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Two college freshmen and a group of other fraternity pledges suffer through a humiliating frat initiation dealt out by a group of sadistic seniors in this story by Kyle X.

Hell Night – Part 1
by Kyle […]

Fed up with their humiliating ordeal, the pledges turn the tables on their tormentors.

Hell Night – Part 2
by Kyle X

Carson twisted in his chair, red heat rising in his cheeks from humiliation and exertion. […]

A gay couple tickle a hunky trick in their shower.

Shower Tickling Session
by Nathan Justice

I opened the door and my ticklee stood there wearing a tank top and board shorts, showing tanned, well-defined […]

The Residence Shopping Network’s hosts are introduced to Davey Sayler who is a hottie in need of training and the men are happy to oblige in front of a captivated audience.

Selling Tough Love – Part 7
by […]

Davey’s training includes a chastity device and RSN’s latest invention – a fucking machine!

Selling Tough Love – Part 8
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough Love

Young Davey Salyer was […]

The Interrogation of Cadet Nichols

The Chief of Police had clear orders from the Mayor to ensure that every new cadet was well prepared for the unpredictable reality of life patrolling the streets so he […]

A HOT and unique tentacle bondage story featuring some HOT pics of the author, VaultAndrew!

Salty Stalks
by VaultAndrew

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.

Stepson's Doom – Part 13 Colton’s anger and guilt over the fate of his best friend lead to an outburst of rebellion and a humiliating punishment consisting of Colton taking […]

Stepson's Doom – Part 14 A sexy red-head drifter is brought to the farm and suffers a similar fate as Colton and his friends. Very sexy manips by Amalaric! Stepson’s […]

Fry is tortured with hot needles until he can give Grey another load.

Afghan Hell: Part 16 – Needles
by Donald Steve
Art by Amalaric
Series: Afghan Hell

The next day Fry was dragged out into the cold […]

The plot thickens after Matt has a tense lunch with Rafael….

My Roommate is on the Swim Team – Chapter 9
by Alan Baker Charlie
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Rafael spotted Matt […]

Fry is stretched on the rack and makes a difficult bargain to avoid further pain….

Afghan Hell: Part 15 – The Rack
by DonaldSteve
Art by Amalaric
Series: Afghan Hell

