By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 24: Room at the Top
Each of them took an arm and moved me out of the building. At the end of the little street there was a stone wall with a barred gate, big enough for a truck. Next to it was a little barred gate, big enough for slappies on foot. They had the key to that gate, of course.
The gate led to another world. Ahead was a gracefully curving drive lined with dark old trees, and a pathway bordered by tropical flowers and bushes. Beyond, a great sweep of lawn and a cream-colored mansion spreading lazily across a hill. When I turned my head, I could barely see the wall behind me. It was almost invisible behind the lush flowering plants. “Eyes front!” I was told.
I saw wide glass doors from the house onto a terrace–but I wasn’t going toward the terrace. I was turning off onto a narrow trail that led through the bushes to a set of bare concrete steps going down to a basement. There was a blank steel door at the bottom, and my guards had a key to that too.
Continue reading Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 24
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 15: Crime and Punishment
Here’s the way it was. Every new slap had to spend at least 30 days being “trained.” The idea was that if you spend 30 days in the Chicken Coop, you find out what you are, an you be a good slappie, resta you life. “Good” meaning all slappie and nothing else. After that, the Program looked around for somebody to sell you to—I mean, somebody to take a lease on your labor service. Every few days, clients were invited to the Show Room and slap boys were displayed.
Sometime in my distant past, Major Timmons had explained it all. Then it had seemed less personal—much less personal than when it was discussed in the Scrum Room.
“They even got a catlog, dude. They be seein YOU, an you bare ASS, right in they laptop dude.”
“While they jerkin, I guess.”
“They jerkin for ME, anyways. Doan know for you, dude.”
When you were sold, you left the Coop and you were never seen again, unless you turned up working down the block from some other slap that trained with you. Then maybe you would meet him and share your happy memories.
Continue reading Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 15
‘Just go along with what I tell you, but don’t let anyone know that you know me, okay?’
‘Sure,’ I said.
He parked the car and stepped out, walked around to the back, and opened the rear door to get me out. He took me by the arm and helped to lift me past the door. ‘Mind your head.’ Once I was on solid ground he led me by the arm to a door where he used another code and let us in. There was a desk ahead with a grille on it and some seats to the side with a guy sitting down handcuffed to a rail in front of him. Billy told me to turn around and he unlocked one of my cuffs. Then he told me to take a seat and cuffed me to the rail next to the other guy. He walked into the back office and I sat there for what seemed like ages. All the while my dick was throbbing.
The other guy cuffed to the rail was younger than me, good looking, but a bit out of sorts. He said nothing and after a few minutes another cop came out and uncuffed him from the rail, then cuffed his hands behind his back and led him through the door where Billy had gone through a few minutes before.
Continue reading My adventures With Billy – Part 02
4798 had just been returned to his cell in the Supermax prison wing. He was as usual in full black swat gear, body armour and the heavy rubber locked gas mask hood. He had gotten so used to being locked in this gear he no longer really noticed the gear. He also never really thought about his cock and balls as they had been locked up in the heavy steel chastity belt for the last year.
He sat on his bunk and thought about the last year since he made the commitment to the Captain to become an investor and a permanent prisoner of the facility. The Captain had used the commitment to create new programs so that 4798 earned his keep by serving as a hostage guard when required or as a prisoner for a sadistic prison guard.
4798 slumped down and then decided to lie down on the bunk as the last 2 days really tired him out. He had been used heavily by a sadistic prison guard who had paid for 2 days of experience as a prison guard.
Continue reading The Vacation – Part 13
By Johnny Utah
Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC
I don’t know how long I was sitting there. My arms were really stiff, cuffed behind my back. My butt sore and cold from sitting in the dirt. Was Foreman Brodie just going to leave me here? I was miserable with my piss-soaked head and my hard on.
Eventually out of the dark I saw Johnson. He was in his boxers and boots. He wasn’t wearing leg irons; for some reason that made me scared. What happened?
He came up to me. “Looks like you’re in quite a state,” he said. “Yes, Tent Boss,” I dejectedly replied.
“I got the keys. Hold still.” Johnson unlocked the chain to my collar and then my handcuffs. “Hold on let me get the leg irons too.” I stayed sitting down.
“What about the collar?” I asked.
Continue reading Florida Trap – Part 04
My phone went off and I groaned and rolled over. It was Sunday and it was the only day I could count on sleeping in. I grabbed the phone from the table beside my men and cracked one eye open and looked at the screen to see who was calling. I quickly answered when I saw it was my buddy and part-time Sir. I answered, Yes Sir and sat up in bed.
My Sir growled at me for keeping him waiting and then when I began to stammer excuses, he laughed and told me to relax. I immediately began to wonder what was up as he never allowed me to get away with anything.
He laughed and called me by my name at that point so I knew it was a friendly call between close friends instead of Sir and his wayward boy. He told me that it looked like a great day to go for a ride on our bikes and get out of the city for a while. I stood up and opened the drapes covering the window and saw that it was a clear sunny day. I readily agreed and we made plans to meet up at his place in about an hour. I knew that would give me time to get into my riding gear and zip over to his place on my Ducati. I got up and walked to the closet and grabbed my riding gear.
Continue reading The Ride With My Sir
Lev’s neighbors report him to the cops — saying that he is violating building noise levels and is throwing a party. But when two cops show up and start looking around, they find him alone. Officer Louis recognizes Lev’s mouth from his XXX online videos — and decides to put it to good use. Cohering to the motto “To Protect and Serve,” Officer Mecum joins Officer Leo in on the fun and they both serve Lev with a big penalty!
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Title of this video: The Cops Want In, Part 1
Models in this video: Alex Mecum, Leo Louis, Lev Ivanko
After several weeks we had managed to sort things out and got our new family structure working for us. My Sir decided that his boy and mine would wear leather jocks and Wesco’s when he was around. My part-time boy was a little relieved considering my Sir was his father.
Sir usually spent the weekends with us and on his second weekend we sat down as a family and decided that it was time to sort out the living arrangements as we basically had taken over my part-time boy’s house. So after a lively discussion, we decided as a group to purchase a new house in this city and that my full-time boy and I would sell our current house and relocate. Since we both worked from home it would be no problem for us to coordinate this with our work. My part-time boy would continue to live separate for now until he felt ready to commit to the family full time. We all agreed as we all wanted him to be happy and since it was his father that was my Sir we knew he had the most to adjust too.
Continue reading The Speed Trap – Part 09