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The Musketeers fall under the control of the sadistic De Sade in this classic series by artist Cavelo.

De Sade and the Musketeers – Page 2
by Cavelo
Series: De Sade and the Musketeers

On the musketeers […]

After the auction, the demonstrations begin including greased piglets and a bull attached to a fancy new milking machine….

Rodeo Roundup – Part 3: Demonstrations
by Amalaric
Series: Rodeo […]

The main events occur near the end of the rodeo including the shearing of lambs, a gelding and riding bucking broncos before a winner is declared who enjoys the rewards of his efforts….

Rodeo Roundup – […]

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A short dark scenario from the mind of Amalaric……

From the Depths
by Amalaric

Not one of them knew how they had gotten there, but that was the least of it…none of the men knew where ‘there’ might […]

The Musketeers fall under the control of the sadistic De Sade in this classic series by artist Cavelo.

De Sade and the Musketeers – Page 1
by Cavelo
Series: De Sade and the Musketeers

In the dungeon […]

Super Slut Tortured
by VaultAndrew

SuperSlut is tortured by a sadistic enemy in this video from author/performer Vault Andrew.

Bobby gets a taste of Dave’s straight cock then violates the struggling man’s asshole.

24 Hours – Chapter 17: Bobby Forms a Plan
by Amalaric
Series: 24 Hours

Hascombe rose from the oiled embrace of the […]

Bobby locks Dave in a diabolical position and uses electrodes to persuade the humiliated but stoic stud to give in.

24 Hours – Chapter 18: Two’s Company, Three’s an Orgy
by Amalaric
Series: 24 Hours

Bobby lectured Hascombe as if he were a schoolboy, ‘You’ve been too easy on him, Brent. And, what is all this crap about indentured servants, now a slave…and having him dig a farking trench out back??? Oh man, buddy, what a waste of time!’ Hascombe looked indignant but kept his mouth shut as Bobby continued, ‘OK, I’d be the first to admit that the stalking and capture of a healthy young buck like this one takes some careful effort and, yeah, it can even be fun.’ He hooked a palm around Dave’s warm neck then ruffled the hair on the back of his head. Dave listened to the patter with a growing sense of sickening incredulity, only just realizing the extent of the premeditated set up that had led to his predicament. He cursed himself (not for the first time) as a fool. Bobby looked at him appraisingly and, still lecturing the humbled banker, also addressed his remarks to Dave, ‘He’s given you nothing but trouble, Brent, and, really, who can blame him? Wouldn’t you if your positions were reversed? No, that’s not his fault and, to tell you the truth, I can appreciate a big spirited stud with an honest sense of resistance.’ He laid a hand on Dave’s deep chest and measured the pounding of his heart. ‘Trouble is, there comes a time when he needs to be reeled in; to be, finally, ah…mastered. I mean, shit, Brent, you want this big marine to suck your cock but aren’t you just a little bit afraid that he might bite???’ Dave figured that would be it; that Hascombe would explode. Instead, the prissy older man carefully took a seat, folded his hands in his lap and said in measured tones, ‘You’re the expert, my friend. What would you suggest?’ ‘Well,’ Bobby giggled, ‘I’m so glad you asked.’

Moving behind the perplexed and very frightened captive, Bobby placed a hand firmly on the small of his back and guided him, hobbling against the stretcher bar, toward the green sofa. He turned toward the sound of a grandfather clock in a corner of the room. A truncated gong marked the time- half past twelve. Bobby hissed and licked his lips. ‘It’s the witching hour, Dave. Time to get down to some real business.’ The velvet seat cushions of the long sofa brushed the fine gold hairs of the stud’s legs just above the knees. Dave halted, able to proceed no further, filled with a strange sense of dejá vù, knowing and dreading what was coming next. He had been forced to lean over this sofa from the other direction hours ago. ‘Down on your knees, boy, and bend over.’ Bobby’s tone was matter of fact and Dave noted with a growing sense of horror that he had already fumbled the buckle of his belt open. ‘Why?’ he asked uselessly, stalling for time, ‘What are you going to do to me?’ Bobby grunted and unzipped his trousers. Hascombe, electrified, leaned forward in his chair. Wishing he had a fresh drink, he thought about mixing one then reconsidered, unwilling to miss a single detail of the unfolding drama. Bobby playfully cuffed the stud on the side of his head. ‘I think you already have a pretty good idea but, if you insist, I can make it perfectly clear- I’m going to fuck you, Dave. Yep. A long, hard bang straight up your tight muscled ass and…you know what?’ It was a rhetorical question- Dave stood, rock still, in stunned silence, ‘My friend over there asked you real nice to do him the simple favor of sucking his poor, under-used dick…and you denied him. You, Dave! A slave refusing the simple request of his master!! Well, boy, the tables are turned. I’m only Brent’s guest (he winked at Hascombe), not your master, so instead of requesting the pleasure of your warm manhole I will refrain until (he paused for effect)…you ask me to fuck you.’ He continued, breathless, anxious for the shocked stud’s delayed reaction, ‘And after that, well, maybe we can pick up the thread of unfinished business. I think that by then, if you put your request really politely, your master will allow you to suck his cock. Does that answer all of your questions?’ Dave had vowed to himself that he would die before giving Hascombe a blowjob. The pair of whacked perverts could play their deadly games and call him anything they wanted, but he was no man’s slave; that crazy fantasy had died under the brand in the back garden several hours ago. Dave leveled his blue gaze on the geek and replied with deceptive calm, ‘You can go fuck yourself, Bobby, but I think I’ll pass on both counts.’ His voice rose with uncorked anger, ‘In fact, you can go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, boy. But I swear if you touch me again I’ll find a way to kill you…I swear it, Bobby, I’ll snap your fat neck…BUT ONLY AFTER YOU BEG ME TO DO IT!!!!’ His desperate shout echoed off the walls of the living room and Hascombe looked toward the front door nervously. Bobby exhaled in mock dismay and turned toward the banker. ‘See what I mean, Brent? You’ve got yourself a feisty slave but haven’t disciplined him properly. All of this high falutin creative play hasn’t done jack for his attitude.’ He stared at Dave for a few seconds and, without warning, slammed a balled fist straight into his abdomen. The contact boomed with a wet sounding smack and Dave, unprepared and unable to shield himself from the blow, doubled over in agony. ‘Ah, that’s better,’ Bobby said, ‘Now I want to show you a little invention of mine.’

