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Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 08: All Too Real

By POW

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Sam rolled his eyes.  You have got to be kidding me.

Captain Jack’s voice sounded exactly like the voice of the guard he had replaced… which meant he sounded like all the guards.  “Too corny?” he asked.  “Yeah, I agree.  A pirate might don an ensemble like this at a ball, perhaps, if he wanted to catch the eye of some starry-eyed sailor on shore leave, dazzle him, seduce him and abuse him and rob him blind and ditch him the next morning.  But it’s completely impractical for everyday use.  How can a man swing a lash accurately with all this flooshy fabric getting in the way?”

The figure vanished and then rematerialized, this time wearing only the leather under-suit.  It looked very much like the uniform of the interrogators: flat, smooth, practical, studded with pockets and straps and loops for carrying a variety of equipment.  The fancy green boots were now plain black leather.   These were the clothes of a security agent or a soldier or an assassin.  Without the billowing bustles Sam could clearly see the physique underneath, and it was a fine one.  Despite his situation, he couldn’t help but stare.  Solid, well-defined muscles; broad shoulders tapering to a V at the waist; arms and legs sturdy and strong without being overdeveloped.  This guy’s body was so well-suited to Sam’s taste that it seemed to have been custom-designed to his precise specifica… right, of course.  Now that he thought about it, that was probably exactly the case.  If this was the avatar of the AI that controlled the simspace, Sam had spent the last four days feeding it information on what kind of men appealed to him… information that was now being put to use against him.

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Metal Frame – Part 02

By X363430

Writer’s note: It will be writing this as much as possible over the next 10 days or so, as it will be going into a household as a slave. From there, it will be totally up to Sir as to if this gets added to or not. Please feel free to add ideas in the comments. Thank you for your interest.

It was a very long night, between getting used to my mouth constantly drooling and the ache in my balls and the huge plug in my ass. That all was beginning to be nothing compared to not being able to move an inch due to the way that I was bolted and welded in. Well, I thought it was bad…little did I know that it was going to get worse.

The next morning, Master walks in to check on me with the slave. The slave touches a button and the frame tilts back so that my head is pointing at a 45-degree angle. The slave then pours in some water and some Boost protein drink.

“Hope you like your breakfast, because all you are getting is going to be liquid for a while,” says Master. “Slave, there is a car coming, that should be the good doctor, bring him here when he arrives!”

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10 Days in Detention – Part 30

Socalbd 10 DaysBy socalbd

Matt and I were kneeling hooded and cuffed next to each other in the center of John’s dungeon having been just delivered there after our weekend at Daniel’s property. The chain collars were also still locked around our necks. We talked for a few moments and had agreed on Matt coming home with me to spend the night as it would give us a chance to talk about the weekend. That’s when the door leading from the dungeon into the house opened.

We stopped talking and waited. The door closed and I felt someone walk over to us. The hood was pulled off of my head and John was standing in front of me. He was dressed in what I started to call his trademark look of camo pants, a black tank top, barefoot and looking hot as usual. He leaned in to me and rustled my hair with his hand. He gave me a smile and nodded his head yes up and down several times. I felt like I had his approval.

John stepped to his side to be in front of Matt and he pulled off Matt’s hood.

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Becoming Humble – Part 06

By RotherhamMan

Clint had no trouble entering the men’s quarters. Not only was his own nearby but those who did see him just assumed he was on a booty call and were jealous. He went unchallenged. The quarters were two bunk beds and some draws for clothes and personal effects. The key to Thor’s chastity cage wouldn’t be in there, they would most likely be on their person but Clint wanted to explore this option first. He started with the obvious places and worked quickly but turned up no results just as quickly. He left no sign he had been there, he was too good for that.

Before he could leave he heard people approaching and from their voices he could tell they were the occupants of these quarters. There was no escape and nowhere to hide. The door opened and the three men, Jake, Sean and Eric, entered. They slowed as they saw Clint, stood in the centre of the room he could hardly be missed, but they recovered quickly and closed the door behind them. It wasn’t locked but it might as well have been.

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Daniel is brought to an underground sex dungeon

Daniel is brought deep into the depths of an underground sex dungeon

In “Exotic Species,” Daniel retreats to his room to think through his current status, unsure of what it means or how to control it. Terrified of being seen, he hides away for a period before taking a meditative run alongside a quiet pond. At the water’s edge, he finds not only some peace of mind, but the handsome, horned figure from his first day at the gym! Under the mysterious man’s spell, Daniel is brought deep into the depths of an underground sex dungeon, unaware of what bestial, carnal activities go on. Little does he know of what the satyr has in store for him, or what familiar faces will return…

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Story: Stripes, Chapter 3: Exotic Species

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My Adventures With Billy – Part 07

By Robmacz

A group of officers moved into the apartment, and I saw Billy turn around and put his hands behind his back. I was thinking what the fuck was happening, but also how hot Billy looked cuffed up. I got up from the sofa and walked towards Billy and the arresting officer.

‘What the hell is going on?’ I asked.

‘Who are you?’ the officer shot back.

‘He’s got nothing to do with this,’ Billy replied before I had a chance to say anything. ‘You’d better leave.’

‘Not without giving me your name and address,’ the officer said.

I gave him my details and then turned my eyes toward Billy.  He looked beat.

‘Call Mike, will you,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry!’

Stunned by this, I rushed out the door and down to the street, where I called Mike on my cellphone. I was breathing heavily and trying to get the words out, but they must have got lost in the stream of garbage, because all Mike could say was ‘what are you talking about?’  Eventually I explained it clearly, and he said he was on his way and would be there in ten minutes.

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GrowlBoys: Korzak has Tommy collared and on a chain leash

Tommy adjusts to his new body and his new setting. While the collar on his neck might be secure, the most powerful feeling is the connection he has with the handsome, older satyrs that keep him as their ward. “Bestial Gods” begins with Tommy waking to find himself once again at the direction and guidance of the salt-and-pepper satyr, Korzak. The powerful immortal fucks Tommy once more after learning of his appreciation for the way his collar feels around his neck, inspiring his more dominant instincts. It’s after this encounter that Korzak recalls his long history of training young Prometheans. He remembers the world he helped build and the way in which he and his fellow Thebans ruled. This spawns an erotic memory of a similar, submissive young pup.

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Title of this story: Lost Boys, Chapter 5: Bestial Gods

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Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 05

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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