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The party gets started as the men begin to sample the offerings of straight abducted studs.

Party Animals – Page 2
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Brent is taken to “The Stables” where he indulges his fantasies with a captured military stud.

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The men are offered a final treat in the VIP “Special Reserve” room.

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The abducted teen wakes up in a secluded villa where he is slowly stripped and taken to the dungeon playroom where he finds another captive in the midst of his own torment. Art by Blacksmith.

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The abducted teen is forced to face-fuck his fellow captive in front of the audience bringing him to the edge of orgasm.

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The abducted teen is bound, whipped and paddled while his cock is achingly teased.

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The abducted teen suffers through nipple torture, ass fucking and more before finally reaching an orgasm. The end? Not so fast…..

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David, the youngest of the three boys, endures an intense tickling and foot torture session.

Secret Pleasures – Part 2: David’s Turn
by D.R. von Todenhausen
Series: Secret Pleasures

As I opened the door to the next room, I kept my hands on David’s feet as he was rolled into the room still on his cadre. David’s feet were so perfect looking. The soles were soft and smooth and perfectly shaped and the tops of his toes were so perfect I simply couldn’t keep my hands off of them. I could see the terror in David’s eyes, anticipating, but not knowing what was in store for him. This made my pleasure even greater. I had my helpers again position the cadre in the horizontal position so that David’s soft, youthful nakedness was spread-eagled with nothing underneath him. I pulled up a chair to those beautiful feet and couldn’t keep my fingers from tickling them. Those feet were the tenderest, most beautiful, soft perfect feet I had ever seen. Just touching them was a thrill, but hearing David’s hysterical laughter as I tickled his feet and toes was exhilarating. There the poor boy was, squirming and shrieking with laughter, begging me to stop tickling his feet, and as I dug my fingers under and between his toes I thought he was going to lose his mind. What a wonderful feeling as those perfect toes curled over the tips of my fingers, trying in vain to stop the tickling. Of course I wasn’t about to stop and kept tickling and tickling. While I concentrated on David’s feet, I had my helpers tickle the rest of his naked body. After all, there he was spread-eagled between the two poles of the cadre with every inch of his body exposed for the tickling. David could do nothing but laugh and laugh and scream out pleas for the tickling to stop. No part of his body was spared from the tickling. His feet, of course, were extremely ticklish and I concentrated on them, but he was equally ticklish in his pubic area, his pits and his ribs. Even his neck was ticklish. As I sat there at his feet, tickling and enjoying the beauty of them, I kept saying to him: “That’s it David, keep laughing and squealing. I told you we were going to have lots of fun with you and enjoy your reactions.”

After tickling David for a long time, I finally had the tickling stopped and just let him hang there to catch his breath. I still kept looking at and touching his bare feet because they were too hard to resist and I couldn’t keep my hands off of them. Since there was the full weight of his body pulling on his arms and legs on the frame, I had David removed from the frame for a short while and had his ankles bound to a long pole. Remaining in my chair, I had David on his back on the floor and had the pole raised by my assistants so that David’s feet were just at the right height to play with. I tickled them some more and then took out a thin dowel rod and began to beat the soles of David’s bare feet. With each whack David jerked and tried to pull his feet away. Again he screamed in pain as one whack followed another until those soles glowed a deeper pink from the beating. After that we placed David back into the framework of the cadre.

I then had the framework of the cadre rolled to another part of the room, on the floor of which was a collection of glowing coals spread out in an area about the same size as the framework David was suspended on. I had the cadre raised so that it could be rolled over the glowing coals, but I wanted it high enough off the floor to keep from ruining David’s lovely, smooth, pink skin from getting burned or blistering. I didn’t want to ruin the beauty of his soft body. The heat was strong enough, however to cause David extreme discomfort. The cadre framework was rolled over the coals with David’s back still to the floor as it had been when we were tickling him and his pretty toes were sticking up. The heat reached his back and he started screaming and screaming, but I made sure he wasn’t getting seriously burned. As David was loudly screaming and screaming, I kept saying: “Scream David, scream! We just love hearing you scream and watching you writhe in torment.”

