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Blake is chained in a heavy metal collar
Check out what happens to Blake:
There are ELEVEN hi-def videos of this prisoner available for download from Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: “BLAKE ELLIS – Total Submission”
You Wanted This
By Locked22
“You wanted this, slave.”
The voice spoke confidently through a speaker overhead as Derek stared at the collar.
This wasn’t just any collar. “It must weigh ten pounds” he thought, as he lifted the massive metal object off the floor of the cell he found himself in. It was a beautiful piece of ironwork, with an integrated locking mechanism that removed any need for a bulky padlock. A length of heavy chain stretched from an anchor on the wall to the collar – long enough to allow a wearer to sit or stand, but not long enough for the wearer to get close to the door of the cell.
He knew that if he closed it around his neck, there was no going back.
Not that there was much chance of that as it was. He was naked, save for the chastity cage that had been a constant companion over the preceding month, and alone in the small cell. He didn’t know where he was, or even who he was about to put himself in the custody of.
Journal to Hell – Part 02
By rts
Looking around my cell (as much as my posture collar permits), I see several chains hanging down from the ceiling, several eyebolts imbedded in the walls, the floor is dirt, and the air is hot and stifling. I am thirsty. The ball gag is getting unbearable. I’ve been here for a while, maybe 2 hours. I can’t move around much with my collar chained to the wall. I have to piss, and my arms cuffed behind my back are beginning to hurt.
I hear some noises outside my cell, rattling chains and heavy boots stomping along, someone shouting “move it fags” and a few heavy doors slamming and then the sounds of a key unlocking my cell. The door opens and a leather-clad and muzzled prisoner is shoved inside followed by 2 skinheads, one holding the chain locked to the leather man’s posture collar, the other holding what looks like a remote control box.
“Halt Fag” the one holding the box commands, and he immediately stops. The skinhead looks over at me. “Take a good look you sorry faggot, this is your immediate future.”
Denying Thumper pics from the vault
I was going through some old emails recently, and I came across these pictures that chastity blogger Drew sent me, which are of fellow chastity blogger Thumper:
See more from these guys at their sites, The Drew Duality and Denying Thumper
Pleasure and pain for the captive
Denis still hasn’t finished with Liam just yet, with the captive kneeling on a table, wearing his chastity device and neck held back by a chain collar and with his hands tied behind his back, Denis removes the chastity device and starts to jerk Liam’s cock. But it’s not going to be all pleasure for the captive, as soon his entire body will be run over by the pinwheel, to be later whipped before continuing with the pleasure moments!
See the video HERE
Site: MyDirtiestFantasy.com
Title: Wheel of Misfortune Sc. 2 Pt.1 – Liam Butler, Denis Skala
Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 15
By AlphaMetal
Day 8, Evening – The Colonel and the slave
It had just begun to get dark and the Commander and the man Cody thought of as “the Colonel” were relaxing in the living room of the Commander’s trailer after supper. Each had a glass of bourbon and they were smoking cigars to celebrate the officer’s successful week at the camp. The Commander was incredibly proud of his old friend and his friend was proud of himself as well. It was an experience that would make him an even better Dom and give him greater confidence about taking charge of a boy. It was getting time for him to settle down, after all, and having just retired from the Marine Corps as a major general a few weeks ago, after a long career in the service, he finally had the freedom to complete that part of his life.
The Commander and his old friend drank their whisky, smoked their cigars, and discussed old times, and began comparing notes about Cody, Wrestler, and Pretty Boy.
About an hour later there was a knock at the trailer door and the Commander said, “Come in.” The slaveboy entered the trailer and saw the man on the couch with his glass of whisky and cigar, the man whose sore muscles the slave had massaged. He noticed the man’s black boots and his heart skipped a beat. He was thrilled to see the boots.
Continue reading Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 15
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