‘Hey, Dave, I know you might find this hard to believe, but I did some time once in prison. Quite a lot of time, actually.’ Dave didn’t find it hard to believe at all. Bobby continued, all the while fishing around in the canvas bag he had brought with him, ‘Yeah (a shadow passed over his expressive face), it was mostly a drag being in a place like that, but not always…and there was plenty of time for thinking…day dreaming, if you know what I mean? I imagined you, Dave, just like you are now.’ The tall stud was bent over and winded but hadn’t dropped, as commanded, to his knees. ‘I figured a big, strong dude like you wouldn’t take kindly to getting back ended (Bobby hadn’t ‘taken it kindly’ in prison and he wasn’t even a ‘big, strong dude’)…so I invented these little babies to make sure you held the position.’ Dave looked up and squinted, sickly curious, at a pair of nylon filaments about five inches long with stainless steel hooks tied to each end. ‘Simple, but effective,’ Bobby boasted and, nodding at Hascombe, said, ‘OK Brent, I’m going to need some help getting him into position. Our buck won’t appreciate the procedure. Would you fetch the club, please?’ Hascombe jumped to obey and took up his position at Dave’s side. He tapped the club lightly against one knee as Bobby twirled a filament around a thick finger and, pointing at the sofa, ordered the big stud to lie on his back. Dave, of course, refused but resistance was futile. He was manhandled, struggling, onto his back; long body guided into position by thudding whacks from the club and finally subdued to stillness by the banker’s meaty knee planted on his throat. Bobby ran a hungry hand over the twitching muscles of the prone captive’s heaving chest, testing the density of ridged pecs still slick with sweat. ‘Ever think about getting your nipples pierced?’ he said. ‘I hear it really drives the chicks wild.’ Dave, fully aware now of what was coming, twisted violently but was held in place by Hascombe’s weight on his throat and steadied by Bobby’s free hand. The other held an inch-long stainless steel hook pinched delicately between thumb and forefinger. Bobby casually fondled the soft, rosy circle of Dave’s left nipple teasing the nub to hard erection. ‘This might hurt just a tad, boy…so, suck it up!’ Straddling the stud’s squirming torso, he deftly aligned the hook and slowly pierced the base of the nub. Dave gasped at the sharp pain, choking as he strained against the pressure of Hascombe’s knee on his windpipe while Bobby repeated the operation on his other nipple. ‘OK, time to get him flipped over.’ The bound captive’s long body was levered over lying on his belly, legs pulled off the sofa and forced to a squatting position on the floor. He tried to rise but it was a simple matter for Hascombe to hold him in position with a hand well placed, now on the back of his neck, pressing his torso from the waist up into the soft green velvet of the sofa. Bobby wriggled a hand between Dave’s chest and the cushions and attached the free hooks at the other ends of the filaments to the fabric effectively tethering the thrashing prisoner by twin five-inch leashes to his squatting position bent over the sofa. Dave couldn’t rise without ripping the hooks from his pierced nipples.

It was a simple matter to re-position the terrified prisoner’s wrists, fastened now by thick strands of rope on either side of his quivering thighs. Dave’s broad, calloused hands flopped uselessly just below the creamy swell of jutting, lightly parted buttocks awaiting the command to spread them wide. The stretcher bar was left in place, attached to his ankles, as the tall buck squatted before the sofa, bent over at the waist, shifting uncomfortably against the hooked tethers that kept him from rising. The bar kept his heavily muscled thighs spread affording Bobby and Hascombe an unobstructed rear view of Dave’s dangling cock and pendulous, swinging balls. The two satisfied partners stood back and admired their work. Dave was bound, helpless and humiliated, in the ultimate submissive position, utterly unable to resist Bobby’s threatened invasion of his manly ass.

‘Say, Brent, keep an eye on things for a minute, ok? I need to get some stuff out of my car.’ Hascombe nodded happy approval and Bobby exited for a few minutes but soon returned hefting a couple of cardboard boxes. Dave’s head, laid flat on the green sofa cushion, twisted sideways in order to get a better view of what might be heading his way. Bobby sliced open the boxes with a pocket knife, removing a portable generator and several cords along with a pronged metal rod attached to a trigger mechanism and a strange device that looked something like an enormous, wired dildo. ‘Pleasure and…pain…pleasure and…pain,’ he muttered the words dreamily, like a mantra, fiddling all the while with tangled wire. Finally, everything seemed to be in order and Bobby leaned forward and grasped the big stud’s cock dangling helplessly between spread thighs. ‘Dave, you’ve had a hell of a day and probably wish that it was over. Well, boy, as Janis Joplin once said, ‘Tomorrow never comes, it’s all the same fucking day,’ and, with that, provoked a surprised yelp from the trussed up construction worker as a large alligator clamp was fastened to the sensitive shaft of his penis, just below the head. ‘Please,’ Dave mouthed the inarticulate whisper into the green cushion so no one would hear, ‘don’t do this, not this…’ and another clamp was attached to his ball sack, right between the firm, slippery nuts, pushing them slightly apart. Bobby hissed his satisfaction and lightly toyed with the incandescent blond hairs dusting Dave’s scrotum, running his finger along the seam to the first tentative cleft of his half-spread ass. Dave winced, as much from confused embarrassment as from pain. Other clamps were attached to his toes and, finally, to the damp hair in the musty recess of sweat soaked armpits. ‘Boy, you look like the DC Christmas tree on the White House lawn,’ Bobby chirped…and threw a switch on the generator. An electric charge jumped from the clamps attached to Dave’s toes and his thighs jacked six inches wider as the shock coursed like raging fire along the nerve synapses of squatting legs. ‘Not bad!!!’ Bobby shouted and threw another switch. Dave’s armpits registered a sudden outpouring of molten lead, dribbling in flaming sheets down his ribcage and pooling in his groin. He jerked five inches upright, but was stopped by the hooks that threatened to rip through the bloody nubs of tender nipples, ass jutting in stupefied surprise straight toward the delighted spectators. ‘Fuck!!!’ Bobby shouted, turning toward the beaming banker, ‘This is fun! Let’s try another one, but maybe a little more juice this time,’ and threw a third switch. Dave’s big balls jumped in horror as an invisible sledge hammer slammed between them and raced straight up his solar plexus trailing a burning tail of mixed nausea and tingling agony that seemed to explode through the pores of his thrashing torso. He screamed a heartfelt wish that begged for release even if it meant death; anything at all to quench the spreading fire.