That morning dressed by the chef in his normal t-shirt and shorts he was dragged from his cell. His tender feet hitting the rough cement floor making him groan. He had been allowed a long shower and was feeling defiant and angry and made things difficult for the guards by not getting off his bed when they came for him. He had to be carried to the room next to Grey’s office. As he was dropped unceremoniously on the floor he looked at the contraption that the carpenters and engineers had thought up. It was a long low bench about eleven feet in length, but its surface was slanting the head being about four feet high and the foot about eighteen inches. At the foot of the bench there were rings and straps for restraints, at the head of the bench was a huge cylindrical roller with handles on which thick ropes had been wound. He looked up at Grey. “That’s a rack. Grey you said you wouldn’t maim me. That, you bastard, is exactly what that will do” Grey stayed silent and looking towards the guards just nodded. As they stooped to lift Fry onto the rack he shouted with some desperation “I thought we had some kind of agreement.” Grey replied, “That was yesterday. You are going to be taught who is in charge here. So there will be no more tricks. No more delays. Consider this and everything that follows a punishment.” He gave a nod and Fry’s t-shirt was stripped off his struggling body. He was then placed on the slanting surface. His wrists and ankles were attached to the straps leaving the ropes slack. Fry lay there, his arms and legs flailing as he struggled not to slide down its slope. He loudly cursed Grey as the order was given to tighten the ropes. One of the guards turned the roller and slowly stretched Fry’s arms until they were taut. He lay with his chest rising and falling, a look of defiance aimed at Grey. Grey murmured to the guard. “A quarter turn.” The roller was turned and the ratchets clanked as Fry’s body moved slowly up the bed of the rack. His arms and legs straightening further as they tightened. Grey slowly circled the rack looking down on his prisoner whose face betrayed his desperation. Fry’s arms were pulled straight up and were about eighteen inches apart. . Blonde hairs grew on the reverse side of his arms from wrists to triceps varying in their length and texture and merging with the thick wad that filled his armpits. His golden yellow armpit hair spread along the crease created by the joining of his pectoral muscles to that of his shoulders and bulging biceps.. These in turn were covered in tiny hairs that created a sparkling swathe over tight smooth skin. Grey nodded and said “Another quarter turn” and Fry jerked his body sideways as the rollers pulled relentlessly at him. He fought the pull for as long as he could but eventually had to let go and as he did so his body went drum tight. He groaned as a deep pain attacked his shoulders and hips. His large hair covered chest rose and his stomach flattened and tightened. Grey noticed that the recesses of his armpits were starting to flatten out, the hair there sticking straight out from the tender skin. Fry moaned and clenched his teeth, his body shuddering as at long last the rollers stopped moving and their position was locked in place. “This is the way it should be,” remarked Grey. “You have tried my patience since you arrived. I was a fool to try to get to know you.” He stooped and felt Fry’s chest his fingers digging deeply into the thick pads of his pectorals. He let his hand slide down the drum tight stomach, the hair rasping through his fingers. He nodded at the guard. “Another quarter turn.” Fry’s back had lifted away from the rack with only his buttocks and shoulders skimming the surface. The pull on Fry was relentless and he shook his head from side to side, groaning and gasping, the sounds rising in volume and intensity. His stomach flattened even more showing a big gap between his skin and the waistband of his shorts. His chest swelled and the hairs lifted up away from the taut skin. His arms were solid and stretched to their limit. The thick muscles bulging and corded, as the sinews showed in high relief along their length. He emitted a high keening moan as the rollers were once again locked in place; leaving him straining. His teeth were clenched and sweat streamed from his forehead. Grey ran his hands along Fry’s body feeling his frame, looking for damage and judged he was still in good condition. He nodded to the guards and ordered them to leave the room. He approached the head of the rack looming over Fry’s face. “We can stop all this Fry. No damage. No crippling.” He smoothed Fry’s hair with his hand. “There will still be pain. For a while. But nothing as shocking as this.” He let his hand wander over Fry’s cheek, who attempted to shake him off by turning his head away.. Grey’s hand continued to move over the side of his neck, feeling the hard scrape of his thick beard. ”Come to me willingly this evening and I will give you rest for a whole week.”

Fry’s head jerked round and up. “I will never give in to you Grey. POOFTER! FUCKING POOFTER.” He shouted. Grey’s hand moved to caress the spot below his prisoners’ neck. “I seem to remember that last night you did just that. Gave in to me.” His hand squeezed through the gap between his neck and his up stretched arms. He clenched Fry’s shoulder saying, “I think I can make you do that again laddie.”

“No way” said Fry through clenched teeth.

“If you want to have some respite from this, then that is exactly what you will do.”

Fry closed his eyes and said. “Why this Grey? Why don’t you just get on with the fucking torture?”

“No. I am determined that what happened last night, will happen again. If it doesn’t happen, there will be whole days of torture. From morning to night.” His hand smoothed the thick course hairs on his forearms, plucking at the long white gold tendrils.” If you cum, I will shorten the session considerably. Ensure that the next day is torture free.” He laughed. “Maybe even give you two or three days off.”

Fry whispered, “You are sick Grey. You disgust me.”

“It is up to you. You will be punished for what you did last night. You can shorten the punishment by cumming. I will go further and promise you that if you come to me willingly at night, I will see that all the pain stops. Will do my best to get you sent home.”

“If I cum you will release me from this?”

“No. I said you would be punished every day for last night, but you can control the severity of the punishment. It would mean a couple of hours on something like the rack, instead of a whole day. It’s up to you.”

“You are sick Grey”

“No I am an opportunist. When I see a chance I take it.”

With desperation in his voice Fry replied.” How do I know you will keep your word?”

“I don’t want to see you crippled. I admire your body laddie. It is no use to me broken or marked. Haven’t you noticed? I don’t allow anything to happen to you that will give permanent marks. If you are marked I will lose interest in you.”

“Thank God for small mercies Grey” Fry said through clenched teeth. .”Maybe I should pray too for some disfigurements just to stop all this.”

Fry bit his lips and gasped, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. ”For fucks sake Grey, you know this thing will cripple me. How am I supposed to summon up an orgasm while you are hurting me this way?”

