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Male BDSM fiction: The Enslavement of Ding-Dong

There’s a three-part story over at Gay Demon by the author who goes by the name of Kevin’s Path. It’s called “The Enslavement Of Ding-Dong,” and it is just as sick and twisted as you’d imagine from this author!

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MORE stories by Kevin’s Path available at Gay Demon here, as well as in the Metalbond Prison Library here.

A male captive is bound to the discipline bench for a live broadcast

Gareth is bound to the discipline bench in nothing but a tight jock strap that perfectly frames those furry round cheeks. What a fucking turn on! It deserves an audience, and Dave generously live broadcasts Gareth’s total humiliation in this sorry state. Adrian mercilessly lashes that beefy arse. He struggles desperately to escape this punishment and straining every muscle in his body. It causes him to flush red all over and great big globs of drool to run down his face. That sweaty arse blazes red with great big welts rising up on it. What turn on parting those cheeks to see his tight hetero arsehole totally exposed! Dave increases Gareth’s burning shame gobbing directly into his face. His whole body vibrates like a live fucking wire in his absolute fury!

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A bodybuilder gets tied up and fucked up on poppers

In this video from BreederFuckers, a bodybuilder is stripped naked to start the humiliation. He is forced to snort poppers to loosen up his tight arsehole. No doubt boiling hot and with the room spinning, sweat streams down from his hairy pits. The tempting athlete is fondled to erection from two pairs of inquisitive hands. That big thick erection gets CBT from a load of chopsticks along his cock, sandwiching his stiffy from stem to tip. Then it’s the nasty ball squasher to turn his precious gonads into a squashed hamburger. Clothes pegs biting all over his cock brings him around from his popper-induced intox. Muscular legs are tied back behind his head so his anus can have the full stretching treatment it deserves.

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Art

By Steellock

Matt rang his agent again. This was a hard month. The guy had only found him one brief appearance at a club opening, and the rent was coming due. More than that, his gym membership was too.

‘Well we had one offer come through but you always said that you did not want any weird stuff just posing and such,’ said the guy.

‘How weird?’ Matt asked. ‘Weird sex? That’s not for me.’

‘Well just weird I guess. It’s from one of the galleries, they have a new art exhibition and one of the exhibits is a guy in bondage. They need a whole group of guys to be the models in turn, and you fit the shape they want.’

Matt thought about it briefly but – hell – if there were several of them there then they should be able to look after themselves surely? And anyway it was a well-known gallery, never heard of them showing this kind of thing before.

‘OK when do I go?’ he said.

Continue reading Art

The WORC Program – Part 17

By Joshua Ryan

I woke up the next day, and I was still a workie. The other workies knew what I used to be. My former friends knew what I was now. But nothing had changed. Nobody actually cared. After all, I was just a workie. I was a workie the day before; I was a workie now; I would always be a workie. Unless this was all a fuckin nightmare, and I was about to wake up. Or unless Mike and Jerry were gettin their rocks off, shaming me and hazing me, and when they got through, they would throw me out. That was my only hope.

I went back to washing the floors and scrubbing the toilets, and the other workies went back to whatever. Marky and Mr. Meyers took me on their little trips into town. I got better at slogging workie suits from the washer to the dryer. The nights got cold, and the boss brought out a stack of colorful quilts for us to use on our beds. I was ready to puke, it was so faggy. I slept under my ratty old workie blanket, and froze.

Continue reading The WORC Program – Part 17