Dave McGuiness, former marine, present grunt on a downtown construction site, blond heart throb, dutiful son and lover of a girl named Cathy lay, bent over and panting, on the sweat soaked velvet cushion of the banker’s living room sofa. He wished he was dead. Everything he had endured in that endless day (tomorrow never comes…) paled in comparison to the frantic agony of Bobby’s pyrotechnics. The insatiable, yet strangely patient, nerd continued to toy with various switches, his touch feather-light, and Dave’s long body jerked as random shocks animated twitching muscles with a ‘low-cal’ version of the full blown treatment. ‘What do you think, Dave?’ Bobby’s voice was low and full of mock concern. ‘Ready to pop that special question? Just spread those cheeks and say the word, boy…’ ‘Go to hell,’ Dave said, but his voice lacked conviction. He wanted to die but, instead, merely wept into the taunting softness of the green sofa. ‘See what I mean, Bobby?’ Hascombe interrupted. ‘This big son of a bitch has a core of pure steel. He’s like a wild horse; a raging bull… Not so easy to break, so don’t blame me or my methods.’ He wielded the three-foot prod and jabbed the pronged end into the massed muscle of Dave’s taut ass. Taking a deep breath, Hascomb pulled the trigger. The exhausted stud shot forward under the surging impact into the back of the sofa with a force that would have snapped a lesser man’s neck. Dave sobbed in desperation, humiliated beyond endurance and nearly mouthed the fateful words: Yeah, fuck me and get it over with. Don’t care anymore. Got nothing left to lose… Instead, he bit his tongue and bright blood pooled on the green velvet already streaked by pierced nipples. Hascombe scowled, an angry smirk on his pasty face, but his young friend seemed thoughtful. ‘Patience, Brent,’ stroking the demoralized buck’s broad back with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. A thoughtful look glazed Bobby’s black eyes and he blinked slowly. ‘A raging bull, you say?’ His mouth quirked with slow inspiration and he turned from the prod in Hascombe’s shaking hand to the oddly shaped dildo. ‘You know,’ Bobby’s voice still had that dreamy quality and Dave shivered, testing his bonds for the thousandth time, ‘that gives me an idea.’

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Dave finally meets Bobby and Bobby takes in every detail of Dave’s captive body.

24 Hours – Chapter 16: A Casual Exploration
by Amalaric
Series: 24 Hours

Dave’s rounded biceps flexed nervously as Bobby thoughtfully squeezed and he winced as the deep recess of damp hairy armpits endured the sharp probe of eager fingers. The buck’s broad chest rose and fell rapidly as coursing adrenaline screamed its defiance at the ticklish tracing of defined pecs. The master playfully flicked the erect nub of his captive’s left nipple with a practiced forefinger and sighed with approval. Fine, nearly invisible gold hairs dusting the stud’s naked torso pricked in anticipation as a pudgy hand stroked him like a dog. Heading due south at a leisurely pace, the smooth corrugation of Dave’s unyielding solar plexus was roughly kneaded as if testing its suitability for a rapid series of gut punches. All in good time, Bobby thought, his creative mind working through a dozen possibilities. Dave shook his head in ritual denial, blue eyes screwed shut, as the hand descended, following the well-marked treasure trail spilling from his deep navel, to the forest of dark gold hair at his groin. Bobby wandered there for a while dancing deliriously in the wiry bracken like a camp extra in the ‘Sound of Music’. He giggled, savoring the analogy, and hummed a few incoherent lines from one of the famous tunes: Kittens with whiskers…brown paper wrappings…oh! These are the things… Testing the frantic pulse of the horrified stud’s femoral artery, marveling at the pounding tide produced by mixed fear and rage, Bobby reveled in his dominance and, grasping the other man’s narrow hips with both hands, seemed to contradict it all by squatting, almost on his knees, before the towering form of his sweating captive.

Dave’s wary penis wasn’t about to be fooled again. Muscular legs jerked against the stretcher bar in reflexive anxiety as Bobby ran his fingernail up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, pausing to pick lightly at the tacky scab formed over the branded ‘H’, but unerringly toward the stripped-down buck’s dangling cock and balls. Hascombe watched, breathless, squirming in the comfortable depths of the easy chair, his own cock running a slick stream of precum into the sticky confines of the sodden silk thong beneath his polyester trousers. The captive construction worker submitted because he had no choice, knotted muscles of calves and thighs straining, frantic to close the gap forced by the iron bar, bound wrists chaffed and bloody, twisting against the rope. A damp hand closed around his slack scrotum, clammy-hot as it swung freely in the air, and his large balls were carefully fingered and squeezed- gently at first then with increasing pressure. Dave voiced a silent plea, Oh shit, please! This can’t be happening!! He thought, weirdly, of waking that morning and casually soaping up in the shower, handling himself without a thought…well, almost…just like any other day; nothing special, nothing unusual. Stepping out onto a terry cloth mat, drying off and pulling on his clothes, locking the door behind him as he left for work just like any other day. This day!!!! Dave’s desperate gaze was riveted, now, on the humiliating procedure; staring down at the hunched shoulders and greasy black hair of his handler, horrified by the sight of his manhood groped, fondled then held slack, like a votive offering, in the other man’s pudgy palm. Bobby sighed and let Dave’s testicles drop, swinging back and forth between spread legs. He paused for a few seconds as if considering and reached for the stud’s scandalized dick. ‘You got quite the tool, boy!’ Bobby’s admiration was unfeigned. ‘Hey, what’s your name?’ He looked up and met the buck’s perplexed gaze, a bright smile plastered on his flushed face. Dave’s blond eyebrows arched quizzically and he shook his head in disbelief. The casual question un-nerved him, somehow making the invasive exam far more personal, deepening a nearly overwhelming sense of vulnerable shame. Bobby paused, lightly gripping the root of the captive’s thick cock between thumb and forefinger, then, bored by the surprised silence, gave his captive’s dangling nuts a hard thump. ‘Answer me, boy!’ Not a request, but a command. ‘My name’s Dave McGuiness,’ he mumbled the words reluctantly as if sacrificing some precious, secret knowledge; an unwilling gift of power to the calculated cruelty of the other man. Skilled fingers pinched and probed the sensitive head of Dave’s warm dick, teasing a response as frictive pressure caressed flared rims and tickled the inner shaft. The naked stud kept no secrets as Bobby played with his cock like a kid born on Christmas Day and he nearly screamed when Bobby’s wet mouth opened, shark-like, and, gripping the length of his penis, seemed to swallow it whole.

