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The Kidnapper

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By Kidnappedboi

Author’s Note: This story is a work of fiction, but is inspired by the work of a fantastic Dominant Top based on the South Coast of England, JamesbondageSX. This story is rooted in fantasy, and both SIR and i believe in explicit and enthusiastic consent in all aspects of kink and sex.

To reflect my submission to SIR, all pronouns relating to me are in lower case, all referring to SIR in upper case.

CHAPTER ONE

“WANTED: KIDNAP VICTIMS”

The profile blurb almost said it all – unlike so many other profiles on Recon, this one didn’t bother with excessive text, or even too many pictures. Instead, it got straight to the point with a list.

“ME:

  • Experienced Kidnapper
  • Superior Being
  • Brutal Skinhead
  • Your Worst Nightmare

Victims:

  • inferior fag trash
  • worthless bootlickers
  • warm fleshlights
  • future gimps and prisoners

If you meet My expectations, expect to be abducted, abused, and disposed of. Tears are non-negotiable. Suffering guaranteed.

SIR”

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Tober Brandt and Chad Brock in ‘Psycho Boyfriend’ at Bound Gods

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Tober Brandt is the psycho boyfriend who torments Chad Brock, in this vintage shoot from Bound Gods.

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Chad Brock is trying to leave Tober Brandt, his psychotic boyfriend of five years. Tober would not have it and stuffs him in the wine barrel. Once in a while, Tober takes Chad out and tries to convince him to stay. Frustrated, Tober flogs his boyfriend into submission, shocks Chad’s nipples with electricity and stretches him on the vertical wooden rack. Tober then fucks his exhausted boyfriend hard in bondage, which makes the prisoner remember the good old days.

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Bound Gods: The Return of Rocco Steele

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Locked in a dark dungeon, Adam gets his fill from hung, sadistic dom Rocco Steele.

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With his new plaything wrapped in plastic and swaying from the ceiling, Rocco Steele tests the firm leather of his paddle. Mr. Steele approaches the package and tears it open, revealing Adam Ramzi. He lowers Adam and inspects the slave’s ass, wasting no time probing and tasting his hole and paddling his firm cheeks. Mr. Steele moves to Adam’s head and has the slave suck his massive cock. After a vicious paddling, Adam stands bound against a column, face covered by a leather hood. Mr. Steele mixes pleasure and pain for his slave, caressing the slave’s cock before tying it off to a long rope and pulling from across the room. Adam receives a painful edging, the orgasm interrupted by a zipper torn his from his tender nipples and torso. Mr. Steele peels Adam from the column and locks him into a stockade table.

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Stretched out on the table, Mr. Steele plows his whole ten inches deep into the slave’s ass while coating his back in hot wax. Adam hungrily takes a messy load from his dom before taking orders to mount a sybian and jerk himself off while cropped. With his prostate rocked by the maximum vibration, Adam lets out a cum explosion before having the sybian turned up to full blast.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 14

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By AlphaMetal

Day 7, Evening – The Last Night at the Campground

The four boys were back in the dormitory at parade rest at the ends of their cots, in their prison scrubs and barefoot as usual. They all knew this was the last day and that the week of training was coming to an end. One more night shackled to their cots and then they would go home with their Masters in the morning.

As the boys stood by their cots the Commander motioned to the slave, who left the room and returned carrying the clothes the Colonel had worn when he first arrived at the camp: a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt with “U.S.N.A.” in gold letters.

The slave handed the Colonel’s jeans, t-shirt, underwear, and socks to the Commander, who in turn handed them to the Colonel and nodded. The Colonel slipped off his prison scrubs and boxers and got dressed in his old clothes as the boys watched. Cody hadn’t paid attention to the writing on the Colonel’s t-shirt that first day but when he looked at the gold letters — U.S.N.A. — it hit him: “United States Naval Academy. The man had gone Annapolis. He’s isn’t in the Army, he’s in the Navy.”

The “Colonel” was dressed in his own clothes but Cody noticed that he was standing in his socks; his sneakers had not been returned to him.

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Event Urinal – Part 02

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By Nitro

Nitro gay piss pigTo recap where we left off – the urinal of our story is locked into full rubber, waders, and urinal hood with a built in gag.  He has a thick XL plug in his hole, and his dick which has been coated in numbing cream is sealed inside an external catheter.

All of the gear is padlocked on with 12 locks that have been tossed into a time safe for 12 hours.

“I don’t know why you’re making such a commotion – you practically begged me for this didn’t you?”  SIR said with that damn grin on his face as he pressed his body against mine.

“MPPHHHHH” i tried to get out thru the gag holding my mouth wide.

“I’ll make a deal with you.  I’m going to get ice to make a drink, and I will be back in five minutes.  If your hardon has gone down by the time that I get back then I’ll see about making you more comfortable.  However, if it hasn’t…. well… then you clearly need more.  Now don’t fucking move a muscle until I return.”  He said with a sneer as he headed towards the door.

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Jessie Colter works over Jack Redmond in bondage

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At Bound Gods. Held captive and edged all night in Jessie Colter’s house, Jack Redmond can’t imagine how his situation could get any more intense. Jessie can.

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Jessie binds the captive under the stairs, bent over, ass on full display. Jessie gapes Jack’s ass to the limit, jamming a fist deep into him. The fist enters Jack a little too easy for Jessie’s liking, so he adds his other hand to the hole. Jessie frees his hands for flogging with a silicone fist for Jack, leaving it far inside the captive while beating his cheeks red. Still trembling from the flogging, Jack finds himself blindfolded in Jessie’s bedroom doorway. Unsure where the next painful hit from Jessie’s crop will land next, Jack submits to the crop marks painting his pale skin before swallowing Jessie’s hard cock. After the cropping, Jack finds himself bound with leather belts, while taking a cold steel rod deep into his pisshole. Jessie finishes him off with brutal zaps and a rough fuck before coating hot cum all over his face and making him polish off every drop.

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VRealWorld – Part 03

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By POW

12: Visiting Hours

Jeff opened the bag from Martin while riding the train back to Brooklyn. It contained a pair of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He snorted. Thanks for the thought, Martin, but you have massively misjudged me if you think I’m going to need these. He stuffed the bag back into his backpack.

It was after 1 AM by the time he got home. Bill’s score continued to slowly drain away, which meant that he wasn’t “entertaining any visitors”, which Jeff had figured out was a very sophisticated-sounding euphemism for “being tortured and fucked by strangers”. That was probably for the best because Jeff was completely beat and wouldn’t have been able to stay awake long enough to go start his rescue attempt. Besides, according to Nightmare, he needed to plan… but that could wait until morning.

He woke up a little after 8, definitely earlier than he would on a typical Sunday. He checked in on Bill, who was up and pacing around his tiny cell again. His score had fallen to 204.

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