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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Title of this vid: British Submissive Spanked
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.
This is a story about adults, and for adults only. It is entirely a work of fiction.
PART 1
Chapter 1: Greetings from Your Vacation Planner
I’d never heard of the place before Roger mentioned it. Roger was my online friend. We’d been chatting about BDSM stuff; that’s how I met him, on a BDSM site. That night. we were getting into prisons and chain gangs.
“But if you are seriously interested in the study of penal servitude,” he said, “I would recommend that you examine St. Bevons. It has, allow me to suggest, appropriate ideas on the subject of penal labor.”
That’s the way Roger wrote. I hadn’t been chatting with him very long, but I’d learned a few things about him. He came from an Indian family that had settled in the West Indies, and he’d been sent to school in England. It wasn’t natural for him to use contractions or not to spell an idea all the way out. “If you are seriously interested in the study of penal servitude . . . . ” I could imagine the way he pronounced the phrase: in-ter-EST-ed, PEE-nall, SERR-vi-tude. He never discussed his profession except to say that it involved “international investments, that sort of thing.” When I replied, “That’s what I did too, before I’d made enough money to quit,” he didn’t rise to the bait. He wouldn’t say much more about himself—although his reference to “staying in Switzerland for a while—business again” and his comment that “the hot men in Paris always seem to cluster around the Ritz, especially if they have no money” let me know what social class I was dealing with.
“What’s St. Bevons?” I asked.
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I really like the way Shawn takes his punishment like a man. In Part 2, Rich has Shawn tied to a spanking bench and beats him with a cane and crop. Shawn twists, gasps and grimaces in reaction to the sting of these instruments.
But he’s a tough, brave young man and he takes a good beating from Rich.
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By FirefighterSIR
Part 5: The Workout
“Uggh! Uhhh uh uuhhh…” the slave panted, trying to catch his breath around the rubber ball gag gripped in his teeth. His lips pulled back and his jaw opened in a desperate attempt to draw in air, drool gushing out in thick ropes that dripped down his chest and abs onto his cock finally exposed after three days of confinement.
His muscled arms had been pulled back and stretched over a bar against his back and chained to the spreader bar shackled to the slave’s ankles. The slave’s balls were chained to an eyebolt in the ground, causing his nuts to be stretched and tugged with each new punch during the Captain’s workout. The slave’s head snapped back from the flurry of jabs directed at his punished bruised abs again. He growled deeply into the gag and more spit flew.
The bar behind the slave’s back was just high enough to keep the slave’s sweat and dirt streaked body stretched out and open to the Captain’s human punching bag workout. The first morning rays of the sun broke over the distant hills and reddened the scene on the bare hilltop. The Captain had rigged the bars and chains among the bare framing of the new compound He was creating.
It was a long, hard spanking for Owen. This video opens with Owen stripping down completely. Tom then uses his hand, a birch and a cane on Owen’s red butt. The strokes of the cane are hard, and Owen feels them keenly. Owen struggles, grunts and groans during this spanking. Of particular note is Tom lightly spanking Owen’s balls. It seemed something out of the ordinary was in order, and a little ball punishment worked great. Although Owen earned this hard spanking, at the end of the video Tom hugs Owen and tells him all is forgiven. Until the next time, at least
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Title of this episode: Owen Suspended Part 2
By Rubrpig
I sat back in the chair in my part-time boy’s living room and breathed in slowly to calm my anger with my pair of boys. I still cannot believe the risks that pair took but they did and in a way I have to be proud of them. They reacted to their specialized Marine Corp Recon training and did what they know best but it landed them in jail alongside of me, sentenced to a year in jail and riveted into heavy 5 point chains. I rubbed my wrists where the shackles had rubbed the skin and sighed.
The boys were in the kitchen seeing what they could find for dinner but my full-time boy came back in and reported that there wasn’t much. They were suggesting that we order out for Chinese food or pizza. I nodded and told them Chinese food.
After the food came and we finished eating, I found myself nodding off and I looked over at my boys and saw they were as well. I told them to leave the dishes and it would get cleaned up in the morning as we all needed to get to bed. They nodded and put the left-over food in the fridge and we headed upstairs. As usual I went to the master bedroom and the boys headed to the guest room. When staying with my part-time boy he sleeps in the guest room unless ordered to sleep with me.