Next I had my assistants raise the framework to a vertical position with David’s head on top and his feet below. Now the heat from the coals started to bring pain to David’s feet soles. He squirmed and squirmed and again began to cry out in pain. “Stop! Stop!” David cried, “Ow!, Ow! My feet, – it burns, it burns – please stop!”

After letting him get his feet warmed for a while and watching him curl and uncurl his toes and wriggle his feet to get them away from the burning sensation, we then turned the framework so that he was facing the floor above the coals. This really brought shrieks of pain from him, especially since his tender dick and balls were feeling the heat. Finally we rolled him off of the coals and let him cool down a while, still on the frame and with his feet vulnerable and exposed for our pleasure.

“Okay David,” I said. “Now it’s time for you to scream some more.”

“No! No! Please, no more!” David cried. “I can’t take any more torture.”

“Oh, but we want to hear you scream and scream.” I said.

With that David moaned and said: “Oh no! Oh no! I’ll do anything, just stop the torture. I can’t stand it anymore!”

“Oh, but David,” I said, “We don’t want you to do anything but scream and squirm to entertain us.”

At that point we decided that David had had enough for a while and we would just enjoy looking at him and maybe go back to torturing Garrett or Chris again.

We tied David’s wrists to a long length of rope and pulled the rope through a pulley in the ceiling. We hoisted David up by his arms and tied a heavy weight to a length of rope tied around his ankles. Then we pulled the rope tighter and lifted David up higher so that his bare feet were hanging down with the weight off the floor and pulling down on his body as he hung there. The boy was pulled high enough so that when I was sitting in a chair, David’s feet were right in front of me and within easy reach. What a way to relax with David hanging there naked with those fabulous feet to look at and touch whenever I wanted. I decided to rest here for a while before going back to have more fun with the other captives.

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Superboy is broken in the torture chamber by one of the Superboy clones using whipping, nipple torture and CBT.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 7
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Superboy wakes up in his dorm room and seems that all of the previous night’s events had been a dream. But soon the superhero begins to notice some changes….

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 8
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Superboy’s unrelenting new lust drives him to a humiliating experience at a porn shop.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 9
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Superboy is once again captured by The Superboy Destroyer and learns further details of the villain’s diabolical plan.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 10
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Seeing someone who looked exactly like him, jolted Superboy back into reality. A flood of memories came rushing back as his encounter with The Superboy Destroyer replated in his mind. This alter of his personality must be his doing! He thought as anger flashed across his face.

With a snarl, Superboy lumbered up to his feet and charged towards the villain who wanted nothing else to destroy him. Oblivious to the fact that his cum stained tights and briefs were still balled around his ankles, the hero took one step and fell flat on his face. His luck was terrible because his face fell right back into the cooling pool of cum.

His newly awakened mind heard the laughter of the witnesses who recorded every second of his perverted downfall. The hero spat out the drops of cum that went into his mouth as he struggled to get on his hands and knees.

“I’m going to have to ask everyone to leave while I apprehend this pretender,” The Superboy Destroyer ordered gently. “I’m sorry for the deceit that he was trying to accomplish. He is just a poor deluded fool who was bent on destroying my reputation.”

“NO!” Superboy shouted in shock. “He is the pretender not me!”

The Superboy Destroyer floated a couple inches in the air and towards the cum covered hero. “Please everyone, I need you to leave. I will take care of him.”

The hero watched in shock as this villain easily commanded the masses like he was the real Superboy. Once they were alone, Superboy pushed himself up to his knees. “I don’t know how you did it, but I will make you pay for this!”

The villain laughed as he patted his prey on the head like the dog that he was acting like just minutes before. “Now, now, little boy.” He said sweetly. “I’m not even close to being finished with you yet. I don’t know how you managed the willpower to escape back to your dorm room before, but unlike you I always think of backup plans. As soon as you fell asleep in your bed, your body and mind were being assaulted by my personality alteration.”

So that’s it, Superboy thought glumly. The Superboy Destroyer had set him up just in case he was unable to capture him. Before he could react, the villain broke open a vile that started to spew out smoke. Superboy coughed as he breathed the smoke in and a weakness started to fill his body just like before.

“What have you done?” Superboy accused weakly.