“Well laddie” Grey replied, “That is something you will have to work out.” He placed his hands on the handle of the rack and pressed down. The cogs clacked out one sharp note and Fry gasped at the short jerk on his stretched frame. “Apply your mind to it laddie. Let that big cock of yours save you.” More pressure on the roller produced another loud cracking noise. Fry groaned and cried out “Oh God.” His head shaking side to side he muttered, “How am I supposed to do what you want? It’s not possible. “God Grey. You are sick. Stop this charade. Please!”

Grey laughed, “Oh my poor wee man. It is up to you.” And as his hand went to the windlass again Fry said “No wait. I can’t do this. Not without my hands free.” Grey paused and stroked Fry’s cheek, “Sorry laddie. No can do. But I will help you.” And moving round to the side of the rack he pulled Fry’s shorts down over his hips and dragged them down to his knees. Fry gasped as Grey placed his hand over his genitals and gently manipulated them. He used his mouth and both his hands on him while Fry’s gasps turned to half sobs of despair. Grey reached up to the windlass again and Fry yelled “NO. Stop! Give me another chance.” And Fry closed his eyes and attempted to concentrate on his groin in the way he had through so many of these sessions. Striving to still the sobs and gasps, he clenched his pelvic and anal muscles and before Grey’s eyes his penis moved of its own accord. Sliding from between his legs it moved sideways in a half circle until it was pointing towards his stomach. Grey pushed on the windlass creating another resounding snap as the cogs fell into place. Fry cried and moved more desperately. With clenched teeth, and his eyes screwed shut he reached down far within himself, filling his mind with sensual and erotic thoughts. Grey, who pushed on the windlass, creating another resounding snap as the cogs fell into place, interrupted his concentration. Fry cried out and moved more desperately. With clenched teeth, eyes screwed shut; he worked his anal muscles and those of his abdomen. His penis started to thicken and lengthen until, at its full eight inches, it went rock hard and engorged with blood. The foreskin opened slightly and Grey saw once more the tip of the glands poking through. The slit at its tip was wide open creating a large round hole, and as Fry moved his groin, the head of the penis moved against the rough hair on his lower abdomen. Grey leaned forward across the top of the rack and caressed Fry’s nipples; feeling and watching them harden and grow. Fry’s gasps were pathetic to hear. He moved with a kind of desperation, his gasps turning to cries as his chest heaved to its full capacity. With his stomach sucked right in, Fry’s cries were now sobs of desperation as his penis now rose of its own accord, going straight into the air, and in doing so Fry lost its friction against his stomach hair. His face went dark red as he strained to keep his erection. Grey squeezed hard on his nipples causing Fry to yell, and at the same time his breathing became laboured. With huge breathes his chest expanded and deflated rapidly. As Grey watched his prisoner’s penis seesawed up and down. A large drop of cum welled up and overflowed over his glands. With this extra lubrication the entire head of his cock slowly became visible as his foreskin receded, and the sensation of the foreskin moving over his cock gave Fry the sensation that he was seeking. With a huge roar of triumph, which turned to a long drawn out cry of pain, his penis ejected several large globs of fluid that hit his chest and stomach, and splattered over Grey standing nearby. As Fry ‘s muscles relaxed he started to sob with relief. Grey took a damp cloth and wiped him clean.

“You see laddie. That was magnificent. It is surprising what the human body can do if it puts its mind to it.” He wiped him dry with a towel.. “I promised you a short session, and that’s what it will be. Unless you agree to come to me tonight.” He paused. “Do you understand laddie?”

Fry gasped. “I am not going to come to you tonight or any other night you bloody poofter. Do your bloody worst and let’s get it over with.”

Grey went to the door and summoned the guards back in. they looked at Fry and then to Grey, and the looks they exchanged said they realised what had been going on in their absence.”

