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Enhanced Interrogation: Detained Stud Faces a Horny, Sadistic Agent

At Bound Gods, Damien Michaels doesn’t play by the rules. Tommy Regan is going to talk, by any means necessary.

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It’s dark, and Tommy Regan can’t move. Heavy straps keep him bolted to a chair in some god-knows-where place. Occupational hazard for a spy. Suddenly, bright lights wash into his eyes as the hood over his head rips off. As he regains his bearings, he realizes that some intelligence officer, Damien Michaels, has him as prisoner. Damien spares no pleasantries and gets straight to the interrogation, punching Tommy’s bulging pecs and twisting his nipples raw. The bad cop routine isn’t getting Damien what he wants, so he flips the approach and edges Tommy’s cock to get the intel. Now that Damien got what he wants, he keeps Tommy around for fun, suspending his arms above his head and flogging his hard body raw, only interrupting the torment to make Tommy gag on his dick. Damien takes Tommy deeper into the black site, chaining him from the ceiling in a sleep sack and fitting his dick with electrodes. Tommy reels under the pain from the electricity, submitting fully to his captor. Damien keeps Tommy slung from the ceiling as he fucks him relentlessly. Damien milks a load from his captive before covering his ass in cum. Tommy sways in the air, defeated and broken as the cum drips down from his body.

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Punishment Cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp – Part 03

By Jockboy

My obedience level was improving, but not fast enough to satisfy my captor, a former Marine Corps Drill Instructor who told me he hated “cocky pussy boy jocks” like me. Those were the first words out of his mouth after he overpowered me when I was out on my morning run 6 hours earlier, stripped to my practice shorts, jock, socks and running shoes.

A lot had happened since then. Now I was naked and shackled in the front leaning rest outside the punishment cell at the Citadel Correctional Boot Camp, with a shock collar around my neck. Ahead of me was electrified barbed wire I’d have to crawl under to get to the dungeon, where I was due for a welcome beating, a forced workout and hogtie in a cage.

And all this was before my formal intake with a strip search, medical, forced shaving and haircut, and delousing.

I’d just made the mistake of dripping pre-cum without authorization — for the second time.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 14

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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Iowa Cowboy – Part 09

By Atlanta Stud

Morning couldn’t arrive fast enough for me. I wanted out of the cuffs that held me to the bed post and into the kitchen for some coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon, that’s all I could think about. But alas, I was on hold until Dave got back from fetching Brody out of his room.

“OK Army boy let’s get you out of the rack and here’s the key to the cock cage. I’ll let you do the honors. Once you’re done, you’ll be released from the transport set, I want you on your knees with your hands behind your head while I lock the leg cuffs on. Your gear for the next 24 hours will be the fatigues, boots and leg cuffs. No shirt. If I don’t have any trouble with you, I won’t put you in handcuffs, but I promise you that I’ll snap ’em on in a heartbeat if necessary.”

Dave returned with a shirtless Brody, his dog tags resting between his hot pecs and the rattling leg cuff chains in tow; both of them now at the foot of the bed just looking at me like I was an animal snared in a net.

“Well, what should we do with this one?” Dave asked Brody. It wasn’t so much a question being asked to Brody as it was a statement as to what they were going to do with me. Brody looked at Dave, first with a hint of a puzzled look on his face that quickly turned into an evil grin. I’ve seen that look on him before, and I instantly got a chill up my spine.

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