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Paying the Full Price – Part 5

By UKDeviant on Recon

After cleaning myself up and pulling on clean trackie pants I went back downstairs and made another coffee. It was nearly the end of May and I had been locked in the cage now for nearly 9 weeks which by far was my longest duration and I was now ready to be released. Also, I truly didn’t know where I was with the points. Nate was, I felt, looking to give me a way out in 48 hours. I was not sure if this meant that he felt the game had run its course and needed to come to an end and he now wanted a way out too so he could do something else or if there could be something after this.

Ping… ‘you only have 15 minutes left to decide or the challenge continues… I bet I know what you will do… X’

He was right. I started to think about the reply while my dick throbbed away in its cage.

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Handcuffed in the locker room

At CMNM.net, the hapless tennis coach is panicking as he stands fully exposed in the locker room with his hands cuffed behind his back. His reputation as a professional and pious married family man is on the line! What will people say if he’s marched buck naked out of this prestigious sports club with all its patrons watching and journalists taking pictures of the scandal?! There is a way for him to get out of this horrendously embarrassing situation, but it comes at a big price!

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The WORC Program – Part 04

By Joshua Ryan

Maybe it was around 8 o’clock when they locked me in. I’d never gone to sleep that early in my life. And who knows how many hours it was till I took that shit? I was totally out of it. Totally wasted by these insults I’d received. But the morning came, signaled by a BANG on the door. A voice yelled “CHOW. Eat it all. NOW.” A little hatch opened in the door, and another dose of workie food dropped into my storage unit.

OK, I was hungry again. So I ate it. Sitting on my “bed,” with the crumbs dropping onto my naked junk. And hair growing on my face that I couldn’t shave off. And a collar around my neck!

I was just finishing my workie breakfast bar when the same voice went down the line saying, “It’s time! Take a shit and fold your blanket! It’s time! Take a shit . . . .”

I didn’t need to shit again, so I folded my blanket and laid it on my bed, hoping that I did it right. Then the door was unlocked. I saw another workie looking back at me. This one’s name was Drum. It was his voice that had been giving the orders. You know those guys that are so buffed out, their clothes don’t fit anymore? That was Drum.

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Tommy is tied up with a hard cock

Bound and gagged and tied to a bench, a terrified, 23-year-old straight man is at the mercy of a panting, lecherous masked man. He struggles in vain as the man rips and cuts the clothes from his body, revealing a muscular, smooth chest, thick thighs and to his great mortification, a hard cock.

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This update is titled “Tommy – Part 1”

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The Rules of the Game – Chapter 01

By Jackson Amacher

Daniel stared at the ten naked athletes in front of him. Being blindfolded, they couldn’t know he was there. Being gagged, they couldn’t shout out for him to leave. And with their hands chained above their heads, they had no say in anything that was about to happen.

For Daniel, it was a fascinating sight. He knew all of these guys after four years of college at Dawson Military Academy. But, always in their clothes. Daniel had only imagined what they looked like naked. It fascinated him to see what he had gotten wrong and right.

He loved how Jimmy’s abs stretched to the side as he struggled with his chain, hopelessly trying to set himself free. He thought it was fascinating how, despite Steve’s nice Italian looks and dark nipples, that his dick was so tiny, almost lost in a bush of pubic hair.

Daniel tried to decide which sport produced the best bodies. He would have thought basketball. Gregg’s tall, thin body would ordinarily turn Daniel on. Still did. But Gregg, standing there next to so many excellent specimens, paled by comparison.

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