Grey ordered them to resume their task and one of the guards moved to the windlass. Grey said “Three notches.” And the cogs clacked three times. Fry chest expanded and his stomach sunk in further again. He gasped and gave a huge groan. Grey ran his hand down his torso feeling the strain of his body and the hard stretched muscles. Turning to the torturer he gave another nod and three more cogs moved into place. Fry gave a high keening sound that whistled through his gritted teeth. Grey stroked his matted chest again and looking at the guard, then ordered “A quarter turn”. The cogs clacked on and on for several seconds. The roller was slowly turned and his almost naked body stretched along the bench. Fry found himself pleading. “No. No. For god’s sake” He felt something begin to give in his shoulders and his shouts became a roar that echoed through the room. The guard locked the rollers and Grey came close to him with a wet cloth and bathed Fry’s face and chest. Fry’s eyes were glazed with pain. He was half sobbing. With his short panting breathes he found it difficult to move his chest. Grey took a towel and gently dried his damp skin running it over the heaving chest and into his armpits. Fry was so taut Grey could have plucked him like the string on a harp and when he did just that, pulling on his arms and letting go Fry shrieked in pain. He now hung suspended in the air with his back and buttocks several inches above the surface of the rack. His head hung back just touching the surface of the bench with his throat curved and taut. Pale blonde hair swept up from his chest onto his exposed throat, merging with the darker yellow hair of his beard just above his Adams apple. Grey spent the next hour virtually playing with him. Letting the guard make small movements on the rollers so that Fry cried out in agony at every jerk on his limbs. As the morning turned to noon, Grey looked at his watch and suggested lunch. He loomed over fry, filling his vision. “We wont stretch you any more today Fry. I keep my promises as you can see. But we will leave you here for a while to suffer. Fry was left, still stretched out to his limit, suspended above the bed of he rack. The chef came to him and offered water. Other than that he was left to suffer the agony of his weight pulling down on his strained muscles. Day turned to night, and after hanging almost horizontally for more than ten hours, the guards released his almost unconscious body from the rack. As he was carried back to his cell he groaned and cried out against the pains that attacked his whole body.

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A sadistic inventor kidnaps two young men to test his latest invention: The Wheels of Fate! Art by Blacksmith.

The Wheels of Fate
by D.R. von Todtenhausen
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Having just acquired an new set of equipment specifically designed by me, I was anxious to try it out on some selected victims. There are two boys who recently turned 18 and have been hanging around together for some time. They are as different as any two could be, but nonetheless they are still good friends. The one boy is named David and he is very cute and makes excellent “eye-candy.” He is a nice guy and very friendly, but just exquisite to look at and lust after. His friend Joshua, however is very nice looking but has an obnoxious and arrogant attitude with a rather unpleasant habit of acting with an “I’m too cool for you” type attitude and tends to look down on others he doesn’t consider up to his standards of “coolness.”

Since the boys are always hanging around together and are often near my country hide-away in the middle of a large woods, I felt the urge to have them as my potential victims. Since I didn’t want them to know what was happening to them or where they were, I decided to have them kidnapped with chloroform and brought to my playroom. I made sure they were taken by surprise in the woods some distance from my retreat. They were accosted in the woods near a stream where they hung out and immediately chloroformed with rags over their faces until they were out cold. Then they were brought to my little dungeon in the basement where the two new pieces of equipment were located. I called the devices “The Wheels of Fate” because of their many uses. I had designed them myself and used various devices of “persuasion” in them.

They were basically two, almost identical pieces of equipment, both large wheels like wheels of fortune. They were made so they could stand vertically or lay flat horizontally. They would spin around either with continuous power or they could also be powered by hand, when they would stop when the friction would stop them on their own. One wheel had four iron rings positioned in specific places on the wheel, while the other had only three rings. There was a purpose to the design of each.

When David and Joshua were brought in, I decided I would work on one at a time and maybe both together at some point. Both boys were stripped naked and placed on the wheels in the horizontal position. David was placed on the simpler of the two wheels, the one with the four rings. Those rings were placed in positions where the victim could be spread-eagled and the wrists and ankles attached to the rings. I had David positioned on the wheel with his arms and legs spread, but in such a position where David’s ankles and bare feet extended out over the edge of the wheel. That way the boy could be spun around on the wheel either horizontally, where one had a good view of the soles of his feet, or else vertically where one could see the boy’s body in all positions, with head up and feet down or feet up and head down. David’s wheel didn’t have as many persuasive devices connected with it, but he was mainly there for show! Just to behold that naked beauty was enough to send one into orgasm. The boy was so pretty and his feet were perfection! One could just sit at the edge of the wheel and enjoy the sheer beauty of those bare feet soles.

