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Sam’s transition to wakefulness was slow and gradual, like darkness giving way to day over the course of the hour before sunrise. His deep, dreamless sleep didn’t end so much as it faded into wakefulness. The bed was soft, holding his body in perfect comfort at the perfect temperature and as awareness slowly returned the first thing he became conscious of was the lack of stress on his muscles, the absence of the aches caused by lying on a hard floor or lumpy cot. It was bliss, this pain-free place he was in, and he remained there for an unmeasured amount of time basking in unmoving comfort.
Alas, the next thing he became aware of was his profound hunger. The sensation came on gradually, but once he became aware of it he could not stop noticing it and return to the state of blissful ignorance he had been in before. Eventually the feeling grew strong enough that he knew he was going to have to do something about it.
Opening his eyes, he found that the quiet bedroom was now aglow with soft diffuse daylight coming in through the sheer gauzy curtains. He was alone, a fact which registered before he remembered that there had been someone else in the room when he had fallen asleep. As such, there was no rush of adrenaline when he recalled the threat that his former companion represented. In the slow, gauzy haze of waking it was all remote, academic, lacking any visceral demand on his attention. After all, he had been asleep for no telling how long… another two or three or five minutes of comfort on this Platonic ideal of a pillow wouldn’t change things.
Continue reading Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 09: Illusions
By Destin Salvatore
Note: This is the English-language translation of 精神贞操锁 by Destin Salvatore, which appeared yesterday!
Looking back now, the night you had your unexpected encounter with the chastity cage was so ordinary. You were, as usual, browsing the Internet for your favorite “side dishes” to beat the meat. BDSM, leather, latex, you skillfully typed in the keywords on the site and hit the enter key. In the sea of pornography, a stout model suddenly catches your eye. To be precise, it was the ornament on his penis that caught your attention and made the video stand out from the crowd. You clicked into the video curious to find out what this novelty was.
The actor in the video is constantly pleading with another man, covered in black leather, begging to cum. The leather man just keeps molesting him, playing with his nipples, nailing his mouth with his black leather gloved hand, and his rear is constantly being stimulated with an electric anal plug. The camera gave a close-up of this little slave’s cock: the huge glans was squeezed pale inside a transparent shell, and the scrotum was also topped by a ring at the root of the base, which looked bulging as if it could burst at any moment, with the foreskin squeezed out of the small hole used for ventilation on the side of the shell, forming a small purplish red bag, and a small brass lock hanging from the top of the transparent shell, with the lock reading: Master’s property. You quickly figure out the structure – this little brass lock traps the model’s cock firmly in this hard transparent cage!
You can lose the right to cum!
Continue reading Chastity Cage in Your Mind
作者 Destin Salvatore
Continue reading 精神贞操锁
As Gordon walked away, Mike wondered what he had agreed to – he always knew that Gordon would respect his boundaries but he had no such confidence in the Polish skinhead. He turned towards Gordon’s retreating figure and tried to yell around the gag, but his head was twisted back by Jan’s strong fingers who pushed his head back and poured more beer down his throat. As Mike coughed and choked around the beer, Jan grabbed another bottle and did the same. Mike gulped the fluid down as fast as he could. As it went down, Mike could feel several small objects as they passed over his palate – Jan had put some kind of pill in the beer!
Mike started to struggle against the restraints but found they were solidly in place and, hampered as he was by them, there was little he could do. The alcohol in the beer seemed to be affecting him quicker than normal and he shook his head as the world took on a fuzzy appearance. At the same time, he started to wonder why he had been worried and he stopped struggling. Jan leant in close to him. “Good lad, Mikey. Now just tipping your head back again?” Mike did so and Jan poured another bottle of beer down his throat, this time not hiding the small green tablets that he had in his hand. Mike gulped it all down.
Continue reading Risk – Part 09
“That one there.”
Frank looked up to where Luis was nodding. “The one with the cap?”
“Nah, next to him, the one with the shorts on.”
Frank wasn’t subtle as he looked the guy up and down, taking in his clothes and how they fit him and speculating on what was beneath, “Oh, yeah, not too bad.”
“Nice lips,” muttered Luis. He could tell even from this distance that they were full and pouty lips that were rare for a guy. He was as open as his friend was in checking the guy out but more so when he palmed his erection. “I’d like them on my cock.”
Frank snorted as he finished a swig from the can of beer. “You’d like any lips on your cock.”
“Nah, I like a pretty face and lips. I have standards.”
The guy and his friends had noticed the two young men staring at them and after a few moments of shifting, clearly uncomfortable, moved on somewhere else. Luis rolled his eyes, couldn’t they take the compliment of being checked out? Probably straight, a waste of good lips in his opinion.
Continue reading Milking It (For All That It’s Worth)
Author’s Note: The BOSS has controlled, micro-managed, chastized, tattooed and humiliated VANSfag since August 2008 in a TPE (total power exchange) relationship. VANSfag is an alpha male publicly but a permanently chastised dildofag in the playroom and kink world. VANSfag was kept under house arrest starting March 18, 2022 for an indefinite period not less than 16 days and not more than 44 days, under conditions described in “House Arrest”.
From the moment I leave the detention cell on Friday morning, dread starts building slowly. It’s hard to concentrate on work and my other tasks. I know that at the end of the day I will be locked back into the detention cell with no human contact and no real distractions for 62 hours. From 6pm Friday until 8am Monday, I will be alone. This isn’t prison sex porn. I won’t have my ass fucked by a guard’s baton or suck the dicks of other inmates.
Continue reading House Arrest: The Release
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 12: Your Neck Needs a Little Something . . . .
The officers didn’t say anything, they just unlocked a big wooden door and a door made out of bars—wow! bars!—and took me along a little sidewalk, and there was a building like an old garage and it had bars across the front and they put me in there and locked it up and went away. Oh, they also took the cuffs off, cuz now I was in a cage and maybe I didn’t need them. Maybe some other dude did! Anyway, now I’m in this thing like a cage, and of course I’m lookin out through the bars to see what I can see.
First thing that grabs you is a big hunk of concrete, like a runway for a plane, a small plane of course, because it didn’t look like a mile long or anything. Then there were a lot of wooden buildings lined up around it, mostly sort of long and narrow, though most of them I couldn’t see very much of, because of the bars and I had to crane my neck. It looked kind of like that old army base I saw from the freeway, but everything was painted brown and it obviously wasn’t supposed to be some kind of exhibit of fighting spirit or pride or whatever, and actually if the roofs hadn’t been so straight and clean you would have said that maybe it was abandoned.
Continue reading Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 12
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