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Chase: Sub Training Camp – Part 02

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By Zac Loughty

This story is about adults, to be read by adults only.

The author would like to thank his Discipline Monitor for his ‘encouragement’ to get this story finished, and for proofreading this story.

Chase (rien) has arrived at camp. He’s wearing his new camp uniform and is about to get his leg irons fastened around his ankles.

“Alright! You’re beginning to look like proper subs! Just a couple steps left. Next, we’ll be applying your irons,” Russ informs us.

We all groan. I guess I forgot about the irons. I was hoping maybe we’d only have to wear them on the van.

“We’re not worried about you subs running away. There’s no place to go! The rattling of your chains serves two purposes. One… it’s easier to find you when we have a job for you to do, and two… you’re reminded that you’re nothing but a sub with every step you take. Every time you move your feet, even just a little bit, you’ll hear a ‘clink’, ‘clink’, ‘clink’. It’s music to my ears! That sound will remind you to obey! Do you understand, subs?”

“Yes, sir!” we all shout.

“Chain ‘em up!” Russ orders.

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 11

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 11: Come On In—We’re Open

The place didn’t look like much.  It looked sorta like a motel and sorta like a grade school—one story, flat roof, glass doors, dorky lookin sign . . . .  But there were lots of plants around, so you couldn’t see everything.  I guess I was too nervous to be disappointed, but I’d expected something more impressive.  I looked at my phone.  I was 20 minutes early.

So what now?  Would I get in trouble if I was early?  Disobeying orders!  OK, I’d wait.  I’d spend my last few minutes just hanging out, thinking.

I looked around.  There was a bus stop on the corner, and a bench with nobody on it.  I sat down there and looked back at the SLP building across the street.  I could see some more of it now.   Behind the office building or whatever, there was a long concrete wall, with razor wire on top.  I hadn’t seen much razor wire in my life, just in bad neighborhoods I guess.  It was used to keep people out of places.  Like junk yards.  Or the back of some storage place.  But the stuff I was looking at–that was obviously to keep people in.  People like me!  Once I went through those doors, I’d be inside the razor wire.

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Jordan gets spanked on the bondage cross

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Tom uses his hand, a riding crop, yardstick, paddle and cane on Jordan’s firm butt. Tears well up in Jordan’s eyes at several points. He tells Tom that he has been good since his last spanking and doesn’t deserve to be spanked as hard this time. Tom might have agreed with Jordan, but Jordan makes this a hard spanking on his own by repeatedly screwing up the count. At the end of this video, you’ll also hear Jordan discuss what it’s like to be spanked on the Bondage Cross.

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Title of this episode: Jordan on the Bondage Cross

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British Submissive Spanked

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Check out what happens at Reluctant Young Men. Ashley is a 38-year-old, gay porn star from London, England, with a lean, defined body, a submissive who still bears the scars from his last session with another dom. Now he’s tied to the spanking bench, and he gets punished for showing up with the marks of another man. He moans, pants and whimpers, squirming and twisting in his restraints.

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Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 05

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 5: You Must Take the Tour

A taxi took me to the headquarters of the State Labour Program.  It was a couple of miles from the hotel, and on St. Bevons, a couple of miles makes a lot of difference.  The street was wide but almost deserted.  A few old frame houses straggled along, but most of the frontage was warehouses or wholesale places—Stor-It-Here, Pure Products, Empress of India Auto Parts . . . .  Because it was St. Bevons, everything was wreathed with tropical foliage, even the razor wire fences around the parking lots.  But you could see why this part of town wasn’t on the tourist itinerary.

The cheerfulest place was actually the SLP building.  Nothing to brag about, but they did make an effort to fix it up in a “colonial” style, and the foliage facing the street was well maintained.  Even the little strip of grass in front looked like it was trimmed by hand, every day.  As soon as my shadow approached the glass doors, a slappie jumped out and held one wide for me, bowing.  A man at a desk—a real man, not a slappie—stood to welcome me, asked if I were Mr. Lansing, and said that Major Timmons was awaiting me.  Within a minute I was comfortably seated at a table in the Major’s spacious office, watching the morning light play across his ebony features.

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