The way this wheel worked was, it could be spun around either vertically or horizontally, depending on what you wanted to do. The horizontal method was more interesting because there were more “play-toys” available for use. I had a remote control at my fingertips and when I pressed a button, another ring came in surrounding the wheel. This ring had a wedge-shaped section left open, where I could place my chair and touch David’s feet easily. The rest of the surrounding circle was filled with feathers sticking out so that the tips of the feathers would just touch the soles of the victim’s feet as the wheel was spun. These feathers could also be changed to soft rubber points, which would likewise touch the soles of the victim as he spun around. Since I wanted to sit back and enjoy the fun, I didn’t try to spin the wheel by hand, but rather decided to use the continuous electric spin. Before I started, however, I sat and enjoyed the beauty of David’s perfect bare feet. I played with his toes and tickled his feet all over, especially between his toes, where he was exceedingly ticklish. The poor boy laughed and shrieked loudly as I was enjoying his feet. I then started the wheel spinning and as it spun, the tips of the feathers would lightly tickle David’s feet. The only spot where the tickling would stop was for the second when his feet passed the open area where I was sitting. Poor David went crazy with the tickling since he was particularly ticklish on his feet. At another spot next to where I was seated, a section of the feathered wheel could be pulled back and another brought in with leather straps hanging down from all around the wheel. When the power was turned on for this wheel, it would spin and the leather straps would flail outward and whip the soles of the victim’s feet continuously while the wheel was stopped at that point. What a delight to hear the slap of those straps as they smacked the tender bare soles of David’s feet. There was another similar wheel that lowered from above with cat-o-nine-tails sticking out from the wheel. As this wheel spun, it would come down and whip the chest of the victim with the spinning cat. It was such a delight to sit in my chair and position David so that his feet were right in front of me while the wheel whipped him on the chest from above. I loved viewing, touching and playing with David’s toes and feet while he was being whipped. It was fun to see and feel how his feet reacted when the whip hit. Sometimes he would curl his toes and sometimes he would flex them. Whichever way he moved, it was exquisite to watch!

I put David through the various delights of the wheel, sometimes spinning the wheel myself by grabbing one of David’s bare feet and spinning the wheel, and others turning on the electric spin and stopping the wheel wherever I wanted, usually where I could best enjoy the beauties of David’s feet. Naturally, I had David blindfolded so he didn’t know where he was or who was working on him.

Next I had Joshua brought in. My plans for him were to use the other of the two wheels I had. Since he was such a smart-ass and obnoxious, I had planned for him to get the worst of the two wheels. This one was much, much better for dealing with guys like Joshua. This wheel could really be called the “Wheel of Fate” because there were so many additional torments to use, and so many ways to make the use of those torments a whim of fate. Naturally, this wheel had all the same devices as the simpler of the wheels that David was on, but this one had even more ways to make the victim suffer. Josh was blindfolded, of course, and I decided I would first put him through the same toys I had used on David. Josh’s feet were very nice, too, so it was a delight to see his toes and soles. Naturally, I started in my chair with fondling and tickling his bare toes and feet. Josh, too, was extremely ticklish and started to shriek and laugh immediately when I touched his feet. After going through all the same tortures I had put David through, Josh was going to get even more torture to satisfy my craving for paying him back for his attitude. David was still present on the other wheel at the time, but since he was blindfolded and alone for his own torture, he didn’t know that Josh was now in the room until he heard Josh’s shrieks and laughter. He had been gagged so he couldn’t inform Josh of his presence and Josh, being blindfolded, couldn’t see David there. I stopped and touched and fondled David’s bare feet before moving back to Josh.

