Bruno Boni is not in the mood for putting up with any bullshit, especially if you’re a hot-shot businessman. So when Denis Vega is arrested, Bruno shows him no pity and handcuffs him to a chair ready to show him who’s in charge now.
Denis turns out not to be as cooperative as he‘d expected, so Bruno resorts to forceful action in order to get him exactly where he wants. And, that’s on his knees begging for his leniency with Bruno‘s meaty, uncut cock deep down his throat.
Bruno gets his way with Denis‘ ass bent over his desk, and ready for a seriously hard pounding by the hard-handed investigator.
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Unical date: 3752.563.24 (seventeen days until scheduled arrival at Kappa Redulans)
It was morning, or morning-enough given Sam’s lack of concern for actual clock readings. He got out of bed, dismissed the bedroom, brought up the bathroom, then dismissed that, then had a nice breakfast from a buffet at another of Mr. Featherstone’s most-visited places, and then left the simspace to attend to his “work day”. Two minutes to verify that the engines and navigation systems were still chugging along, five minutes to drop out of warp to send and receive “plan still on track” status messages, done. Then it was back to the simspace.
The previous night, while lying in the blissfully-comfortable simspace bed, an idea had occurred to Sam of what he could try next. It would be a longer scene than any he had done so far, but he deemed it would be safe to try. The key, he was thinking, was to avoid the pre-programmed sims and go with something that had a bit of randomness built in. Sort of like his instructions to the trio of holo-stars: “do this to me, then ignore anything else I say except X” only expanded well beyond the scope of a sleepsack. Maybe that would make it feel more real. To that end, he spent the morning designing and laying in the program parameters himself, building up characters and settings pulled from the library, defining a range of possible options but only in the vaguest of terms, leaving the actual implementation to be determined randomly by the simspace AI at run-time and making sure to leave himself clearly-defined exit conditions.
Continue reading Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 04: Capture
Two prisoners find themselves locked in cages in a secret dungeon, after answering an online ad for free bondage experiences. The owner of the dungeon is a wealthy real estate mogul in Las Vegas, who has Prisoner of War (POW) fantasies, which he acts out on his unsuspecting subjects. The dungeon is in the basement of his large upscale house, which is only accessible through a hidden door on the main floor of his large house. This allows him to torment his subjects without the neighbors in his upscale neighborhood from becoming suspicious.
Money is no object, so he’s able to outfit his dungeon with an endless selection of kinky gear from around the world. As a result, the pictures in his ad attract all kinds of guys looking for a bondage experience. Once they send him a selfie, he’s able to pick and choose the captives to fit his fantasies.
In a VIDEO available at Serious Male Bondage, his latest subjects are no strangers to bondage. Even though they are worried about being held against their will, their craving for bondage overpowers their ability to think clearly. Their twisted host knows this all too well, and the two prisoners slip down the rabbit hole as the click of the heavy-weight Clejuso shackles are closed around their wrists. At this point there’s no turning back!
This takes place in a Las Vegas playroom, NoEscapeDungeon.com, owned by DungeonDaddy and his boy Lukas Tyler on Recon!
VIDEO at Serious Male Bondage
Title of this video: POW Fantasies
After an electric afternoon in bed together Tom fell asleep and Chris took the opportunity to make a phone call to his special friend. It was a short call, for Chris had been planning this game for years and Tom seemed the ideal player. Chris’s special friend confirmed that he would be able to make the arrangements, but he needed Chris to do a couple of things first. So as soon as he had finished the call, Chris went through Tom’s suitcase and quickly found his passport. He photographed each of the pages and forwarded them in an email. Then he called Elliott, who told him that of course he would be delighted to provide what Chris asked for as a memento and would email it straight away.
His work complete, Chris took a shower and went back into the bedroom where Tom was still asleep.
‘Wake up sleepyhead, the cocktail hour beckons.’
Tom opened his eyes. ‘What time is it.’
‘Time to get up.’
‘I was having such a great dream.’
‘Care to tell me about it?’
‘Well basically we did all that we did this afternoon, but instead of being here in bed, we were in a jail cell. Man it was so hot.’
Continue reading A Game of Chance – Part 03
Guy got off the Friday afternoon train at Paddington and made his way slowly to the end of the platform, all the other passengers leaving the Bristol to London train swirled around him, but he really didn’t care, he had plenty of time and he was just enjoying the excitement coursing through his body. He was finally in London, and he was actually about to meet Paul, one of THE best bondage tops he’s found on Recon. It was a typically sunny & fresh day in London, and the busy city bustled and heaved its normal rhythm as Guy followed the directions on his phone.
Within 15 minutes he’d found the address with the blue door he was looking for but he was still 30 mins too early. There was a pub on the corner down the road and Guy grabbed a table outside and ordered a pint, sitting and watching the world rush past him. After all the excitement, the chats, the almost sleepless night(s) before and the very horny thoughts on the train the last hours, he was feeling very, very calm. The time arrived, and Guy, looking at his watch just thought, right, I’m doing this. Standing up, he pulled his bag over his shoulder as he crossed the road and went up to the blue door, pressing & holding the buzzer.
Continue reading Guy’s Real Bondage Experience – Part 01
Today is Saturday, August 6, 1967.
Long story short, I made it out of town ahead of the State Police roadblocks and over the mountains into Montana. I kept going east, trying to put as many miles between myself and Moscow as I could. In Deer Lodge, I passed the towering stone walls of the Montana State Prison – is this what my literature prof would call foreshadowing?
I was getting a bit sleepy, but getting a hotel seemed far too risky – visions of awakening to the barrels of police revolvers danced in my head. Turning off the highway somewhere south of Butte, I drove up a logging road deep into the mountains, then stopped in a disused log transfer site. Flipping on the radio, my heart skipped a beat as a news bulletin crashed through the AM static.
Daring escape from Idaho courtroom – convict on the run – deputy fights for his life.
Continue reading Forlorn Hope – Part 02: Fate’s Fetters