The Superboy Destroyer chuckled as he dragged his prisoner up to his feet. “Just a little insurance, dear boy. I still have to finish my story before it is time for your final defeat.”

Gathering the weakened kryptonian in his arms, the villain walked out of the store and shot up into the air. It was really happening, Superboy thought in despair. The public had already accepted that this imposter was the real thing. He had fallen right into The Superboy Destroyer’s trap. This is why he had Nick stage a robbery dressed like him. This was to plant into the public minds that there was a Superboy’s imposter. The Superboy Destroyer not only wanted to destroy him but he wanted to take his place as the heroic Boy of Steel.

“Now while you were in jail, I easily figured out that Clark Kent was Superboy. The other boys on my list were easily tracked down and your secret was finally mine. I of course could have swooped in and destroyed you right then and there. Revealing your secret identity to the public would have had every criminal hunting down any person every associated with Clark Kent. I had other plans for you boy. So instead I went to call on Eugene Stifler, a chemistry major that happened to look just like Superboy.”

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Eugene was practically bouncing up and down as he waited for Dr. Cardoso to meet him for their appointment. Ever since the genius chemist had contacted him, he had been in heaven. Never in a million years did he think that the most famous scientist in the world would ever know that he was alive.

The student ran the conversation over and over in his mind. Dr. Cardoso had told him that he heard about the project that he was working on and was interested in hearing more about it. Every chemistry major had so a huge project to earn the final grade in the class. Eugene had worked for months on his project trying to earn an A. If his grades were good enough then he would be able to apply for a prestigious scholarship that would have paid for his entire master’s program. If someone with the reputation of Dr. Seven Cardoso was interested in his project then he could ask for a letter of recommendation from the doctor. That would give him a huge jump start on his own career as a chemistry scientist.

The knock at the door startled Eugene and his hands were actually shaking when he got up to answer. The door flung open and he stood face to face with his scientific idol. His jaw dropped to the floor since the man at the door was not what he had pictured. Standing before him was a tall muscular young man that looked a year or two older than he was. His raven dark hair and piercing blue eyes made him almost look like Superboy.

“I’m Dr. Cardoso and you must be Mr. Stifler.” The chemist said with a dazzling smile as he held out his hand. “It is very nice to meet you.”

Eugene took the hand and felt a warm shiver shoot up from his fingertips and all the way up his arm. “It, It’s nice to meet you, sir.” He stammered. His face flushed as he looked away. For some reason, he thought that the doctor was the most beautiful man that he had ever seen.

“I want to thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” Sven said with a smile. “Professor Gale has told me many good things about you. I am anxious to discuss the theory behind your project and compare notes.”

The college boy found it hard to talk as he followed the doctor into the lab. The warm feeling that shot up his arm had slowly spread to the rest of his body until it felt like an aura of pleasure was softly caressing him. In fact his cock had started to twitch and thicken from all the excitement.

“Yes, sir,” He said still stumbling over his words. “You see, my project…..”

Dr. Cardoso raised an eyebrow as he looked at the dumbfounded kid. “You were saying?”

Eugene swallowed as he tried to gather up his thoughts. “Well my project…..”

Again he wasn’t able to finish his thought. The doctor frowned as he laid the back of his hand on his forehead. “Are you alright? You seemed a little flushed.”

Flushed? He felt like his entire body was on fire. Eugene looked down and saw that his jeans were tented with his full erection. Why was he so turned on?

“Maybe we need to get you out of this lab coat?” Dr. Cardoso said with concern.

The young man just nodded dumbly as he felt the strong hands of the older man slowly peel off his lab coat. That aura of pleasure grew making it harder for him to think. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I don’t know what is going on with me.”

“Just relax,” Sven said softly. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of the student’s shirt exposing his lean and furry chest. Eugene moaned softly as the doctor dipped his hands to stroke his chest softly.

This was wrong! But if it was so wrong then why did it feel so good. His cock was so painfully hard at it struggled to break through his jeans. He could feel that his boxers were starting to get damp with his arousal.

“Now let’s talk about your project,” Sven ordered gently. “Can you tell me what you are working on?”

Eugene started to nod, but as he tried to gather his thoughts, there was just nothing there. “I, I can’t.”