After Josh had suffered the same tortures David had, he was now going to find out the additional torments of fate that this wheel offered. This wheel, just like the other one, had all the same equipment, but it also had some additional features, which made this wheel even more special, at least for me as the observer. Adding to the “fate” aspect of this wheel, it could be spun by hand or by electricity, but on this wheel there were contacts underneath the wheel which made contact with spots of the understructure of the wheel. As the wheel spun, it would stop wherever gravity stopped it when spun by hand, or it could be kept spinning by using the electrical spinning that was on the other wheel. This was the wheel that had only three rings for binding the victim. Two of the rings were spaced for the arms of the victim to be spread wide, pulled above his head in a “Y” shape. The victim’s wrists were attached to these rings and then his two ankles were tied together to the single ring at the bottom. Thus, when the victim was placed on the wheel and viewed from above, his body would be “Y” shaped somewhat like an arrow, with his feet being the point of the arrow. Josh was tied on the wheel, again with his ankles and feet sticking out over the edge of the wheel, freeing his feet for full enjoyment. This wheel, however, was made kind of like a clock with spots where the wheel would stop with the victim’s feet being like the hand of a clock and pointing to the numbers on the clock. Underneath the wheel, wherever there would have been one of the numbers on the clock, there was a contact on the bottom of the wheel and one on the base of the wheel, where, when the wheel stopped over one of these contacts, a connection would be made to complete an electrical circuit. This way the wheel could be spun and wherever it stopped naturally, something could be “fated” to happen based on where the wheel stopped. Some places were deliberately left without any contact, but in other places around the wheel, there were spots where a particular type of torture could be applied. Therefore the element of “fate” came in as to where the wheel stopped. The victim could have nothing happen or it could stop on one of the spots where his feet would point to a particular torment for his feet or body. Of course this wheel was specially built so that I could control where the wheel stopped rather than relying on fate every time. If the wheel stopped at a place where there was no contact, fate would allow the victim to be free of any torture. Then there were other places, like where I would sit, where I could play with the victim’s feet if the wheel stopped with his toes pointing toward me. Of course, I could always plan on stopping the wheel at that point if I wanted to. At another spot on the face of the imaginary clock, there was an electric heater placed close to where the victim’s soles would end up if the wheel stopped there. Then the victim would get a good hot-foot for a while. I loved hearing Josh scream as his bare soles felt the heat
from the electric heater. I wouldn’t let his feet be burned because I didn’t want to ruin his feet because they did look beautiful.

Another spot on the clock where the wheel could stop was a particular favorite of mine. When Josh was placed on the wheel, my helpers attached electric wires with clips on his dick and balls. When the wheel spun with the victim’s feet and toes pointing to that spot, a contact was made under the wheel which sent surges of electricity through the wires, shocking the victim’s dick and balls. If the wheel continued to spin, a short jolt of electricity went through his dick and balls, but if the wheel stopped at that point, a continuous surge of current spread through his dick and balls making the torment exquisite and lovely to watch. The victim would arch his back as the current passed through him and he would scream and scream in agony until the current stopped. You could watch how his bare feet reacted, whether he would curl his toes or splay them upward as the electricity surged through him. It was particularly delightful to watch the feet and the dick, because both would move in some way, the dick flopping as the victim’s back arched and he screamed. You can be sure there was a way to make the wheel stop where I wanted it to stop, or I could let fate take over to stop the wheel. Funny how the wheel seemed to stop more often with Josh’s feet pointing to the spot where the electric surged through his dick and balls causing him to scream and scream and watch his naked body arch and his heels dig into the platform of the wheel. Every time it would get close to that spot, I would tell Josh, “Oh look Josh, it looks like we are going to be stopping with your toes pointing to the shock.” Josh screamed: “Oh no! Not again! No, No!” Of course he didn’t know that I was deliberately stopping the wheel at that point. As much as I liked his feet, I still loved watching him writhe in agony and scream in pain with the electricity.

I looked over at David and saw him squirm as he heard Josh screaming and screaming. Finally Josh fainted as the electricity got to be too much to bear. I had both boys taken to a holding cell so that I could enjoy them later and maybe even switch which wheel the victim was on.

After a night with Rafael, Rob returns home to ask his roommate to return the key to his chastity device.

My Roommate is on the Swim Team – Chapter 8
by Alan Baker Charlie
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“Want a cookie?” asked Rafael.

“What time is it?” asked Rob, rubbing his eyes and realizing he had been dozing with his naked companion.

“It’s 11 p.m.” said Rafael, as he got out of bed and picked up a bag of cookies from his desk.