Dave’s battered mind staggered backward as impossible sensations coursed upwards from his groin. The sickening familiarity of the act only served to augment his shock; skittering sideways to Cathy’s delicate mouth, first kissing his unzipped cock to pulsing eagerness then sliding forward to engulf him, busy tongue coaxing slowly toward explosive ecstasy. It was a rare treat, shared on special lazy or hurried occasions, usually parked in some secluded spot in the front seat of the car. On those odd, wonderful excursions Dave reveled in the passive role allowing his woman to fumble his pants open, dig deep in the soft confines of warm cotton briefs and handle his hot manhood as she saw fit. He trusted her and would lay back, shirt unbuttoned to a cool breeze on his naked torso, as she worked her magic below his unbuckled belt. He frantically tried to banish these thoughts now, terrified of desecration and wary of his dumb manhood’s propensity for casual betrayal, as Bobby sucked noisily up and down the stiffening shaft of his spit-slick cock. Dave’s fears, however, were, in this case, unfounded. The portly geek managed a skillful blowjob, dexterous tongue probably more talented, even, than Cathy’s and it was true that the big stud’s flaccid cock packed some mighty potential; thickening noticeably in the hungry confines of Bobby’s ravenous mouth, but then it stalled, now wiser by far than it had been mere hours ago. No, Dave’s beleaguered dick wouldn’t be fooled again. Bobby enjoyed himself anyway, completely unconcerned, perhaps even gratified, by the unfulfilled response. Straightforward sex was hardly his forté and this was really only a warm up; a casual exploration; a thoughtful exercise in subtle humiliation.

Bobby relished a last lingering slurp and rose to his feet, oddly relieved that the beaten stud could marshal some resistance at this late hour. He draped a comradely arm over Dave’s wide shoulder and leaned into his chest, breathing the pungent scent of manly sweat produced by good old-fashioned exertion but spiced with an underlying aroma of fear and desperate anger. No, Bobby would never, given the choice, settle for anything vanilla. He possessed far more exotic tastes and was almost grateful to the big, hulking buck for making it so easy to do what he did best. If Dave had liked having his cock rammed down a greasy nerd’s throat it would have spoiled everything. And so, that special time had come and Bobby shook with excited anticipation relishing each second as it ticked slowly by.
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As Bobby finally arrives, Roberta enjoys some alone time with the handsome captive. But she is soon shooed away as Hascombe and Bobby prepare to get down to business.

24 Hours – Chapter 15: The Futility of Resistance
by Amalaric
Series: 24 Hours

How do you feel, boy? All nice and comfy?’ Dave stared into his nemesis’ merry eyes and Hascombe’s racing heart nearly derailed at the depth of pathos and silent entreaty brimming in the deep blue gaze. He waited, patiently sizing up myriad details of the naked buck’s lush, masculine landscape, watching all the while as Dave’s mind grappled with its horrifying predicament. ‘Answer me, boy!’ Patience had its limits. ‘It hurts, man…’ the deep baritone trailed off, embarrassed by the absurdity of stating the obvious. The sense of incongruity flattened to pointless paradox as Dave attempted to reason with his captor without, however, a shred of hope. He couldn’t help himself; it was in his nature. ‘Mr. Hascombe,’ he paused, tears welling in his beautiful eyes, willing himself not to drop his gaze. Damn! Should have said ‘sir’. ‘This isn’t right, what you’re doing to me…sir.’ His strong, generous mouth, suited to a heart-melting grin or firm line of concentration hammering dry wall gaped slightly open, sensuous lips lightly parted over even white teeth. Hascombe’s rigid dick screamed its outrage at the sight, impatiently demanding pent up release, wanting more than anything to ram its way home; all the way down the big stud’s throat. The banker frantically grabbed his crotch, massaging the twitching monster that held him in thrall as Dave watched, mesmerized by the pantomime. Deeply scandalized in spite of all that he had endured, the bound man dropped any pretense of reason, knowing full well what his captor wanted. He would die first. As expected, the gambit wasn’t long in coming, ‘I imagine right about now your muscles feel like a thousand hot, tiny fish hooks are slowly tearing their random way to God knows where, eh?’ Dave looked away, tears of unabashed agony streaming down his face, and shifted in the ropes. Hascombe reached out and grasped his slave’s cock, lightly massaging the velvety rims of the engorged head, and Dave shuddered as the dark (and desperately denied) energy of the rope buried deeply in his ass- all the while rubbing away at his clenched hole- channeled itself into an unwilling erection. Hascombe sighed appreciatively at the size of the stud’s bobbing hard-on, looking back and forth from his victim’s mortified blush to the stiff evidence of his unwilling shame. He stroked the long shaft with a pudgy finger and repeated his demand, ‘Tell me you’ll get down on your knees, boy, and open that big, beautiful mouth of yours…and all this will end; I’ll cut the ropes.’ ‘FUCK YOU!!!’ Dave screamed, just as the doorbell rang.