The doctor walked over to the lab table and picked up the student’s binder. “Why don’t you read from your notes.”

The young man took the binder and opened it. He stared at his own handwriting like it was a foreign language. “Um, what’s this word?” He asked pointing it out to the doctor.

“Chemistry,” Dr. Cardoso supplied.

“Chemistry is a……” Eugene frowned as he stared at the words. “I don’t know what this says!”

“It’s alright, boy. Maybe we need to cool you down a little bit.”

The young man blinked stupidly as the older man unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and peeled it off his torso. So he was completely shirtless and the cool air just made his erotic feelings even more intense. Without even realizing it, he was grabbing his tented crotch in an attempt to masturbate.

“Is that better?”

“Much better,” Eugene gasped with a dopey smile. “Feels soooo good.” His words were starting to slur like he was drunk.

“Is it easier to read now?”

The student looked at his binder again but it might as well have been a foreign language. “Noooo, ssssir.” He said as his blinked stupidly. “I know!” He said with what he thought was a stroke of genius. “I’ll take off my pants.”

Dr. Cardoso watched with an amused smile on his face as this brilliant student transformed to a complete idiot. Eugene ripped open his jeans and pulled them down. His white boxers were already stained with precum and the head of his erect cock poked through the fly. The boy didn’t even notice as he brushed his fingers across the mushroom head as he moaned with delight.

“Now can you read your notes?”

The young man didn’t even try to look at his binder as he pulled down his boxers. Now completely naked, he jerked his throbbing erection like his life depended on it.

“What are you doing, young man?” Dr. Cardoso asked in mock shock.

Eugene finally noticed that he was stark naked and masturbating in front of the prestigious doctor. “I don’t……” His lips trembled as his mind went blank again. “I need…… I need to serve you master!”

The young man leaped on the doctor humping his leg like he was a dog. With a strangling cry, he shot his load as his erect cock pressed tightly on the older man’s leg. Sven knocked him to the ground and smiled as his newest victim spasmed uncontrollably.

As Eugene’s powerful orgasm started to die, Dr. Cardoso took out a collar and fastened it around his neck. Little did he know was that the collar was covered in the same chemical dust that was on his hand when they shook. It turned a brilliant mind like his into one of a complete idiot. Now that his test on the unsuspecting boy was a success, it was time to try it out on his real prey, Superboy.

“Come along, boy.” The doctor ordered as he picked the naked exhausted young man in his powerful arms and carried him out of the lab. “We have much to accomplish to get ready for the real party.”

Eugene nuzzled against his master’s muscular chest as a bit of drool dropped from his lips. His cock started to harden again with delight as he felt safe and secure. His mind, body, and soul now belonged to Sven Cardoso.

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Three young men are abducted and taken to a private torture chamber for tickling, foot torture, electro and ??? New story from DR von Todenhausen!

Secret Pleasures – Part 1
by D.R. von Todenhausen
Series: Secret Pleasures

One of the joys of my life is having my own fully-equipped torture chamber in a large vacant warehouse here in town. I use it whenever I can with willing participants. Having willing participants is very nice, but there is also that certain “something” that seems to be missing when you have torture victims who seek you out to see how they like your equipment and enjoy being the torture victim. I think that certain “something” can best be described in imagining just how a real torture victim would feel about the torture rather than asking for it and enjoying it.

With that in mind, I always enjoyed applying the tortures to the willing victims, but missed the thrill of having a real victim frightened and not knowing what was to come, especially the dread of knowing it wouldn’t be pleasant and it was going to cause them pain. The psychological possibilities here were very interesting. Not only was it interesting to think about the thoughts and feelings of the victim, but there was also a great stimulation in knowing that YOU were the one who was controlling things and the victim was yours to enjoy. The enjoyment you would receive was even stronger since you knew the victim wasn’t there of his own free-will. Imagine the terror you could instill in the victim just by talking about the tortures before applying them!