“Yikes!”, said Rob, suddenly wishing he could reach his phone. “I’d better text Matt and tell him not to worry about me. That is, if you want me to stay here longer.”

“Hell, yes, I want you to stay longer,” said Rafael. “You think he’ll worry about you if you come back to the room late at night or in the morning?”

“Yes, he’d probably wonder what happened to me,” said Rob.

“Do you worry about him when he’s not back at the usual time?”

“No,” said Rob. “He has a girlfriend, so if he’s not back I have a pretty good idea of where he is and what he’s doing.”

Rafael picked up Rob’s cell phone and started tapping on it.

“What are you doing?” asked Rob, realizing that Rafael could do whatever he wanted at that moment because Rob was still tied to Rafael’s bed.

“Just a sec,” said Rafael as he continued tapping. “There. I just sent him a message.”

“What does it say?” asked Rob.

“It says, ‘Hi Matt. This is Rob’s new boyfriend. I have him tied to my bed. If you want him back you’ll have to pay a $10,000 ransom.’ “

“Very funny,” said Rob. “I hope he doesn’t call the police.”

“I told him I was your new boyfriend,” said Rafael. “I think he’ll understand I’m joking.”

Just then Rob’s phone rang. Rafael picked it up and looked at the screen. “It’s Matt. Just tell him you’re okay but don’t tell him who I am.” He clicked the button to answer the call and held the phone up to Rob’s face.

“I’m okay,” said Rob. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Are you really tied up?” asked Matt.

“Yes,” said Rob.

“Naked?”

“Yes.”

“Wow! How did this happen? How did you meet this guy?”

“I’ll have to talk with you later,” said Rob.

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to interrupt your special moment,” said Matt.

“That’s very considerate of you,” said Rob.

“You’re sure he’s not a serial killer, right? I mean, if you’re in danger, say something about, uh, homework, okay?”

“I’m fine,” said Rob. “I’ll see you soon.”

“If this guy hurts you, I’m going to be really mad,” said Matt.

“Don’t worry,” said Rob. “Thank you for your concern.”

Rafael took the phone from Rob and hung up the call.

“He really cares about you, doesn’t he?” said Rafael.

“Yes, I guess he does,” agreed Rob.

Rafael reached down, grabbed Rob’s chastity device and shook it gently, causing his dick to wiggle back and forth. “Ask him for the key,” he said.

“Wow,” said Rob. “I hope he gives it to me.”

“He’d better,” said Rafael. “Tell him I’m going to beat him up if he doesn’t.”

“I hope I don’t have to say that,” said Rob. “You two have a friendly relationship now, and I wouldn’t want it to change.”

“It would change if he knew I was blackmailing you,” said Rafael.

“I’m not going to tell him that,” said Rob. “I’d rather that he didn’t know that. It would upset him.”

“I’m glad you’re not going to share that,” said Rafael. “I don’t want him to be mad at me. Also, he might start talking more softly in your room, and then I wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t eavesdrop anyway,” said Rob.

“I can’t help it when the conversation involves you,” said Rafael.

“That’s a little fucked up,” said Rob.

“What did you say?” asked Rafael, looking annoyed.

“I said, ‘I’m glad you find us interesting,’” said Rob.

“That’s better,” said Rafael.

* * * * *

The next morning Rob tiptoed into his dorm room, but still managed to wake up his roommate.

“The prodigal returns,” said Matt, stretching in his bed.

“Did you miss me?” asked Rob, noticing a bulge in the sheets in the vicinity of Matt’s crotch.

“Actually, I think I did,” admitted Matt, sitting up in his bed. “Let me see your wrists.” Rob held up his wrists for inspection. “Just as I thought,” said Matt. “Rope marks.”

Rob rubbed his wrists. “I may have to wear a long sleeve shirt to class,” he said.

“Either that or answer some embarrassing questions about kinky sex from your fellow students,” said Matt. “Are you okay otherwise?”

“I’m stunned,” said Rob, sitting down on his own bed. “I feel like I survived an avalanche or something. I feel like I’ve had a life-changing experience.”

“What do you mean?” asked Matt.

“I was happy with my life before,” said Rob. “I wasn’t looking for a gay boyfriend. I was busy with school and fixated on my relationship with you. Now, suddenly I’m deep in a relationship with someone else.”