‘Must be your pudgy young fuck-friend, better let him in,’ Roberta stood, hands on rounded hips, glaring at her husband. Hascombe wrenched himself from the sight of Dave’s bobbing cock and abruptly turned away, mildly concerned at what his unpredictable spouse might do in his absence. He had good reason, and Roberta watched with a cat-like gaze of mischievous inscrutability as he reluctantly left and closed the door. She turned to the bound captive, fluttering heart ripped in a thousand directions by the sight of the tall, helpless man completely at her mercy. Dave’s cock was drooping but still half stiff; confused by the fading memory of the banker’s fondling. Roberta smiled and taunted the buck. Reaching out, she lightly fingered Dave’s sweat-drenched balls. Noting his stiff dick, she laughed and said, ‘I never would have pegged you for one of those fairy boys! So, you liked the feel of Brent’s hand on your big rod? I’m so disappointed. What would Cathy think if she knew?’ Dave wearily raised his head and locked a steely gaze on his diminutive mistress. Gathering tatters of shredded pride, he refuted the taunt in a wordless rebuke; narrowed eyes, set jaw, and firm mouth asserting a masculinity so profound that Roberta flinched then shuddered as an involuntary orgasm wracked her body. It’s been two damn weeks since I’ve been fucked!!! The hell with Brent’s silly games, she thought, I want this man inside of me…NOW. She stepped back, singed by the heat radiating from Dave’s naked body and, fumbling in the drawer of an exquisitely carved table, withdrew a knife and impulsively cut the rope attached to the hook in the ceiling. An agony that surpassed all others, except, perhaps, the branding, exploded in Dave’s body as the tension in nearly dislocated shoulders and arms abruptly relaxed. He shrieked, balanced precariously for a split second on one foot, and crashed sideways to the lacquered floor. Roberta, caught unaware by the captive’s reaction, knelt by his side and, alternately stroking the hard contours of the twitching muscles of his torso and fumbling with the maze of ropes, frantically sliced the hemp around the young stud’s tortured groin. She had one thing in mind and Dave’s packed balls were no use whatsoever constricted by a rough piece of twine. He lay on his side, panting with mixed relief and ebbing pain, face pressed to the cool surface of waxed wood and submitted in an odd, disassociated kind of way to the woman’s starved caresses, only groaning slightly as she levered him on to his back. Dave’s hands were still bound, but considering his release from the torment of Shibari, the slave dared to hope and his broad chest swelled as he inhaled the illusive wind of freedom. Part of his mind chattered a guilty accusation, remembering all that he had endured so far at the hands of the woman and her sadist husband, even as his body surrendered in stupid gratitude to the hypnotic stroking of nimble feminine fingers. If Roberta had cut the ropes binding Dave’s wrists he probably would have fucked her right there on the floor…before calling the cops…or snapping her neck. The delirium of release and unaccustomed tenderness wove a powerful spell and the buck responded, like an animal, unfettered cock throbbing its own ten inch rock hard hunger, glistening head slicked with lubricant. Saved for Cathy…saved for…

‘What the hell is going on in here!!?’ Hascombe stood in the doorway, shocked dismay working overtime on his flushed face. His wife flashed him a wicked smile and straddled the prone buck, grinding her pelvis against his electrified dick in a burlesque parody of sexual domination. ‘What does it look like, Brent?’ she purred, ‘I thought I’d take what you never offered…or never could. Poor little man.’ The banker, accustomed to deference, flinched at the insult then huffed with anger. Beginning with a sarcastic riposte, ‘Well, maybe not for you, baby, but…’ he paused, lost control, and rushed into the room. Roberta hissed and, rolling off of Dave, skittered like a delicate spider across the floor. Backing into a corner she crouched, all bristle and frustrated spite, suddenly-dark eyes flashing a lifetime of bored frustration and thwarted appetite. Hascombe advanced, anger unabated, and, turning his back on Dave, nearly made a fatal mistake. He stood before the crouching woman wrestling with, what to him, was the ultimate affront; his careful scenario lay in ruins. Fists clenched at his sides, he stood stiff as a marionette and sputtered, ‘How dare you?’ Roberta shrieked, mouth twisted to one side impossibly wide, brandishing the half empty bottle of Chablis like a loaded gun, ‘The boy belongs to me too, you selfish bastard!!! You’ve been having all the fun, you always have all the fun…you…’ she trailed off, took a deep breath, and spit the acid of self-pity straight into her uncaring husband’s face, ‘I HAVEN’T BEEN FUCKED IN TWO WEEKS, BRENT!!!!!!!’

Dave snapped out of his sexual trance as soon as the banker entered the room. The last few seconds of Roberta’s slow grind rubbed against a cock gone soft with renewed terror. He watched with amazement as his two adversaries squared off, head twisted sideways, quick mind working frantically, looking for any advantage in the unexpected splitting of the ranks. The seconds ticked slowly by, for once stacked in the young stud’s favor as he sidled toward the discarded knife on the floor. ‘Ah, shit, please, please! If I can only get my hands free,’ Dave felt a delicious rush of fresh adrenaline and jerked sideways, eyes riveted on his captors at the far end of the room, reaching for the knife…and was blinded by explosive pain as the metal-shod toe of a booted foot landed on his rib cage. The force of the kick flipped him over on his belly and the boot planted itself triumphantly on the high rise of his naked ass pinning him to the floor. ‘Hey! Look what we got here!’ Bobby chortled, ‘Seems like your boy’s still got a lot of spirit left in him Brent. He was all set on staging a get-away while you two love birds had it out.’ The burly computer geek grinned slyly, winked, and added, ‘Hi Roberta! How’s life been treating you lately?’

