At Reluctant Young Men, Emanuel gets tied face down with his ass in the air, his long sexy legs and cute, smooth butt looking so good. He then gets beaten by hand, paddles and crop.
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Title of this shoot: Emanuel Bound and Spanked
By Steellock and Slavebladeboi
He woke as the morning warm up exercise session started. As usual the strong grip of the rubber sleepsack was His first feeling, how His feet were tight up against the padded end of His Storage Box with the strap holing them firmly in place; the rubber sack, tight and restrictive up His legs gripping them together; He felt his hands in their custom mitts in the end of the arm sleeve, how last night He had pushed them through the narrow rubber wrist gap and each finger had slipped into its own little sleeve, His hand splayed out gripping His upper legs; the straps round him, one over His forearms tight enough to stop movement but not too tight to be intrusive; the top strap round His chest that just stopped any deep breathing so it’s effect on His body was always there.
He loved that strap. He opened his eyes but, of course, couldn’t see anything except the dark, black inside of the thick, padded hood that was padlocked round His neck. It’s three straps round His head also padlocked, two around his head at eye and mouth level and the third holding His jaw firmly shut. Just knowing the locks were there was such a thrill, He never grew tired of it! Hearing them click shut each night relaxed His mind. As He did every morning He tried to move his head and felt the tight grip of the ‘U’ shaped rubber ‘pillow’ that gripped him, holding His head still. He gave a quick heave of his body and – as always – got no movement.
By Jockboy
“Front leaning rest NOW, shithead!” said my still unseen captor, giving me level #2 jolt from the shock collar around my neck to emphasize his point.
He’d just told me the shock collar level went to level #10. Level #1 and his talk of the punishment regimen to come had caused an unauthorized hard-on and an unauthorized pre-cum leak onto the concrete cellblock floor in front of the punishment cell.
I was in deep shit.
My conduct had earned me a trip to the basement dungeon where five of his buddies were waiting. I’d been promised an indoctrination punishment workout, a severe beating, and a hogtie in a cage.
And I hadn’t even been in-processed, shaved, strip-searched, disinfected, and issued my uniform yet. I was in a correctional boot camp whose purpose was behavior modification and instilling discipline and obedience.
Continue reading Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 02
Emanuel is on his stomach, ass in the air and available for a long spanking with the masked man’s big paddle. He cries out in pain and anger as the man spanks him hard and relentlessly, his long, sexy legs kicking and squirming as he suffers thru the humiliating ordeal. But his predicament gets worse as the man switches to a wooden hairbrush and increases poor Emanuel’s pain and anguish.
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Title of this update: Emanuel – Part 4
By Jockboy
It all happened at once. The capture hood came off at the same time I was jolted with a shock from the punishment collar around my neck.
I had been manhandled and stripped in a surprise abduction 24 hours before it was scheduled, then spent hours being transported in the trunk of a car. Not a word had been spoken. I had no clothes, no money, no ID, and no phone
Now I was standing naked outside what looked like a brig cell. I was naked except for my handcuffs and leg irons. The sweat was streaming down the valley in my pecs like a river. My huge biceps and washboard, six-pack abs never seemed so useless as I screamed in pain from the electroshock.
Then I heard the words I’ll never forget from my unseen captor.
Continue reading Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 01
By AlphaMetal
Day 2, Evening – Pretty Boy’s Fate, Part 2
Pretty Boy stood before the Master inside the trailer with his hands still cuffed behind his back.
The Master looked at his boy and said, “You fucked up, boy.”
Pretty Boy looked sad and said, “I know, Sir,”
They looked at each other for a long moment and then the Master gave the handcuffed boy a warm and supportive hug. “Let me take those cuffs off, son,” the Master said, and he removed the handcuffs.
“Are you scared, son?” the Master asked.
“Very much,” Pretty Boy replied honestly.
“I know. It’s OK. Don’t worry, boy. Sit down.”
“I have spoken with the Commander and you won’t be hurt,” the Master said.
Pretty Boy was so overwhelmed with relief that it flooded through him like tears. The boy was so grateful he didn’t know what to say so he just kneeled in front of his Master and opened his mouth slightly.
“Thank you, boy, but sit down. We will do that later. I have missed that but we need to chat.”
“Yes, Sir,” the boy said.
“First of all, this is your one pass this week. If you hesitate or disobey again I have given them permission to punish you, and you will not get to see me or talk to me before it happens. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Continue reading Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 08
By Bikermike
I received a message on Recon from my buddy Malcolm from Bourne, Lincolnshire. He described the fun he had had with a young guy a week or so before. The guy’s Recon profile name was “Black Knight” or something similar, he was thirty three years old and had a slim, gym fit body. Apparently, he couldn’t get enough of playing the “sub” or “slave” role, and could take all sorts of punishment. I immediately felt envious and more or less told Malcolm so by return message.
A day or so later he messaged saying that the lad had wanted as much BDSM experience as possible and that he was almost insatiable; the rougher and harsher play the better. Malcolm went on to say that he had suggested to the guy that he contact me, maybe to arrange a meeting. His actual name was James, he lived in Norfolk, and rode a Honda Fireblade. That would be handy for him: I live not far from Kings Lynn, at the opposite side of the Fens from Malcolm at Bourne, so not so far for him to travel.
Just before the weekend I received a Recon message from James, aka. “Black Knight Blade”. It’s easier to relate the exchange of messages verbatim:
Continue reading Prod – Part 02: Black Knight’s Further Adventures
