Jason strode up the rhododendron-lined walkway to the front door, his alto case in one hand.
“OK Jason,” he swallowed. “You’re only meeting the greatest sax player to ever breathe. There’s nothing to be nervous about…” After a pause, he rang the bell.
Footsteps. The lock turned. The door creaked open.
“Ah, you must be Jason!”
“Y-yes Sir!” Jason stammered, star-struck.
“Please, call me Dave. Come on in!”
Jason followed Dave into the house and into the studio. He set his backpack and saxophone case next to a chair and sat down.
Dave adjusted the window shades and sat down in a chair across from Jason.
“Alright, Jason,” Dave said. “I see you brought your alto. I’m sure you’ve been working very hard to work up some impressive etudes for me as well. And we’ll get to all that. First though, I must impress upon you that I am very demanding of my students and my methods aren’t for everyone. Do you understand?”
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Part 6 – incarceration_primer
Having just completed no fewer than twenty phone calls back and forth between his gym and his clients in order to clear his agenda for not just the following week as Matt requested, but for the whole month – Luke felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him.
Matt’s interfacing program was relatively refined, but Luke was used to coordinating bodily movement with the implant, less so the intensive mental work that his testing entailed.
Whatever his reasons were, Luke was already rich. With how hard he was working, he had earned himself a long overdue holiday.
As Luke took off a pair of briefs – the last of his “pajamas” – to prepare for sleep, his robot butler notified Luke of a call he had to take.
The caller was Matt. Figures.
Continue reading Pleroma – Part 06
You and I have been sent to the playroom to begin what will be a very intense experience for us both. I am sure our cocks would be jutting out in front of us right now if not for the chastity cages we both are locked into.
Our Sirs are on the patio enjoying the beer we have been serving them. Our excitement for tonight’s torment has driven us to ensure they both are well fed and catered to so that we can earn their bondage; earn their cocks inside us.
We undress, carefully placing the shorts and tanks we had been wearing onto the shelf near Sir’s wingback leather chair. Once naked I grab your hand, pulling you close for a deep kiss. Your moan has just as much horniness as it does desperation, the pain of your cock straining against the cage, just like mine is being smashed in my cage.
But we dare not be found this way. Our Sirs are expecting us to be ready shortly, so we break the kiss. First, we fit into our mouths the football mouth guards. They have an opening for easy breathing but also fill our mouths. I am sure we are going to end up drooling on ourselves eventually. We are going to be a mess before this is over.
Continue reading When We Get Wrapped
By Alex Ironrod
It was not a good night’s rest; the hog-ties prevented that, but finally they both slept, exhausted from the day’s torments.
It was evidently morning when they were kicked awake by a group of warriors and their rawhide ties removed. There was no sign of Red Feather, but the interpreter was there to explain: “You will be taken out and purged, then taken to the stream for washing and cleansing. You must be prepared for this evening’s ceremony when the chief will fuck each of you in front of our community to show your slave position as his new squaw men. Now to work.”
They were taken outside again, loosely tied, and led to the sewage pits. Here they were forced to bend over, Tom’s plug was pulled out, and the nozzle of pig’s bladders pushed into their holes. The bladders were emptied into them until the interpreter was satisfied as he patted their stomachs. After ten minutes they could hold it no more, and a mix of soapy water, their own shit and the cum of the previous night poured out of them trickling down their bare legs. Three times they were forced to be filled and emptied.
Continue reading Stud Squaw – Part 3
Oliver is excited to be in Scoutmaster Fantana’s office to take the Pledge of the Elite Scout, but after he delivers his oath of duty and obedience, he’s told to remove his clothes, and a thorough inspection follows.
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Title of this video: The Pledge
By ty dehner
After an afternoon of sightseeing in San Diego, I returned to my hotel in Oceanside, California. A block off the beach, my room on the fifth floor had a great view of the ocean and one of the longest piers on the California coast. With all the walking I had done I favored some time enjoying the hot turbulent waters of the hot tub. So, I slipped on my bathing suit and headed up to the rooftop where the swimming pool and hot tub were located. When I stepped out onto the patio, the view was impressive with a glass wall around the top floor so the vistas would not be spoiled. I was also glad to find no one using the facilities so I had it all to myself. Since it was late afternoon and, on a Friday, most people would only be checking in or busy with other activities.
Since towels were provided, I grabbed one placing it on a chaise lounge that was near the hot tub. I took off my t-shirt folding and placing it on the towel, with my cell phone and key card under the towel. I had a second key card that I always had just in case, in the pocket of my bathing suit. Making my way to the inviting water, I took in the ocean surf as it was rolling on the sand on the beach. The sun was starting its downwards drop to the horizon.
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By UKDeviant on Recon
It was day 4 of being locked in the steel chastity belt. I slowly woke up and as usual stretched and got ready for my morning slow wank. Then I remembered that I was still securely locked up. My fingers could just about get into a few of the gaps in the belt, but there was no hope for relief. Having been in a Holy Trainer for 4 weeks before for a period of enforced denial, the abstinence was not going to be a problem and I was not ready to panic yet, but I did need to have a plan to get out of my predicament. My dick still unhelpfully twitched and throbbed away inside the cage. Twitch.
It seemed unlikely that I would be able to get to London. Hotels were shut and the Police were turning away non-essential workers from the tube stations. Getting to James on Wednesday evening was just not going to happen, even if he turned up. It would be a long 2-hour drive both ways to find this out. I didn’t bother preparing in my mind an explanation I could give to The Police for my 50-mile car journey if I were stopped and asked where I was going.
Continue reading Paying the Full Price – Part 2