When the Master tires of the whip, he shows the prisoner the sensual side of playing with sharp and pointy things. The sensations certainly elicit a reaction! After giving the captive a rest, or maybe just the opportunity to ponder his future, the Master takes him down and leashing his pet leads him across the dungeon to whatever his mind dreams up next.
Title of this video: Get Hard for Me, Part 7
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By Rubrpig
Andy woke up in his cell when the lights turned on. He just assumed that it was morning as there was no window in his cell. He got up and stood facing the back wall of the cell with his toes and nose touching the wall as he waited for Murray, his personal guard and abuser.
The cell door slammed open and Murray strolled in. He unlocked the heavy leather control collar from Andy’s neck and dragged him from the cell. The collar would have given Andy a severe debilitating shock if he had passed through the door of the cell while it was still on. Murray walked him out of the cell and down the hallway. Andy realized that they were heading for the punishment room.
Soon Andy was stripped and buckled to the heavy wooden cross. Murray had discovered that he enjoyed inflicting severe pain on his personal target of abuse. Andy waited on the cross listening to Murray walking around the room.
… for a long, hard session.
Here’s more of Blake’s punishment at Reluctant Young Men. In Part 2, Scott has Blake tied to the spanking bench for a long, hard session with the cane and switch.
Poor Blake whimpers, whines and screams, he writhes and twists in agony, his muscular body tenses and trembles with every blow until Scott’s relentless beating breaks him. Here’s a free “teaser video” courtesy of Scott at Reluctant Young Men:
To see more of Blake and many other guys, join Reluctant Young Men — and that’s an order from Scott!
Tied down with leather straps, Bruno feels the sting of the flogger
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Title of this video: One Trapped Bruno Part 3
By Rubrpig
4798 sat on the bunk in his cell, his breath hissing and clicking through the gas mask hood which was now part of his uniform when not in use by a client of the facility. The door to his cell opened and 2 of his personal guards entered. One of the guards held a bag of liquid feed product which was what 4798 was fed when locked in the mask. The guard pulled the drinking tube from the front of the mask and connected it to the bag of food.
The product flowed into the tube and 4798 sucked and swallowed the protein rich food. Once the bag was emptied, the guards disconnected it and left the cell after telling 4798 that his first client session was scheduled for the next morning.
4798 laid on his bunk and thought about what was going to happen the next day. Finally he fell asleep and did not wake up till the lights in his cell turned on and he knew he was going to be fed soon.
By Siratpdx
Recently, I connected with a young man of 25 over Scruff who was interested in me and wanted to explore and experience a deeper and more intense session with an older, more experienced person, focusing on impact and e-stim. Our connection was very happenstance. I had made a car trip from the west coast to Chicago a few months before, and I spent a night in a town near when he lives. I am far from certain how the algorithms work, but I suggested that I ended up in his Scruff feed as an ‘echo’ of my presence from being in the area a few weeks before.
We chatted a few times over the phone and video. I was impressed with him, and for me at least, it is not that often that I come across man who invokes more than a sense of chemistry, but a more intimate and spiritual connection that I would describe as limerence. He is more than young enough to be my son, and in some ways we connected in that dad-son dynamic that only gay men really understand.
By slavebladeboi
“So,” he said rather menacingly, looking straight into my eyes as he held my chin in his fist, “think of a number between one and twenty five.”
Shit, another mind fuck no doubt.
“Yes Sir,” I answered. “Six.”
What the fuck is he thinking now?
“Well done, boi. Good answer.”
Why. How’s that good?
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re getting 25 with the crop.”
By felon
Apparently the discussion outside the door concerned me. It seems my status as a felon slave was being moved quickly into some level of complete ownership. This would be more than a weekend session. From what I could determine, and what I had already suspected, these men were more concerned about the mental and physical aspect of control than appearance, age, etc. And they had done their homework, checking into my finances, lifestyle, earnings, savings and lack of family. I would be the perfect project for their Prison Group.
They entered the room I was being kept in and removed my leather gag. It seems there would finally be some kind of communication. I was in a very vulnerable situation, naked, gaged, ass plugged. I was removed from the table and forced up against the concrete block wall. I was photographed by cell phone camera from all sides, all angles, naked of course. It was then I noticed two ceiling-mounted cameras in the room. So it would be safe to say that others might be involved in this action in the mountains of West Virginia. Close-up pics were taken of my wrist tat and leg tat. I was handed a sign to hold for the cell camera with my ID – PA6404.
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