Matt signed the agreement, and now he’s at the mercy of sadistic tickle master Captain Ryan! The big man knows how to fully control and torment a chubby captive like Matt. With his ankles and arms strapped down to the bed, there’s no chance to escape as Captain’s fingers explore his near-naked body. Things soon escalate, and before long Matt is delirious with giggles!
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Title: Delirious With Tickle Torture!
By boyryan54
I pull off his rubber isolation hood, looking into his watery and bloodshot eyes. His eyes are pleading with me, and I can barely hear the muffled begging coming from his tightly tape gagged mouth. But I will not sway. He knows what the deal was, and how much I compromised to take him on.
Back when we met seven years ago, he was so cocky and full of himself, 25 years old and convinced the world was at his feet. He was constantly playing with other “doms” and tops, getting very pushy and getting his way when it came to play. After all, he viewed it as an honor for others to enjoy his body. Things changed a bit when he met me. He knew I was different and wouldn’t cater to him. In fact, I never approached the topic of play with him. I knew that if I withheld my passion for the bdsm lifestyle from him, it would drive him crazy. In his eyes, no man would ever refuse him.
By slavebladeboi
I sat looking into my empty coffee cup listening to the gurgle of the machine on the countertop that was making the coffee to go into it. I was feeling very unsure about the present contents of my basement. I told him I’d hold him to the agreement he’d signed, but I could see he was totally out of his depth there. Looking at the screen, where I could see him hanging limply in that spread eagle, he had diminished in size almost, certainly he wasn’t looking like the gym-fit stud that I’d carried in. Dejected and lost would sum it up. If I went through with my threat then he’d live, he’d be in pain for a lot of the time and arrive home sore, but he’d get over it in a few days, physically. Not so sure mentally. Would that experience put him off for life? Would he feel unable to cope and maybe turn his back on what could be the best thing he had in life for the future? Difficult to know, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to test that theory. So I planned something different.
I opened the door and slammed it behind me in one noisy move. He jumped enough to make those taut chains rattle. Walking up to him I stared straight into his face and waved the contract under his nose.
“This! This is your contract. You wrote some of it, you signed it and you swore it was correct. Well? Didn’t you?”
In a video at Serious Male Bondage, a gullible young man volunteers to be the subject of an unknown experiment for $50 cash. He becomes a little nervous when he’s strapped down to the table. He admits to the researcher that he didn’t actually read the contract word for word, he only “skimmed” it. But it’s too late! There’s no turning back!
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Title: The Experiment
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 10: So Long!
That was on a Friday, so maybe that’s why I didn’t hear from SLPOUTREACH until Monday. Which is when I read:
“SLP Participant Barlow: You have completed Step 4. Permission to proceed to Step 5 will be transmitted within the next three weeks.”
I was all serious serious serious when I opened the email, cuz I expected to see some big heavy statement, and then I felt like, “Oh. OK. What do I do now?” I didn’t really have anything to do except to keep going to school, which at least got me out of seeing my parents. I read in a book about some guy that was gonna be executed, and they gave him X amount of time to “put his affairs in order.” But I didn’t have any affairs; I just went back to school.
I knew that the SLP would come through with my orders, and I would do what they told me. Maybe you’re wondering, hey, you’re an American, how could they, like, enforce this commitment you signed? I mean, how could they come and get you, if you changed your mind? You’re right—they couldn’t. I had time on my hands, so I looked it up. Under “extradition.” The only way they could get me was if I actually went to St. B. But that’s what I’d agreed to do.
By convict 975468
GREG
Dave and I have been friends since high school. We went away to college but would get together on holidays, so we never lost touch. After college, we came home, and after a few months decided to become roommates. We are both gay, but we never got it on with each other, which was OK – we just seemed to be attracted to different types of guys.
Then we hit the jackpot – literally! We won the lottery – millions. We were very excited – partied for a week. Then the trouble started. Everyone – I mean everyone – wanted our money. Friends and relatives became so much more friendly – being gay was OK now. What was worse was the endless solicitations. Lawyers, accountants, investment advisors, just to name a few. No one would leave us alone. We had to do something.
By Rubrpig
Marc was tired from a long day on the lead trading desk. He stretched and his muscular frame felt stiff so he knew he was going to hit the gym when he finished work for the day. He had received his yearly bonus and since he was the lead trader for his firm, it was larger than he had anticipated so that had put him in a good mood. He looked around the trading room and he spotted the VP of HR heading his way so he knew he was in for another lecture about taking his accrued vacation time.
The VP had been after him for weeks to start taking his vacation time as currently he had 12 weeks accrued. He sat down as the VP entered his office. He held up his hand and told him to hold the lecture and told the VP that he would think it over and let him know in the morning. The VP nodded and told him that otherwise he would be left with no choice but to suspend him from work until he had used up all the accrued time.
Marc sighed and turned back to the computer screens and noticed a couple of trends so he executed several trades and noted with satisfaction that he had come out ahead once again. The New York market closed so he stood up, grabbed his jacket and headed out. After giving some orders and instructions to the night traders, he headed for the gym.
By Wakeysub
My Recon profile made it clear from the outset – inexperienced, overweight and desperate to experience life as the slave I was born to be. The one word which summed it all up was “desperate.” I have lost count of the number of times that I have found myself eyes closed, furiously wanking my pathetic cock while I fantasised about life as a slave. To save my cock from being rubbed raw, I invested in a small nub chastity device and locked my cock firmly away.
The feeling of my cock squeezed tightly in the cage reminded me of my real role. I still lacked the firm, unyielding controlling hand that I so desperately craved. I would start conversations with Tops on Recon but could never find the sort of attitude I needed. I did get offers to meet up, but I could never find the confidence to go through with them. – my logical brain was always holding me back. I was a sad, repressed wannabe slave with no prospect of ever seeing it realised.
Then it all changed, it was a Monday morning, and I was settling down for a typical busy working week when my phone beeped with the familiar tone to say that I had a new message in Recon. I always hope that this will be the one. I opened the app to read it as quickly as possible. It was a short message, but it got me throbbing in my small cage.