One day three of my usual assistants who worked with me in the torture chamber were with me doing some errands when we came upon three young country boys who were just out of high school and were in town to experience the “big city” as a graduation treat. All three boys were very nice-looking and two of them looked like the usual 18-year old boys. The third boy, however, was 18, but he was the smallest of the three and looked much younger. He really was the cutest and most vulnerable looking of the three. When my assistants and I saw them, we all had the same idea. We had all mentioned our desire to work on a “real” victim and said aloud “Wouldn’t it be fun to work on them?” The temptation was too great and we decided that that was just what we wanted to do. We decided to follow the boys around and see what they were doing. That evening the three started to walk around town just after dark and were walking down a lonely and deserted street. We pulled ahead of them and waited in a dark alley for them to walk by. We had brought our “torture clothing” with us in the car, which consisted of a long, flowing black robe and black hoods with narrow eyeslits. We donned out robes and hoods and when the boys walked by we jumped out with heavy blankets, threw them over each of the boys, tied them up and put them into the car. It was dark and we were dressed in our black robes and hoods, so the boys didn’t know what hit them. They struggled and you could hear them trying to speak, but the heavy blankets muffled their voices.

Off we drove to our secluded warehouse, each of us salivating at the delights we had in store for ourselves. When we got to the warehouse, we took each of the boys to separate rooms where we secured them so they were unable to escape. In the meantime we made our plans and our decisions, the first of which was that the one we most wanted to see and “play” with was David, the youngest looking and smallest of the three. We all thought he would be the easiest to frighten and enjoy. We learned their names because they each cried out to one another asking where they were etc. We found out that the other two boys were named Garrett and Chris.

We chose Garrett as our first target since he looked the oldest and most mature of the three. We grabbed him and brought him to one of the several different torture chambers we had set up in the warehouse. This one was equipped with a table and set up like a torture chamber we had all loved from an old movie called “The Robe.” The table was equipped with a board that went across the table from one side of the table to the other. One of the ends of the board was hinged to the side of the table, while to other end had a chain attached which hung downward and could be attached to a large winch. We brought Garrett in and stripped him naked. We were all in our robes and hoods so he couldn’t see who we were. He was clearly frightened and asked what was happening and what was going on. He was the tallest of the three and had nice long legs, so he was the one chosen for this torture table. He was placed on his back on the table with his arms spread above his head and his wrists attached to long chains coming from concrete columns on each side. The chains were loose enough that he could move his arms somewhat but they would still remain spread. The table was long enough to reach the middle of his thighs, but the rest of his legs and feet were sticking out at the end of the table. Chains were also attached to his ankles and attached very loosely to two other concrete columns, but his legs were not spread as wide as his arms. The center board was brought over his stomach and the chain at the loose end was attached to a large winch. Once he was in place the torture began. We first took a silken whip and whipped Garrett across his bare chest.

After his chest was red with the whipping, when the winch was turned, the board was pulled downward and crushed across his stomach. I could not resist his beautiful bare feet with his lovely, well-groomed toes. The soles were magnificent and I began to slowly tickle them. Garrett’s reaction was perfect! He began to laugh and shriek as the tickling intensified. I loved digging my fingers between and under his gorgeous toes and tickled them mercilessly, bringing intense laughter and shrieking begging for the tickling to stop. Finally I knew we had to move on so we began tightening the board. Garrett groaned as the board pushed down on his stomach, tighter and tighter. As the board tightened Garrett’s legs and feet raised up in the air from the pressure on his stomach. The sight was so beautiful with those lovely feet sticking up and his legs and feet moving about. Watching his feet move and hearing him groan with pain was sheer delight.

Leaving Garrett there, we then went to get Chris, who was to be our next victim. We brought Chris to another chamber with a large wooden table. Chris was stripped naked and spread-eagled loosely on the table so he could squirm some. Again I used my special magic on Chris’ soft, sexy, smooth, tender bare feet. Chris went wild with the tickling, laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks. He begged and begged for the tickling to stop, but I went right on enjoying myself and savoring those wonderful feet of his. We then clipped one electric wire to his penis and another to his balls. My assistants were waiting for this, since this was their favorite torture. I enjoyed watching it, too. A button was pressed and electricity surged through the wires to Chris’ dick and balls. A piercing scream broke forth from his lips as his back arched and his entire body tensed with the pain of the electricity. Chris screamed and screamed and didn’t stop until we stopped pressing the button and the electric charge stopped, when his body relaxed and flopped down to the table again. The chains were loose enough that Chris could squirm quite a bit while his arms and legs were spread. He had enough movement that when the electricity surged through him, his heels dug into the table while he arched his back above the table with only his shoulders and heels touching the table. It was beautiful to watch from the foot of the table where you could look at the soles of his bare feet and see his dick and balls with the wires attached. You could also see his face from that angle and watching how his body and feet and face reacted to the electricity was delightful!