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Roberta disappeared, sulking in one of her hideaway rooms in the labyrinthine house. Bobby disgusted her and, outnumbered now, she retreated to consider a more creative strategy. The little lady was down but not out. Dave was left alone with the ‘boys’ and the return of sickening fear was only tempered by the depthless measure of his rage as he considered how close he had come to escape. Despite the inevitable outcome, with hands still tightly bound behind his back, the agile buck put up a good fight. Swearing as only a former marine could, Dave twisted away from his captors, kicking out with bare feet as he was wrestled into position by the two panting men and finally subdued with sharp blows of the billy club on chest and abs. He stood once again, breathless, head bowed in pain and bitter resignation expecting a resumption of the Shibari bondage. The sight of the leering newcomer terrified Dave and, delving deep into instincts honed by ten agonized hours, he sensed that Hascombe was a mere acolyte in the presence of the stocky younger man. Bobby sucked up the stud’s anxiety like a rare elixir, marveling at his long-deferred thirst; delirious with joy, he intended to drink deeply.

For the banker, Shibari had lost its charm and Dave was hustled from the tea room back toward the center of the house; goaded along by a rain of blows from a leather strap. Hascombe let out a whoop as he drove the stud before him at a brisk trot, strap cracking in his clenched hand, snapping off the knotted muscles of the buck’s exposed back and buttocks. His tall victim jogged ahead, bone weary but at the same time galvanized by sick anxiety, under no illusion that fresh pain and deeper humiliation awaited him. Finally, he was ordered to halt and stood shaking, breath ragged in pumping lungs. His tawny head bowed in submission, Dave stoically waited for the next phase of his torment. Resistance was futile, but he had fought anyway- at many points in the ten hour descent into hell- and the piper always demanded a steeper price for each infraction. This time would be no exception and, besides, there was always Hascombe’s unfulfilled demand to be considered. The ex-soldier had his pride; he would die before dropping to his knees before the master’s loathsome cock.

Hascombe sat back in an easy chair, fresh drink balanced in one hand, tapping a small whip on his knee. He gloated with a combination of proprietary ownership and satiated voyeurism observing Bobby’s first leisurely examination of the captive stud. The ‘center of attention’ was a sight to behold. Dave stood in the middle of the spacious room, freshly manacled with arms raised and hands clenched behind his handsome head, ankles cuffed in similar fashion and legs lightly spread by a stretcher bar. Stripped completely naked, the tall blond construction worker resembled a tragic god impossibly restrained, about to suffer horrendous consequences; not because of any crime, but as payment rendered for unreasoning beauty and effortless nobility. Bobby savored every detail and marveled at the similarity between his and Hascombe’s taste in men. He, of course, had seen it all before but this one was a rare catch and ranked among the finest. His mind whirred with a thousand possibilities, devising complex games and scenarios as trembling hands examined the ‘goods’. Dave stood impassive, grinding his teeth in dull humiliation. He had been through this before and mentally compared the various gropes of three sets of hungry hands as the naked muscles of his young body were thoroughly explored by yet another curious tourist. Curious, yes, but also experienced. Dave noted, in a way he would have been horrified to put into words, the subtle difference between Hascombe’s and Bobby’s probing; the one hasty, frantic, eager in a dizzy, drunken sort of way, while Bobby’s touch was far more disturbing. The dark-haired, burly young geek communicated a focused lust so intense that it sizzled on the silky skin beneath his roving fingers. It didn’t help that Bobby was Dave’s peer, nearly his age, vastly augmenting the sense of violated shame that the confident, macho construction worker felt. Hascombe was bad enough, but the rich, faintly effeminate banker seemed like the inhabitant of another universe and that ‘otherness’ somehow helped as Dave endured his scrutiny. Roberta, though a wicked, dangerous bitch, was at least a woman. Her frazzled heterosexuality was horrifying but comprehensible. And then there was this new guy- what was his name? Bobby??- someone he might have passed on the street or nodded to in the supermarket, both fully clothed, freely pursuing various pastimes and (ok, let’s face it) gently patronized or even pitied by a guy like Dave. He was suddenly conscious as never before of his lithe musculature, six foot three inch frame and casual, self-assured masculinity. Worse was the realization that the other man understood everything but in inverse proportion; Bobby was the master perusing a naked buck, bound and helpless, and pity was not part of his vocabulary.

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Salty Stalks
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I find myself traversing a desert, reduced to wearing only a white loincloth.
As I make my way to shelter, the sun beating down on me, I come across a grouping of large long stalk like plants.

I break one tip of the stalks, opening it up and drink the milky fluid within, its salty and I spit it out quickly!
Other stalks came alive and immediately attack me, wrapping around my ankles and wrists like tentacles. They try to drive me under the sand but I struggle, my muscles bunching as I fight them off.

