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Art
By Steellock
Matt rang his agent again. This was a hard month. The guy had only found him one brief appearance at a club opening, and the rent was coming due. More than that, his gym membership was too.
‘Well we had one offer come through but you always said that you did not want any weird stuff just posing and such,’ said the guy.
‘How weird?’ Matt asked. ‘Weird sex? That’s not for me.’
‘Well just weird I guess. It’s from one of the galleries, they have a new art exhibition and one of the exhibits is a guy in bondage. They need a whole group of guys to be the models in turn, and you fit the shape they want.’
Matt thought about it briefly but – hell – if there were several of them there then they should be able to look after themselves surely? And anyway it was a well-known gallery, never heard of them showing this kind of thing before.
‘OK when do I go?’ he said.
Bound on the floor in a humiliating position
Josef is stripped down to nothing but his tight white pants with his big meaty bulge on show! The resistant fucker is still full of fight and mouths off. This sporty captive needs to be trained to not only comply but eagerly serve!
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Displayed – Part 02
By Pickle
~ Chapter 6 ~
(Day Two)
I wake up barely being able to move. Even getting dressed in jeans and the red and black shirt that Gunnerson told me I had to wear today, “So you’ll be more noticeable when we “scarecrow” ya tomorrow, Bo”, was all I could do.
I grab a fast coffee and a banana before picking up my gym bag, and heading out the door to the driveway. By my phone it’s 5:55, but Moore, with one of the other guys I met when I was leaving the “Farm” yesterday afternoon, was already there. I had learned he was Sergeant Sutherland by checking out the various sections of “The Country Boy Punishment Club” website last evening. I had been able to view not only my own punishments from the day, but also a lot of shit the other “Recruits” were being put through, ranging from a number of different tortures, but also being put through rigorous PT, and running several different obstacle courses set up to be even tougher than any of the Tough Mudder courses I’d seen. They were all covered in muck by the time they made it to the end of the courses, IF they made it all the way through these sadistically designed obstacle courses, at all.
Video: Johnny Boy gets crucified
Here’s more of Johnny Boy at Dream Boy Bondage. He is completely naked and gets strapped to a cross. Fucking hot if you ask me!
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It’s Not Over Till I Say So – Part 02
By slavebladeboi
“FUCK YOU!”
“Probably” I said looking at his angry face.
“Just Fuck!”
I continued to look at him, red faced and pacing the room.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Greg thumped the table with a tight fist, sat down and then slumped forward with his head in his hands.
“I was thinking of the weeks living with you whining and pleading about wanting a no safe word scene.”
“I could have died in that bloody cellar. You….”
“Oh stop being so dramatic Greg. Of course you couldn’t have died in there. I spent over 9 hours watching you bitch and moan. Do you really think I didn’t know what was happening to you?”
“You’re a bloody sadist”
It’s Not Over Till I Say So – Part 01
By slavebladeboi
As my bondage goes it was reasonably simple. A collar, a length of chain and a few accessories. Of course, the devil, as they say, is in the detail.
The collar was solid steel, thick, heavy – it weighed several pounds and you certainly knew you were wearing it although several subs have told me afterwards they thought it was wearing them.
The chain was also steel and no light weight. It connected to the front of the collar and ran tightly straight down Greg’s chest, over the abs and connected to a ring round his cock, then to a 5lb ball stretcher weight, after which it forced its way between his ass cheeks where it kept the electro plug well and truly secured before returning with no slack whatsoever to the back of the collar. Quite near to the shoulder blades a couple of links ensured his wrist restraints could not move downwards and he had no desire to lift them, something of a physical impossibility anyway considering their position.
Oh, and a blindfold.
And that was that. I left his legs free to do as he wanted but eventually had to use a gag on him. Moaning and pleading can get tedious for the listener, even over the intercom.
Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 11
By AlphaMetal
Day 4, Morning – Serious Restraint
Cody woke before the others. He started to sit up in bed but felt the steel cuff bite into his ankle as he pulled his leg back; he had forgotten his foot was shackled to the corner of the cot.
Cody reached down to rub his ankle and saw Pretty Boy lying on his side; his thin sheet had slid partly off leaving his ass exposed. He really has a sweet little ass, Cody thought.
Pretty Boy was one of those natural-born bottoms who love sex and love being used and now it was his function at the camp. He had already begun acting differently since yesterday’s announcement. The scared boy who spent the first few days looking terrified now had a flirty confidence around the other boys. Cody’s impression of the change was confirmed as the boys shaved in the bathroom that morning. Pretty Boy removed all his clothes, not just his scrub top, and stood at the sink naked, bending over just a little more than necessary. It looked like he was inviting the Colonel, Wrestler, or Cody to come up from behind and penetrate him.
But there was no time for that. The boys had only 20 minutes. And the day was about to start and Cody, Wrestler, and the Colonel were thinking about what might happen to them. Pretty Boy had some kind of immunity from suffering but the rest of them didn’t and they wondered what the day would bring. Pretty Boy’s ass looked hot as he stood at the sink but they all had other things on their mind.
Anyway, Cody thought with an inward smirk…. I can always use him later.
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