plummeted.
It was a tight fit, but by using more of the talc supplied in the gym bag he was able to work a finger into the mouth hole of the hood and worm it all the way up to the inner corner of his eye, clearing the tiny but infuriating chunks away. He worried the suit might zap him for tampering, but it allowed his action without interference. Even so, the effect on his mood lingered, and didn’t get better as the day went on.
He had promised Eva he would spend the afternoon at her sister’s birthday party. Prior to a few days ago, he would have told anyone who would listen “I’d do anything to get out of going!”. Now, today, he realized that there were limits on what “anything” might mean; an afternoon with Eva’s family started to seem downright appealing in comparison. Still, there was no way he could show up there. She wouldn’t like it, but he had to tell her he wasn’t going.
Texting seemed best, although it was awkward with rubber-coated fingers. Eva would have preferred he call, but that would have meant a 20-minute-long bitch session he was in no mood to listen to. So he sent a quick “Sorry got 2 cancel 2day. Will make it up 2 u promise.” She took a while to respond, but when she did, to his relief, it was to say “Thats ok, know u don’t like this kind of thing,” which was much better than he expected. He sent back “Thanks, ur the best” in appreciation.
Then it was a scrounge for breakfast – food was running low; he would need to grab some groceries soon. Preferably downtown, far away from home. There were no visitations from muscle-bound deities, so he was on his way by noon.