More tentacles erupt from the sand, my muscles are taught as I try to fight off the others. Tentacles wrap around my neck and force my head back. A tentacle tries to force itself into my mouth but I bite down hard on it.
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They tighten and try to choke me. Other tentacles slap my ass and thighs. The tentacle tries to force its way into my mouth again. Other tentacles now slam into my arched abs. They beat my abs and ass in unison, tears roll down my cheeks as my abs give way. I’m driven to my knees and arched back even further, I scream in pain. The tentacle plunges in my throat and chokes me with its thick plant cum.
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I awake in a cave, glowing fungi give light, my limbs are held fast, I’m on my knees, ankles and wrists still held tight by tentacles. My arms are pulled above me head and back. My abs and ass are red, bruised and sore. Lips and chin covered in a thin film of dried plant cum. I see around 50 tentacle plants around me of various sizes. A central stalk slithers into view, all the tentacles are joined to it, it has one overly large 30inch cock , an oval sucker mouth and a large central orb which eyes me hungrily. Small tentacles wrap around my loincloth and pull it aside. These same tentacles wrap around my cock and balls. They pull and squeeze them, a tentacle then enters my cock hole and slithers down it.
I struggle viciously against the tentacles, pulling down on the ones holding my arms. This causes the tentacle in my cock to start to fuck me, sliding up and down inside my shaft, it widens, stretching me out. I struggle more as the pain increases. Tentacles wrap around my throat again, pulling my chin to my chest. Tentacles pound my abs till my mouth opens up, a thick cock like tentacle rams itself into it, stretching my throat, I writhe in pain as I feel it travel into my body. I’m forced to deep throat it as the other tentacle fucks my cock. Tentacles wrap around my waist, and start to tighten around it, increasing the pressure I feel in my body. The tentacle in my cock cums, as it pulls out it sprays its cum along my abs and chest. The cock in my throat fucks me harder as the others crush my waist and abs. The extreme pain has me in and out of consciousness.
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The centre stalk slithers forward, its eye drinking in my body. The tentacle in my throat expands, completely filling my throat, I feel hot plant cum spray in my mouth and wash down into my gut, it does not pull out but continues to thrust deeper into my throat. The tentacles wrapped around my abs pull up, flattening and crushing my abs against my spine, tears stream down my eyes from the abuse. The central stalk stops right in front of me, its mouth inches from mine. A vacuum like cylinder sprouts out of it and slithers to my cock which it then encases.
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The throat tentacle blasts hot plant cum into my throat and gut once again before pulling out of me. It spurts its remaining load onto my face, neck and chest, completely covering me in its thick cum.
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I gag as more cum flows out of my mouth. The tentacles around my neck pull my head right back, till my head rests on the cold cave floor, my back is completely arched, my heels digging into my ass cheeks, my abs crushed against my spine, my chest and lats flared out.
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The vacuum starts to massage and pump my cock, I feel other finger thick tentacles pull at my balls while still more part my ass cheeks and force their way a little way into me, causing me to cry out. Soon against my will, the tentacles have my cock rock hard.
The central stalk vacuum pumps my cock faster and faster, the tentacles pull and squeeze my balls and the finger tentacles slowly pry and pump my ass. The tentacles crushing my abs unwind slowly, the pain as my battered abs reform is immense and I blast my load into the vacuum as pleasure and pain blur. The vacuum mouth sucks all my cum forcefully, I twitch and spasm as the orgasm spears me, but the tentacle stalk continues its assault on my cock, continually milking me. My body quivers as orgasm after orgasm takes me.
The central stalks massive cock bends down and hovers over my taught, stretched body. The tentacles around my throat unwind but they clasp the back of my head and force my chin to my chest. The vacuum pushes my cock down between my legs as it continues milking me, my abs already past their limit, force me to groan, with the strain. The cock stalk drips cum onto my chest, it pools at my adams apple before dripping down my sides. The ab tentacles completely unwind, my abs snap and reform immediately. I scream in pain and beg for mercy but before I can finish the tentacles assault me again.
The tentacles roam across my abs, my cock twitches and I groan as my cock spurts more cum into the vacuum. The central stalk flops its massive cock onto my body, its weight drives the air out of me, its massive glistening head rests on my chest, spilling cum on me.
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I feel its base on my lower abs. The other tentacles start gouging at my abs individually. They dig in between the muscles and push them aside into my oblique walls. The space creates a grove in my body that the central stalk forces its cock into, its entire length forcing my abs apart, its head now erect over my chest, inches form my gaping mouth, tears rolling down my face as the pain wrecks me.
The other tentacles now wrap around my waist and the central stalk cock, joining us together. It blasts cum on me again, the hot liquid runs into the ab groves and the depression in my stomach, lubricating the cock and my body. It then starts to pump slowly along me.
Eyes bulging as my muscles grind against the cock,I scream in immense pain. The cum it pumped into me before is pushed back into my throat and mouth as my insides are compressed. I gag as it leaks out of my mouth and nose, running down onto my beaten body.
The central stalks cock quickens its strokes along my body, each body breaking thrust making me scream with pain, the vacuum keeps on milking my cock which is continually forced to create cum. I judder again as I blast another load into the vacuum. The other tentacles part my ass cheeks further and I feel a number of tentacles thrust into my ass and pump further into me. I gag as I feel them deep in me competing for space with my crushed abs. The pain causes my cock to spurt once more.
Tentacles now hook my cheeks, opening my mouth wide as the massive cock blasts a shot of hot plant cum onto my face and into my mouth.
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The tentacles securing my legs untighten, my body and will too broken and exhausted to take advantage. They then frog tie my legs. The other tentacles around my waist loosen up as the central stalk hoists me into the air, balancing me on my knees. the pressure on my body is immense and I gag up more cum, it spills out of my open mouth and splatters onto my heaving chest. More cum is drained from my sore cock.
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The tentacles that were securing my arms and head now pull me back, arching my back and hyper extending my abs, I scream in pain. The tentacles keep pulling, my back aches in pain and my abs pull at each other, tears stream from my eyes as the tentacles tie my wrists to my ankles, hog tying me.
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The vacuum pulls back on my cock, I scream as my lower abs start to stretch. Tentacles cradle my chin and pull my head back till my mouth is just inches from my cock. Tears stream down my face as my neck, back and upper abs spasm in pain. The grinding of the cock on my body stops for a second as it reforms to take the shape of me. It then continues to body fuck me, its head jamming into my solar plexus, I feel hot plant cum splatter on my pecs and upper rib cage. Through the pain I see there are only two finger thick tentacles pumping my ass, the others still spreading my ass cheeks wide as if waiting. The top of the vacuum then opens up.
Tentacles pull and squeeze my balls, pulling them up away from my cock. the vacuum now fully opened starts to massage and squeeze my throbbing cock, I try not to cum but the pressure on my abs and the writhing testicles in my ass prove too much. I blast a hot load onto my face, it splatters on my cheeks and chin, more of it spurts into my mouth, the tentacles squeezing my throat forcing me to swallow my own cum. The vacuum continue milking my cock, cum dribbles onto my face and down onto my lips.
Another tentacle then once again enters my cock hole. The tentacle enters the length of my throbbing cock, I squirm as it starts to grow larger and throb. Another tentacle then also pushes into my cock. I scream in pain as my cock stretches to accommodate the tentacles. They alternately fuck my cock, causing me to gasp and squirm. Then a third tentacle tries to get in, I groan horribly as it tries to fit in. The other two tentacles blast the inside of my cock with plant cum, I feel so full as they lube me up and force one more tentacle in me. Before long all three tentacles cum, each one brings a wordless scream from me. They then pull out while other tentacles squeeze the cum out of my cock and into my mouth where I am forced to swallow it into my beaten gut.
The tentacles start loosening up, once again forcing my chin to my chest. They relax my back, straightening me out, pain racks me as I uncramp. The Centre stalk cock blasts my face one more time before going flacid and sliding out of the forced grove in my abs. The tentacles relax around my waist, dropping lightly over my thighs. My abs snap back into place with an audible pop, causing my body to spasm in pain as my abs involuntarily flex over and over again forcing the cum in my gut to rush out of my mouth, it spills over my chest and down my quivering body. My hands are fastened around my head. Then the two tentacles in my ass withdraw. Out of the cum hole of the massive cock stalk another thin tentacle sprouts out and enters my ass, I feel it travel some way up my lower gut. Tears stream down me as it starts to slowly pump me.
The tentacles securing my legs unwind, they secure my knees only, while the other tentacles pull me to my feet. My knees are pulled out and around untill they are in line with my shoulders. The strain on my thighs is immense. The majority of my weight is now on my legs. My battered fucked body shakes as the exhausted muscles in my legs, thighs and ass bunch up as they struggle to support me. I feel the tentacle in my battered gut start to expand, I cry out in pain as I feel my insides stretch.
The tentacles raping me continue their attack. After expanding it slides all the way out of my body, it expands once again, this time to the size of an average cock, tentacles grasp my waist, pushing my back forward so my gut sticks out. the tentacle enters my trembling ass. I scream in pain as it rams it in, its cock plunging in and out of me. It pulls out fully again, it rubs hard on my exposed abs causing me to gag as my abs flex and buckle around it. The eye watches me evilly as it grows the tentacle in size, to 12 inches long and atleast 3 wide. My eyes bulge in terror. Im held fast. The tentacle blasts hot cum on my abs before plunging straight into me. The force lifts me off the ground and my legs give way as my body collapses from the immense shock and pain. I cry and grunt in pain with each full stroke. The cock stretches, breaks and fills me up. My abs bulging to accommodate the monster in my gut.
The tentacle cums, I feel it swell up, the cum moving like a wave through the cock before it unloads deep in my gut. My body convulses as my abs bulge, my ass muscles clenching and unclenching as they try to accommodate the massive member. Legs shaking uncontrollably. It pulls out, my abs snapping back into position as they cum rushes out of my gaping ass.
Now the tentacles securing my right leg moves to my ankle and forces my leg up and to side of my head. Tentacles then twist my body to my left, causing my abs to tighten up till I feel them groan. I scream till my throat is raw. The cock tentacle then expands infront of me. The massive cock tentacle wavers infront of me. It reaches from my adams apple down to my pulled balls and hard cock. It thumps against my body, its weight making my eyes water. I plead and beg the central stalk not to enter me. It slams the cock into my twisted abs, breaking through my muscular wall and jarring my spine. The force makes cum spew from my mouth and ass. Then it shoves a tentacle in my mouth and down my throat as it positions the 18 incher under my gaping ass. Tears stream from my eyes in anticipation.
The 18 incher is slammed into me, my ass stretches and stretches and I convulse in pain. My cock shoots load after load as the tentacle stretches and my lower gut and abs. I watch in horror as my abs expand and deform then pop as the massive member pushes through my body. I cant even scream as my mouth is filled with cock. My mind tries to black out but the ass stretching ab popping continuous pain keeps me very awake. I can see the cock size and shape clearly through my abs as it pushes them out and they fall into place around it. The fucking shatters me as I feel its head slam into my obliques then slide up to my ribs.
With a final push the tentacle slams into my solar plexus, my muscles shudder as the pain rips right through my every fiber. The cock in my throat is jarred and pushed further down. I feel it slam into the monster cock. Tears explode from my eyes as my chest muscles expand to accommodate the invasion. The skin around my ribs and solar plexus is drawn so tight that it burns, both cocks can clearly be seen jarring against each other in my taut body as they start to fuck me. My abs shudder, contract and expand with every thrust, my chest muscles flexing uncontrollably.
The cock in my throat expands in my chest and cums, blasting hot liquid in me, it pulls out, spittle, cum and saliva explode from my mouth, it falls like a waterfall over my chest and shattered body. My cock hardens to the point of pain and shots load after load into the vacuum which suddenly disengages. The tentacles holding my left leg swiftly force it up and around mirroring the right. I scream uncontrollably as my muscles compact in the new position but my body slides another inch along the monster cock that stretches and expands my insides.

