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Sam Truitt is held captive by Adam Herst and turned into a sex slave

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In this vintage shoot from Bound Gods, leather dom Adam Herst walks into the bathroom to take a piss at the stall, when the dude next to him, Sam Truitt, notices his leather:

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After examining Sam, the muscled dom decides to take him prisoner. With a chain around his neck, Sam awaits with his hands cuffed as Mr Herst comes in with the crop and orders him to get his cock hard. Adam gets a good taste of Sam’s huge cock before pulling him to his knees. The fag’s mouth is pried open as Adam shoves his hard, throbbing cock down Sam’s throat. Suspended in the air, the poor captive is mercilessly fucked by his captor before he’s brought to his feet for an intense flogging, his cock swinging in the air as his master beats him to a pulp. Mr Herst gives his leather prisoner one final fuck before giving him a face full of cum.

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One Year – Part 16

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By Taurus

Part 16 – “Help”

Russell stayed true to his word, and punished his slave.

Far from simply flogging, he decided his slave needed reconditioning. A recalibration of the senses and sensibilities, if you will.

James did not take it well.

Over the past months, James grew used to spending handler sessions with a naked Russell, who cuddled with him and offered him warmth extinct practically everywhere else he searched. Even during times he was not supposed to have fun, like training, he found sincere happiness in it.

Now, everything was taken away.

The walking laps in the sun where Russell sang cowboy tunes were no more. They were now no-nonsense, and the pace was stricter. Submissive training now included a lecture on his identity as a lowly slave.

Most heartbreaking for James however, was without a doubt the handler sessions before sleep.

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Journal to Hell – Part 05

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By rts

The light comes on, the cell door swings open, another day of hell begins after another miserable night in sweaty leathers with butt plug torment. A single skinhead steps in and says, “Fag prisoner #5, get your butt over the squat toilet and present your ass.” Jake crawls on hands and knees, chains rattling, over the dirt floor and waits by the pit. The skinhead unlocks and removes jakes’s muzzle and the crotch strap from the harness, unzips his butt access and proceeds with the enema.

Looking over at me says, “I haven’t forgotten you, fag, enjoy this.” He then presses a control on the remote box he carries, and my butt plug starts vibrating with a new intensity as my cock tries to respond in the painful constriction of my seed pod.

“Listen up both you faggots, my two mates and I have a plan to get you poor sorry leather fags out of this hell hole and us with you and stick it to that fucker overseer skin and some cowboys. We can get you your bikes, gas and all your personal IDs. Me and my two mates have also been trapped here for months with the same future you all have.

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Displayed – Part 03

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By Pickle

~ Chapter 11 ~

Once secured tightly in the front seat of the SUV again, I was only half-listening to Hernandez and Gunnerson discussing how screwed I was going to be today, and that it was going to be chest day at the gym, and that Hernandez was going to put me through that.  The half of my brain that wasn’t listening to their constant banter was wondering exactly what shit they were going to do to me.  I was beginning to think of it as “extreme hazing” and I had to admit to myself a small dark and twisted part of me was liking the masculinity, toughness and brotherhood of what these macho behemoths were putting me through.  Even in as much pain as I am, I realized I was starting to look forward to them roughing me up, and having their sadistic fun with me.  I guess I was even beginning to realize these guys maybe even liked me a little … maybe they just enjoy knocking the crap outta me though, who knows?  Oh well, whatever, it’s now obvious to me that I don’t have a choice, and that this seems like it’s going to be my life for a long time.  It’s like being in a bondage prison but so far I get to go home at night.

I’m knocked out of my reverie when the truck rolls to a stop outside the barn and Gunnerson says, “Hey Pick!  Just got a text from “The Boss”.  He says to take it a little easy on ya today.  Just scarecrow you, take you to the gym, then bring you back here and put you on the rack to get two more years out of you.  We drew up the new contracts last night before we left, Dill.  We’re gonna enjoy breaking you again.  Hell, maybe we’ll even dislocate those shoulders for ya today, and let you suffer for a few minutes before we put ‘em back in for ya.  That’s actually part of the initiation for our Tier 1 Seals.  I know we’re not making a real Seal outta you, but there’s no harm in toughening you up like one, Pick!

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