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The Wrestler

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wrestler-108Bound and gagged, tied to the rafters of the locker room, the young wrestler struggles, trying to breath through the ball gag in his mouth as a strange masked man cuts and tears the uniform from his body. Fondling and groping as he goes, he slowly reveals the young man’s well developed pecks, six pack abs, and bulging biceps, until he slowly cuts away at the shred of fabric to expose his impressive cock and balls.

wrestler-113Left alone by his assailant, the young wrestler hopes that his ordeal is over, but his turns cold when a second man enters the room, roughly taking hold of his exposed cock. This new assailant intends to take advantage of his helpless situation, and works the young man’s cock to erection. The wrestler tries to resist the unwanted, pleasurable sensations being caused by the man’s cold, rough hands, to not embarrass himself, but it’s no use. The young athlete is powerless to resist the man’s insistent hands and he soon erupts in a powerful orgasm, spilling his man juice in shame and degradation.

wrestler-312Now a third masked man enters the locker room carrying a black leather paddle, fondles the helpless wrestler’s bubble butt, then begins a brutal assault with the paddle. The defenseless young man can do nothing to protect himself as he howls in pain, hopping and jumping about in response to each painful blow, his spent cock bouncing about as he jumps, trying to avoid the brutal beating

wrestler-414Now with his legs tied to a bench, his feet in the air, vulnerable and defenseless, the young wrestler waits in fear while the masked man gathers his tools and approaches him. He cringes as the man starts to beat his feet with a cane, first over his socks, then directly on his bare, tender soles. He beats the poor young man’s feet without mercy as he screams in agony, writhing in his restraints, his eyes wide open in pain and panic, with the muffled sounds of his pleading through the gag filling the locker room.

wrestler-505Tied face down on the bench, his butt spread wide, the poor wrestler whimpers in fear when the masked man returns with the cane. He pauses to fondle the athlete’s firm bubble butt, then starts to whip them with the cane, inflicting the harshest punishment yet. The cane stings as it bites into his flesh, leaving red stripes on his white skin to trace each impact. The young wrestler breaks down when the man continues with a riding crop, his pained, pitiful cries filling the room as he cries and pleads without shame

wrestler-618In spite of everything he’s been through so far, the young athlete could not have anticipated what was to come next. Still tied face down, his ass cheeks spread wide, the crazed masked man was now going to fuck him. Using his finger to lube him up, then a series of dildos, he subjects the young man to the ultimate degradation, forcing the fake rubber cocks into his tight, virgin, straight jock asshole as he grunts and moans in total defeat and humiliation.

 

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The Boxer’s Gloves: Two Points of View

By slavebladeboi

Part 1: The Boxer

It was only as I was passing the table in the hallway on my way down to the dungeon that I glanced down and noticed them. The slave was in the habit of buying me little presents from what remained of his allowance for running the Fireblade at the end of the month and on this occasion it had been a pair of black leather sparring gloves. I picked them up and looked at them. They had arrived in the post the previous morning and I often mused as to whether the postman wondered about the anonymous parcels that we received on a regular basis.

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DZ Ranch Land and Cattle Company – Part 1

By FirefighterSIR

Travis knew it was too late, but he was already inside the gate.

Sweat dripped down his pits into his tight grey tank top and stained the edge where it tucked into the tight Wranglers, cinched up with a brown belt and a big rodeo buckle won back in high school.  The wet tank revealed his smooth skin spread tightly over his wrestler’s build, still white despite the days of drinking out on the lake that summer.

His thick striated pecs were topped with large flat nips while his arms highlighted the thick triceps and veined bicep from years of wrestling training.  A light sheen of golden hair fuzzed his forearms to match the tight buzz cut on his sweaty head topped with a worn camo ball cap.

Travis looked once more at the card he had been given a few days before.  Just looking at it made his cock jump:

 

Unlock your true potential. Challenge yourself, dive deep, and become the man you want to be.  Wrestlers and Footballers preferred.  A Life changing experience.  DZ Ranch Land and Cattle Company

 

Followed by a handwritten password for the company website.

He had just left the big Bass Pro Shop down in Manteca when a dark uniformed man had approached with a smile.  The slick fast talk had not distracted Travis from looking over the muscled, bearded Daddy who proffered the card.  He said he was looking for models for a new hunting lifestyle magazine.  A lean, muscled biker with a drooping trucker mustache and dark glasses had accompanied the first man, constantly scanning the entrance for other prospects while the Daddy spoke.

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