The 18 incher thrusts violently into me more times before evilly tearing itself free of my body, cum pours from the aching gaping muscled ass. My glistening abs convulse and flex thousands of times as they seek to fall back into the massive void in my quivering body. The 18 incher hovers infront of me again and I see the vacuum attach to it head, swelling its glands with litres of my cum. The central stalk then seemingly lovingly sends tendrils over my glistening flexing battered abs.
Smaller double finger thick tentacles sprout out of the stalk. It jabs one viciously into my ab to the left of my belly button, my ab completely battered gives way. I see the stalk slightly deflect before parting my ab muscle and smashing into my back. I scream as my ab deforms and reforms as the terrible pressure blow forces more cum bursts out of me. Then the stalk unleashes blow after blow onto my shattered abs, numerous stalks smash into me, each blow driving my abs deep into my gut and smashing into my spine. Each impact forcing more and more cum from my engorged cock. Saliva, tears, cum and blood run down my quivering flexing muscled torso as I beg it to stop.
The 18 incher slams in again, fucks me with full deep strokes, it moves like a wave inside my body, breaking and bloating, each full stroke causing me to scream uncontrollably, it then blasts litres of my hot cum into my broken body. All the tentacles unwind, leaving me impaled on the massive cock. It then flings me to the ground, my broken body landing in a heap. Cum pumps out of me as my abs flex and pop. Oblivion takes me.

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