A well-built athlete is sent to Dream Boy Bondage as a disciplinary problem. They bolt him to a wall, strip him naked, flog his chest, force him to cum, then whip, taze and crucify him.
He takes the pain but, in the end, is broken. Check him out:
See all NINE hi-def videos at Dream Boy Bondage
Title of this series: JOHNNY BOY – Broken At 18
The artist OBJECTIFIER sent these works, which he says were inspired by his correspondence with an ALPHA SADIST:
You can contact the artist via Recon
Jeff opened the bag from Martin while riding the train back to Brooklyn. It contained a pair of condoms and a small bottle of lube. He snorted. Thanks for the thought, Martin, but you have massively misjudged me if you think I’m going to need these. He stuffed the bag back into his backpack.
It was after 1 AM by the time he got home. Bill’s score continued to slowly drain away, which meant that he wasn’t “entertaining any visitors”, which Jeff had figured out was a very sophisticated-sounding euphemism for “being tortured and fucked by strangers”. That was probably for the best because Jeff was completely beat and wouldn’t have been able to stay awake long enough to go start his rescue attempt. Besides, according to Nightmare, he needed to plan… but that could wait until morning.
He woke up a little after 8, definitely earlier than he would on a typical Sunday. He checked in on Bill, who was up and pacing around his tiny cell again. His score had fallen to 204.
By AlphaMetal
Day 3, Morning – Outdoor Forced Labor
The next morning the boys were again awakened by the sound of Alpha banging his police baton on the metal trash can cover and soon the slaveboy distributed the trays with their breakfast.
Fifteen minutes later Alpha released their ankles from the shackles, the slave distributed their towels and shaving gear, and the boys went to the bathroom to clean up. When they finished they returned to their cots and stood at parade rest following the lead the Colonel set the day before.
The Commander, Alpha, and the slaveboy came into the dormitory. The slave was pushing his cart which this time was piled with blue jeans and construction boots; Timberland-style yellow boots with brown padded leather around the ankles. Cody could also see a pile of steel restraints on the cart’s bottom shelf.
“Strip down and fold your prison uniforms and put them on your cots,” the Commander said. The boys obeyed and got back to parade rest.
The slave placed a pair of jeans, socks, and boots – but no shirt – on the floor in front of each boy and the Commander said, “Put on your work clothes.”
Continue reading Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 09
By Bikermike
The e mail just contained a set of instructions. They were unambiguous and described everything James had to do upon arriving at his new master’s house, situated in an isolated spot out in the Fens near Bourne, Lincolnshire.
James had chatted to the guy on Recon only once, so a part of him was a bit worried that his new master might be dangerous, might rob him or might permanently harm him in some way. On the other hand, he felt that fizz of sexual excitement that he always felt when he was about to have some BDSM fun with a new man. Judging by the number of friends this new guy seemed to have on Recon, his assessment was that he would be okay, at least as far as his own safety was concerned. His profile did not contain any photographs and stated that he was forty eight years old, some fifteen years older than James.
They had not discussed anything about the type of play James could expect, but whatever it was it would be entirely safe and would not involve any risk of sexual transmitted disease. However, it would prove to be painful.
The instructions said:
Arrive at 1400 on Saturday. Do not be any more than 5 minutes early but on no account arrive late. This is to be the time as announced on your smartphone, which of course will be British Summer Time.
Enter the barn situated to the rear of the house and strip completely.
Fasten your ankles in the steel spreader bar that will be lying on the floor.
Assume a kneeling position with your head down.
Remain in that position and await my arrival.
Under no circumstances speak unless I give you permission.
Look what happens to Casper at Boynapped
As chains are hung from the metal contraption and the weight on Casper’s nuts grows, Master applies a helmet ring, a cum-stopper, around the fat tip of the captive’s cock. Casper can’t help it, the strokes and the weight of the swinging on his balls feels so good!
See the video at Boynapped
Check out this shoot at BoundMuscleJocks.com. Blaze decides to get his money’s worth from the deadbeat Axel. He throws him to the ground and ties him like a steer before taking him to his private dungeon. There he gets the captive naked before subjecting him to electro torment and a good whipping. Axel starts to wish he had paid his debts.
Title of this shoot: “Your Arse Is Mine Now Part 1”