“So, what are you telling me?” asked Matt. “You don’t care about me anymore?”

“No, not at all,” said Rob. “I still care about you a lot. I just need to make room in my heart for another guy. At the moment, I feel confused, like my head is spinning or something.”

“Are you sure this is going to be a long-running relationship? You just met this guy, right?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Rob. “But he’s someone I’ve known for awhile. In fact, he’s an acquaintance of yours as well.”

“Who is it? I can’t think of anyone I know who would tie you up and have sex with you,” said Matt. “I mean, I’m sure other gay guys would want to have sex with you. I just didn’t realize I had another acquaintance who was gay. Now, did he only tie you up and tease you or did you two also spurt semen out of your dicks? Actually, now that I think about it, your dick is locked, so it could only have been him, right?”

“That’s a really personal question, don’t you think?” asked Rob.

“Yes, but you and I tell each other everything,” said Matt.

“I’m not sure I tell you every little detail about my life,” said Rob. “But anyway, yes, our relationship was consummated last night.”

“I can’t believe you got so far with him so fast,” said Matt. “You’ve been trying to lead me down the gay-boy path for weeks now, and you haven’t even gotten to first base with me.”

“I haven’t been trying to lead you anywhere,” said Rob.

“You bought a sex toy and wanted me to fuck you with it,” said Matt.

“Well, maybe I did,” admitted Rob. “But I wasn’t trying to change you from straight to gay. I thought you were so secure in your masculinity you could even do that and not worry about it.”

“Well, I did worry about it, if you want to know the truth,” said Matt. “I wanted to try it, and I had to convince myself not to.”

“Yikes!” said Rob. “I had no idea.”

“Anyway, it doesn’t mean I’m gay,” said Matt. “It just means that the idea of ramming a plastic dick into your ass and watching you moan had a certain level of appeal. Anyway, now you have a boyfriend, so I’m off the hook. I mean, he’s the kind of guy who’s going to take an interest in fucking you, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” said Rob. “Not that I should have to answer such a personal question.”

“Well, at least I have the satisfaction of knowing you’re going to get fucked the way you want to get fucked,” said Matt. “I’m happy for you, Robbie.”

“Thank you,” said Rob.

“So, when are you going to see him again?” asked Matt.

“I don’t know,” said Rob. “I’m sure I’ll see him soon, probably today.”

“You still haven’t told me who he is,” said Matt.

“I know,” said Rob. “He asked me not to tell you yet.”

“He’s afraid I’ll tell people he’s gay?” asked Matt. “If he knows me at all, he should trust me with that information.”

“I think he trusts you,” said Rob.

“So, what’s the big secret? It just seems a little odd that you’re not telling me. Is he a professor?”

“No,” said Rob. “But I don’t want to play twenty questions. If you keep asking me questions and I keep answering them, then sooner or later you’ll guess who it is.”

“This is starting to bother me,” said Rob. “I care about you, and I want you to be happy. If I don’t know who you’re dating, then I don’t know if he’s the right guy for you.”

“Don’t I get to decide who’s the right guy for me?” asked Rob.

“Yes,” said Matt. “After I give my blessing.”

“What? Are you my Dad now?” asked Matt.

“I’m the man who has the key to your dick,” said Matt.

“Now that you’ve brought up the subject of the key …”

“Don’t tell me you want it back!” said Matt. “I own your dick. If your new boyfriend wants the key, he’s going to have to pay a $10,000 ransom.”

“Very funny,” said Rob.

“You and I have a deal,” said Matt. “You said I could use your car, and you’ve been doing a great job with all of the chores I gave you. I don’t want all of that happiness to come to a screeching halt. Plus, I like seeing you with a shaved chest.”

“Nothing’s changing about our deal,” said Rob. “You can still use the car, and I’ll still do the chores just as if you still had the key.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Matt. “I’m glad you still want to hold up your end of the bargain. However, I’m not handing the key over to someone who’s trying to conceal his identity. If he wants the key, he’s going to have to buy me a beer at the very least. I want to get to know this mystery man a little better and make sure I approve of him dating my little buddy.”

“Little?”

“You know what I mean,” said Matt.

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