We left Chris on the table to relax while we went for our favorite of the three. David was so cute and sexy we were really looking forward to the fun we would have with him. We brought David into a room and removed the blanket from over his head. He immediately asked what was going on and where he was. You could tell he was frightened seeing us in our black hoods and robes. I said to him: “Well, you are here for our entertainment.” “We are going to torture you.” David shivered with fear and said: “No, no, please let me go!” I replied: “Oh no, we are going to enjoy this too much!” David begged us again to let him go but it was to no avail. We had a special type of cadre worked up which was on wheels and had two tall, upright metal poles on each side. These poles had hooks on them in several different places. The poles could be held upright and vertical or they were hinged so that they could also be put into a horizontal position.

“Now David,” I said, “the time has come to start your torture.” “No, No!” He cried as my assistants stripped him naked and tied him spread-eagled between the two upright poles. He was tied in such a way that he was suspended between the hooked poles so that nothing was touching the ground. I had the poles turned so that he went from being vertical to a horizontal position. There he was, naked and with nothing under or over him. David, too, had perfect feet with sexy soles and cute toes. I went to work on his feet and he, just like the others, went wild with the tickling. I tickled and tickled until I knew he couldn’t stand any more. We then turned the side poles vertical again and David was hanging there well off the ground. It was nice having him spread-eagled up in the air like that so that his bare feet were about my eye level when I was standing next to him. I reached out and played with his feet for a while before we moved the cadre down the hall to the first torture chamber.

The first chamber was the one with Garrett in it and we wheeled the cadre in so that David could look down at Garrett on the table below him. I looked at David and saw the sheer terror in his eyes. I said: “Now David, before we torture you, we are going to let you see what we have been doing to Garrett here.” As you watch you can be thinking about what is coming for you and how you are going to like it. I caressed his bare feet again and said to my assistants: “Give him the wheel!” “No, No, no more!” Garrett cried as my assistants started turning the winch and the board again pressed downward on Garrett’s stomach. Garrett groaned again and his legs and feet went up just like before. David was watching and hearing Garrett groan and you could see the fear and dread in his eyes. I couldn’t resist touching and fondling Garrett’s bare feet swaying up in the air like that as he groaned louder. We left the room with Garrett swaying his legs and feet in the air and moved the cadre to the next chamber.

This was the chamber with Chris on the table. I played with Chris’ feet again as the cadre with David on it was placed at the side of the table where David had a good view of Chris on the table before him. I again played with David’s toes as I said: “Now David, we are going to show you another torture you can think about.” “Imagine how it will feel for you if you are tortured like Garrett or like what you are going to see here with Chris.” “I can assure you, we are going to enjoy watching how you react and remember, you are going to scream and scream and scream.” “Think about that as you watch Chris suffer.” While I was still playing with David’s beautiful toes I nodded, and the button was again pressed sending surges of voltage through Chris’ dick and balls. Again he arched his back and screamed and screamed, causing David to shudder with fear. The button was released and Chris fell to the table again, only to arch his back and scream again when the button was pressed again. He screamed and screamed until finally he fainted from the pain. We rolled David out of the room and down the hall to another door.

David now knew that this next room must be for him and he was really afraid. He begged us to let him go and not torture him, to which I only said: “Oh no, David, we are looking forward to this too much. We can’t wait to see you undergoing the torture and hear you as you scream and scream.” I grabbed his cute toes again and fondled them before opening the door to the next room……..

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After serving his master and Dr Sullivan dinner, Ajax is forced to strip naked for inspection then bred with an attractive female slave named Steria in front of the men.

Antebellum – Chapter 10: Breeding […]

Ajax is forced to help load a riverboat while being transported to Dr Sullivan’s plantation for another session with Steria.

