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Marc is excruciatingly aware of his perilous situation. He’s roped down to a platform with no way to stop a further invasion to his precious straight arse. There’s a ball gag shoved in his gob so he can’t even scream out his fury! Marc feels the agonizing tension of every second as Dave enacts his pervy desires on this hetero’s vulnerable body. Marc is shocked to be fixed in place with a hook inserted in his sphincter and tied to his head. Now he’s terrified that any quick movement may rip his hole to shreds. He strains with every fibre of his being to remain in place and not move as Dave viciously lashes his sore arse. His body shakes with the tension of having his gooch and balls pegged up. Marc’s spittle is used to slick up a fat rubber dick, which is rammed in his burning sore bumhole. He braces every muscle in his body against the relentless onslaught. At the same time Adrian slicks him up with oil so he’s gleaming like a faggot whore while experiencing the most intense and cruel punishment of his life! Marc’s shame is ramped up even more when his dick is seized and manipulated till he’s got a stiff boner. His balls are drained as if he were a useless fucking animal. Marc stares with horror as his sperm is lapped up and regurgitated directly into his resistant gagged mouth. That plump red bell end and big drained balls are too tempting to leave alone. Electo shocks are cruelly administered to his plumped up restrained genitals.

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 18

By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 18: Where Nice Guys Finish Up

When you’re standing in a slapholder, everybody on the street can see you, which I guess is supposed to be very shameful and humiliating.  A lot of people looked at me and laughed, but I didn’t mind that much.  In fact, I thought I was lookin pretty good in my new browns.  Also, you can see stuff when you’re hangin in one of those things, which was great because I’d seen practically nothing of the city before, and lots of it was really beautiful, especially the part we were going to, which turned out to be an ultra-rich part of town.  It was like one palace after another.

When we slowed down, I saw one that had “Alcazar” on the gate, but we were just slappies so we didn’t go in there.  We had to go down and around to the back.  Then they let me off the truck and hustled me into this big ugly brick building that you could tell was just for the servants, and right away I was standing in front of a boss slap with NAT on his shirt.  “My Name is Nat, How May I Serve You?”  But he was actually wearing long sleeves, and pants rather than shorts!  All brown, of course, but I was beginning to get the impression that this was a place that was tryin to be, like, over the top when it came to luxury items.

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Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 14

By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 14: Your Every Moment Will Be Filled with Meaning

When you’re a freshman slappie you wake up at dawn, and if you’re a new and potentially uncontrolled slappie, you lie in your rack until the boss comes by to unlock your shackle.  Then you herd into the latrine to do your business.  The smell of piss and shit from 100 slappies—that wasn’t one of the attractions of the King George Hotel.  The hotel had slappies, but they did it someplace else.  Mornings are chilly on St. Bevons, and the steam goes up from the shit holes.  You march to the chow hall in your big boots and your little slappie suit, and you feel like the cold breeze is drowning you.  Chow is something like oatmeal and something like coffee.  No croissants.  No marmalade.  No fresh fruits offered for your selection.  No one to suggest that the gentleman might wish to try the special breakfast of the day.  Then you’re marched out on the slab for exercise.  You strip down to your y-fronts, and you’re ready for your session of mens nulla in corpore sano.

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