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Tied to a filthy mattress at BreederFuckers

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Officer Kieran likes to think of himself as a real hero. With a tip-off about seedy and disgusting practices going on at the BreederFuckers warehouse, he goes to investigate. Just when he thinks he’s saved the day he finds himself tied to a filthy mattress.

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He discovers too late the kind of perverted den of sadistic men he’s entered into. He’s tied spread-eagle to a bed, stripped of his uniform and subjected to bare-handed spanking. He’s spit-roasted and made to swallow cock while the men surround and dominate him.

 

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-3

By Bondagegimp

Awakening

Walking through this garden gate has a special, almost symbolic impact on me. Sure, Bob’s property extends all the way to the street, but this area enclosed by bushes and a fence has been my world until now, a world in which Bob held me captive. Now I’m leaving it. Now I’m leaving Bob.

Oh Bob, why do you have to make it so hard for us? A few concessions would have been enough, and I would have stayed. But he’s completely uncompromising. And so contradictory! He wants me to stay, to submit to him, and yet at the same time, he’s not attracted to slaves who submit willingly. The two guys in the bar offered themselves to him, but that’s precisely why he didn’t want them. He wants to feel resistance, he wants to force, to subjugate. And yes, sometimes that turns me on too, I admit it. But just because I find some things arousing doesn’t mean I can simply give up my whole life. Does he really love me, or does he just want a plaything to satisfy his sexual desires?

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These images are from a video on the 30 Minutes of Torment channel at KinkMen. It involves three separate and intense torture scenarios:

The Pit: Straight stud James Riker stands with his hands bound above his head with a blindfold covering his eyes. His jock is torn away as Van starts stroking James’ cock. Once he’s rock hard, James endures dual flogging all over his body. His blindfold is removed as the intensity of the flogging increases, challenging James with every lashing against his body.

The Padded Cell: Bound in the straight jacket, James’ tossed around the padded cell like a rag doll before he feels the sting of the cane.

The Electric Chamber: The straight stud is then bound in a chair with his head locked in a vice grip as electrodes are attached to his thighs and bands around his fat cock. Van torments the hung stud with pulses of electricity while attaching small clips all over his torso. An electric butt plug is shoved up James’ ass while he’s tormented with the zapper shocking him all over. After tearing away the small clips from the boy’s torso, Van milks a load out of James’ giant cock and finishes him off with some post-orgasmic torment on his sensitive cockhead.

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Meeting him for a first time – Part 02

By Eckie

Option one:

I had another free day, so still enough time and did not worry when he released me for shower and cleanup and made me end up sealed and chained right after again, I did not even worry yet when two meals later the very same happened again, trusting him pretty much completely anyway and assuming that he still played tricks on the schedule of meals to keep me confused on time or date. But another two meals later I worried then finally, this must be the time when I have to get out and home, given the travel distance and what I assumed MUST have passed by now, we are close to the maximum I could stay here for sure. His short brief words however were the same, shower, clean, get back into the suit and then leaving locking the cell proper again.

I decided not to get into the suit anymore, it must be time to leave, so waited naked for him to return, but he did not even enter the room, just looked through the tine barred opening of the heavy door, seeing me naked and left. I kept waiting, but he did not come back, started shouting for him, but no reaction, hours must have passed, but nothing changed, and by the amount of tiredness I felt, I could not stay awake all the time, I dozed away several times, every time being awake I shouted for him, but at no time he reacted, I wondered if he even could hear me, was he home, even if, was my shouting heard upstairs, a little or at all ? Sitting in a small cell with nothing but a dim tiny light off the ceiling that never switches on or off means I was not aware, was it day, night, today, tomorrow or …

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Discipline Training Institute – Part 1: Recruitment

Fiction by JockBoy

What if the savage world of ruthless discipline you crave isn’t just your fantasy, but your destiny—a sentence you cannot escape? The Discipline Training Institute is calling—and you WILL belong inside.

Wouldn’t it be something if a place like this truly existed—a hidden institute built for strong men like you with unspoken, darker cravings? It always begins the same way: a message appears in your inbox. You are lured into a world where your false hyper-masculinity is shattered, leaving you broken and born anew as something you don’t understand but can never escape.  

This is labeled fiction. But fiction is a fragile disguise. It can conceal what should never be spoken, distort what should be clear, or comfort you while quietly smuggling in truths too sharp to admit. Sometimes a “story” is the only vessel strong enough to carry truth and reality.

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The Firemans Union – Part 08

By Felon

So the two of us were stretched out on tables with lit taper candles inserted in our assholes. There was activity at the other end of the room, probably eating, drinking and card playing. I assumed the candle wax would eventually burn low, but I had to lay very still on the table. Looking down I noticed some new equipment laying on the floor, chains, which looked to be former truck snow chains, clamps of various sizes, oxygen tanks similar to the tanks firefighters wore while putting out fires. Electric drills (hmmmm).

The room was a rather large room with wood floors and some tiled floors like one would see in an old supermarket. The neighborhood seemed to be on the downside, and either the place was soundproofed, or there was little or no commercial traffic in the area. I had lost total track of their time, and these men all worked different shifts — coming and going etc. I was exhausted, and Probie One looked like he was as well. The cracking of the fire dept radio was ever present. Without warning, I could hear chairs moving and footsteps.

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