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The Rules of the Game – Chapter 06

By Jackson Amacher

From the basement, all Dylan could hear was the thumping of the music and the noises of the party. He looked around the basement and tried to memorize where he was, everything around him.

Things grew quiet upstairs, suddenly. Dylan thought he heard a cheer. Then he heard the basement door. Slow footsteps came down the stairs.

“What’s up, slave,” Rex said.

Dylan grunted through his gag in response.

Rex was wearing the full Red uniform, casually drinking from a beer. He set the beer down on the floor near Dylan’s ankle cuffs.

Rex stared at Dylan’s naked, helpless body for a moment. Then he reached out to Dylan’s right nipple, and began tickling it, softly.

“This is how it was meant to be. You, a slave; owning nothing, wearing nothing, no choice in who sees you, no choice in who fucks you. And me, your master. You might think that your current situation is the product of just dumb luck on my part, or maybe the product of cheating. But you’d be wrong, slave,” Rex said.

Rex stopped tickling Dylan’s nipple and let his finger slowly slide around to Dylan’s back, then down to his butt.

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The Rules of the Game – Chapter 03

By Jackson Amacher

Dylan decided to think about how good it felt to finally have his arms free. Thinking about that took his mind off the pain of walking barefoot on the forest floor, and off the humiliation of being in a collar, connected by a rope to three other naked slaves.

He used one hand to cover his groin. Not because he was trying to hide it–there wasn’t much point in that anymore–but because locked around his balls was some sort of device. As soon as he had crawled out of the truck, someone blindfolded him again. He felt himself being marched a few feet and then chained with his arms over his head. They left him like there for what felt like an hour. Until he started feeling someone… teasing him, stroking his body, having fun with him. Dylan thought the mystery guy was going to fuck him right then and there. But then he felt this awful thing get attached to the base of his dick and balls. And then he felt his first shock.

Leading them, by the neck, was Jesse, a Blue. Dylan knew Jesse pretty well–nice guy, level-headed, from Texas. From where he was, all Dylan could see of Jesse was his bare ass, framed by a jock strap.

“Hey. Hey Jesse. Wait up,” Dylan said.

“What, slave?” Jesse said.

“So, I mean, tell us. What happened to you guys? How did the Reds get you?,” Dylan asked.

“Get us? Once we realized the glory of Supreme Leader Rick, we all volunteered to serve him,” Jesse said.

 

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The Submission of BJ Adia

At Bound Gods, BJ Adia’s defiance turns to submission at the hands of Trenton Ducati

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Chained to the skeleton of an old mattress, BJ Adia pulls on his restraints, struggling in vain at what awaits him — Trenton Ducati. Mr. Ducati arrives and gropes the captive with a smirk and rough hands. Today all BJ will do is submit to his dom. Mr. Ducati strips the man and pummels his toned abs and thighs before inspecting BJ’s hard cock. Looking for total submission from him, Trenton tenderizes BJ with a flogging before making BJ gag on his huge cock. Trenton brings BJ into the center of the room and suspends his body horizontal to the ground with only leg for support. Facing the flogger yet again on only one leg, BJ breaks and hungrily accepts Trenton into his mouth and ass. Now this BJ’s asshole is warmed up, Trenton binds his captive to a rusty bed, legs spread wide. He fixes chained clover clamps from BJ’s balls to his ankles, making the prisoner hold still as he takes an onslaught of sharp electric stings. BJ somehow manages to keep the clamps in place, but Trenton tears them away regardless before reaming BJ’s hole again. As Trenton plows his massive dick into BJ, he milks a hot load from the guy and smears the sticky mess all over his face. Trenton then straddles BJ to coat his chest and face in more jizz. BJ is left panting and cum drunk as Trenton struts away, back into the shadows.

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Getting a Czech up

Doctor Nikol Monak has Alan Hemar in for his Czech Up. He starts to examine Alan, starting with his mouth and neck. Nikol’s fingers check Alan’s neck and feel down his back. Then Alan removes his tee shirt and sits on the table. Nikol listens to Alan’s chest with the stethoscope. But Nikol has other things on his mind and he overpowers Alan. He places a hood over Alan’s head and shackles his wrists and ankles. Then Nikol begins to whip Alan with his belt. He removes the hood showing that Alan is also gagged.

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Locker room antics turn into a BDSM scene

At str8hell.com, a naked Jeremy Robbins is setting up his fitness bench which he then sits on and relaxes when he hears a phone ringing. He calls to Peto Mohac, who rushes in to answer the phone. He too is naked and when his call is over he takes a scarf and ties Jeremy’s hands behind his back on the bench. Jeremy complains, it seems this has happened before when Peto is horny. Ivanek Ukara arrioves, wanting to know what is happening. Peto tells him that he is about to fuck with Jeremy and invites him to join in. Peto goes off to shower and Ivanek releases Jeremy. They decide that they should actually fuck Peto when he returns. Peto has a quick shower as the others work out what they will do. Peto returns and they quickly overpower Peto, shackling him to the cross.

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Josef gets tied up and prepared to take a dick up his ass

Sporty straight Josef if fuming that he’s tied in such a humiliating and vulnerable position! Stripped down to nothing but his skimpy sweaty jock strap, his arse is pointed up in the air. He’s bent over just enough so you can see a tempting glimpse of the rim of his arsehole as if he were a teasing whore. When Adrian comes to mock and grope him, Josef’s struggle to get away only results in him wiggling his big round rump! If he’s going to be trained to be a proper world class prostitute he needs to be compliant and loose. Adrian slides his fingers into Josef’s arse to prepare that fuckhole for bigger dick.

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Fucking the Locker Room Thief

By SockgaggedJason

male bondage stories simulated rapeSynopsis/Description: A young nerd is caught sniffing underwear in the locker room by two hot college wrestlers who tie him up, fuck him and turn him into their new slave. Bondage, rape and smell fetish explored. Bondage positions: hogtied, tied up regular, spread eagle . Location: locker room, gym, equipment room, weight room

 

Characters:

Owen Jensen – nerdish college student volunteers time to take care of uniforms and clean up after athletes

Johnny McDowell – captain of the wrestling team

Todd Lopez – co-captain and best friend

Young wrestlers practiced inside the gym on faded foam rubber mats. On a concrete wall written in big bright powder blue letters with red trim was “KALAZOO COLLEGE WILDCATS.” It was a hot box in that small athletic room and they’re soaked in sweat. Some of the young men were wearing their drenched t-shirts but most were shirtless. This was a homoerotic scene – fit, energetic young masculine males in the prime of their life grabbing at each other’s perspiring bodies.

Meanwhile as the team practiced, a slender young college student headed into their locker room pushing a large sized canvas laundry cart on rollers. It was Owen Jensen, 19, the sports equipment manager for the various teams. He was a nerdish cute sophomore with thick, flowing long and wavy golden blonde hair and green eyes.

The locker room was dimly lit and musty with the heavy stench of male body odor hovering. It was part of an old building so it’s somewhat rundown but the lockers were freshly painted powder blue, bright red mesh wire partitions line the space, and the wooden benches anchored to the cement floor are polished to a high sheen.

He started to go locker to locker and collected dirty wrestling singlets and used towels, throwing them into the laundry bin he totes. He came across a particular locker though and stopped to admire the various clothing including a pair of red Fruit of the Loom underwear and a singlet hanging up. He grabbed the underwear and copped a sniff, enjoying the pungent aroma. He rubbed himself for a moment and stuffed the underwear into his back pocket. Then he took the sheer lycra singlet into his hands and pressed the crotch of the uniform against his nose. The odor of sweaty, smelly man scent was strong and he got excited.

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