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Brody gets a new sense of power through bondage and torture

“Lost Boys” takes Brody through intense trials as he awaits his release from captivity, only to lose hope of any such freedom. When Korzark returns, he takes the young man to a secret room in the depths of the facility where he can coach the scared Promethean on how to hold on to his will while learning to control his tolerance for pain.

Through flogging and restraints, Brody awakens a new sense of power he never thought he had, one that finds him a second wind and new perspective on power and pleasure. Under the older satyr’s guidance, Brody sees that he can control his fear and let go of his anger and rage. And, in the process, opening him up to a headspace that frees him from his physical bonds.

Korzark rewards the young man with love and affection, reminding him that he’s more than animal and more than a man. As a Promethean, he’s something greater.

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Title of this Story: Lost Boys, Chapter 9: Double Agent

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One Year – Part 15

By Taurus

Part 15 – “Treats”

Day 194. The day for James’ second pleasure session, and the last day of Riley’s stay.

James awoke to the all too familiar blaring alarm in eager anticipation.

In came through the cell door a slave and two handlers, no doubt Russell and Riley with his handler.

Riley was fully naked, and thrown onto James’ mattress as expected. The slaves were ordered to drink the protein shake breakfast together, and so they did, on all fours and side by side like pigs at a sty. Their teeth were brushed straight after.

What was not expected, however, was the proceedings of the pleasure session itself. Strangely, the slaves were left alone, both without restraints other than chastity, locked in the cell while their handlers left presumably for breakfast.

Regardless, they took the chance to play. They tousled with each other, with a hint of play-fighting – light slapping among a bit of wrestling.

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Brody is trapped in a secret government cage

“Lost Boys” continues with Brody trapped in the depths of the secret government labs. Stripped of clothes and bound in a cage, Brody has no way of escaping the plans of the nameless and faceless men of the shadow organization. Every minute that passes, he begins to regret his previous activities, knowing they contributed to countless men being in the same helpless situation he finds himself in.

When a mysterious man enters the room, he fears he is one of the scientists in charge. He finds out, however, that he is so much more. The handsome man doesn’t provide much in the way of answers, but assures him that he’ll be okay. Without much of an option, he must learn to trust him, even without knowing anything more about him than his name.

This trust comes in handy when he’s bound and strapped to a table later in the night by the man’s colleagues. Looking to him for hope, Brody endures their gropes and probes before being milked of his precious, potent Theban cum — all while the secret ally watches and waits for his next move.

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Story: Lost Boys, Chapter 8: Caged Animal

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Rubbered Prisoner and the Controlling Master – Part 01

By Rubbered Prisoner

What is the Rubbered Prisoner?

The Rubbered Prisoner is a well-proportioned, muscular, 5-foot-10-inch, 25-year-old white male whose function in life is to earn enough money so he can be housed in an isolated small rural bricked facility where he can be tortured in rubber by the regimen of a distant individual except for 8 hours 30 minutes he is allowed to see through his eyes and type on a computer for a long-term substance living he has.

This is the job he has posting accounts receivables for a remote computerized client. At least 10 hours of the prisoner’s time (not necessarily continuous) must be where sleep is possible but not necessarily anything close to comfortable or continuous.

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The WORC Program – Part 03

By Joshua Ryan

On the other side of the door there was very short hallway, with another door at the end. The first door was wood, but the next door was steel, and it had a lot of steel crossbars and rivets embedded in it. One of the WORC cops inserted a key and slowly swung the door open. Whoa! The thing must have been six inches thick! What the fuck! I saw a wide hallway leading back into the building. The floor was concrete, the walls were concrete, the ceiling was steel. Ugly? You bet.

There was a bunch of guys sitting on a bench in the hallway with their arms cuffed behind them. What do you think–maybe we were all there for the same purpose? More future workies!

“Sit,” one of the cops told me, and I dropped down next to the other guys. You probably never had to sit on a steel bench with your hands cuffed behind your back, so I’ll tell you–it isn’t easy. “And keep quiet,” the cop said. Then the two cops went on down the hallway and disappeared.

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Tied up in a skimpy speedo

By Speedobound

speedoboundI entered the playroom wearing nothing but a tight skimpy Speedo – and an old sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was small and hung above my waist, so the bulge in the front of my speedo was plainly visible below it. I did this because – in my mind – feeling covered above concentrates the sense of vulnerability I feel onto my Speedo below, and on my bare legs…. it makes me feel naked vulnerable and HORNY. I felt the sensation of near nakedness below my covered torso, and this sense of vulnerability was intense because I knew what was in store for me, especially after seeing a spreader bar with clips on either end, hanging from a chain from the ceiling in the center of the darkish room. I had entered the lair of a leather uniform wearing man I know to be a sadist, to whom I had freely admitted I wanted to experience the sense of complete and utter helplessness with, while indulging in my fetish of wearing a skimpy Speedo. I was walking into a trap of my own making.

He asked me “what’s with the sweatshirt?” and I told him I didn’t like my chest and back to be touched… to which he chuckled and said “That’s quite alright, I have plans for OTHER parts of your body. Move over here” (he pointed at the floor directly underneath the bar), and I complied.

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Gay furry bondage – Therianthropy

Meanwhile at Growlboys.com, “The Kid” continues as Nathan is brought into the deep cave of the old gods. The satyrs care for their captive, feeding him their magical cum, and continuing his transformation from mere mortal to something more. In Chapter 4, “Therianthropy,” Nathan feels the first signs of his change beyond that of a Promethean. His body is full of a powerful energy, coursing through his veins and his charging his flesh, making him ravenous for cock.

The satyrs see their work progressing, bringing their guest from the life of a mortal to that of a satyr himself. But before he can make his final transformation, he must be brought to the cave of the centaurs, deep down in the earth, to be placed on their altar and bred by their massive cocks. As Nathan is fucked and filled again and again, he’s bathed in their cum, feeling their power penetrate his flesh and change him forever.

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Title of this shoot: The Kid, Chapter 4: Therianthropy

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Borstal Boys

By Bikermike

Nick and Trev often met at the bikers’ cafe to exchange general bike talk, or more often than not, a talk about their sexual adventures. These included tales and anecdotes concerning their experiences and desires in the world of male-to-male bondage and sadomasochism. They had experimented together on a few occasions; once or twice within a group of three or more men. However, Trev had a regular BDSM ‘partner’, whom he called Roger and sometimes referred to him as his Master, while Nick had to make do with whoever he could find on Recon and who also lived within a reasonable distance.

One hot day during the summer both men met at the cafe and spent several minutes ogling other male bikers, some of which were posing minus their leather bike jackets and T shirts exposing their muscled torsos. Nick said ‘I sometimes fantasise about life in a borstal; y’know, how it was several decades ago when the gaolers wouldn’t hesitate using canes and the birch to maintain discipline. I have read accounts of boys who had been birched and abused, which have really turned me on. Wouldn’t it be great if you and I could somehow live that fantasy for a weekend? Punishment and birching and all?’

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