Antebellum – Chapter 11: New Fields
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum

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The next few weeks were relatively uneventful. I was put to heavy labour as befitted my description of field slave and spent much time felling trees, clearing land and even a few spells at the quarry carrying and hauling rocks. I had been put with wenches in the breeding shed a few times but not as often as I might have wanted. It was part of the plan at Paradise to keep the slaves as randy as possible and make sure they got no other release of their juices except when supervised. The Master considered this not only a way of maintaining the quality of the juice but a method of control over the slaves by permitting or denying them their pleasure. As it was, close relationships between male and female slaves were totally forbidden and we men were kept under lock and key during any free time we might have. The only free association, apart from working in the fields, we had with the females was on the occasional Sunday if we were not put to work – even then there was always an overseer around to keep an eye on us. On occasion a male and female slave might sneak off if we were working in one of the fields that bordered the woods and have a bit of fun but if they got caught they could usually expect a whipping for their pleasure. During this time my thoughts were pretty constantly on Steria. I wonder how she was and if she was knocked up. To visit her was impossible, I would need a chit, a note, to leave the plantation and only trusted slaves got those to run messages. Anyway, I did not even know where the Doc’s place was.

I was pondering on this when I was sent for by the Master. He was in Boss Raikes’ office and did not look too pleased. ‘Nigger, you know how I don’t take kindly to my slaves failing me.’  ‘Yes Master,’ I said, head bowed and wondering what I had done wrong. ‘You remember that wench of Doctor Sullivan we told you to knock up, well she hasn’t taken boy. I thought I owned, in you, a first class breeding buck. You certainly have that lusty look about you and your equipment would seem to be of an adequate size and strength. Anyway, Ajax, the long and short of it is you are being sent to Doc Sullivan’s place to finish the job. I want it done quickly as well, can’t spare a big strong nigger like you for long.’ He turned to Boss Raikes and said, ‘Give him a pass chit and have him washed and dressed for the journey. Doc Sullivan has a wagon in town and it will pass by to pick him up at around eight tomorrow morning.’ Thoughts raced through my mind. Firstly, I was to see Steria again. I could hardly wait. In the back of my mind had been a plan to somehow get a pass chit and run off. Now I was being given one and taken there, driven on a cart, no less. I slept well and awoke excited.

The wagon arrived and I was told to sit up next to the driver, an overseer called Phelps.  ‘Doc Sullivan don’t hold with these iron manacles, shackles and collars, Mr Raikes, says they damage and chafe a slave’s limbs. Kindly remove them and I will use the Doc’s chains; smoother and flexible.’ Boss Raikes took the restraints and Mr Phelps locked a chain round my neck and others to my wrists and ankles. They were snug-fitting but more comfortable to wear. I had been given a couple of shirts and a pair of canvas pants for the journey. I wore, for the first time outdoors for days, a shirt now and felt pretty smart. Of course there was no footwear. We set off heading north and passed through a few villages and settlements. ‘Ever driven a pair of horses, Ajax?’ ‘No, Mr Phelps, sir.’ I said ‘Time to learn, boy, add a skill to your abilities.’ He showed me how to gee the horses up, slow them down and direct them round corners. I soon got the hang of it. I kept a clear look out for where we were going. It would be useful if I wanted to visit Steria when I got back to Paradise. We drove in silence and seemed to be heading towards the river. The number of wagons we saw grew and many were loaded with bales of cotton and other produce going in the same direction as us and empty ones coming the other way. ‘Beg pardon Mr Phelps, sir.’ ‘What is it, boy?’ ‘Where are they taking all the goods, sir?’‘Down for loading on the river boats, boy. Some go down to New Orleans for sending abroad to England and such places, that’s mostly cotton. Others go up stream to the north for use here in America.’

We drove on largely in silence until we came to the banks of the river. The levies were crowded with boats and barges of all sorts and sizes. Bare-chested niggers toted their burdens from cart and wagons up the gangplanks to the ships where more slaves under direction stowed them while we watched from a high wall. Others in just loincloths, there were no white women about, hauled on ropes to position the boats.  After watching for a while we continued and crossed the river on a low-flat boat which was attached to a long rope that was held on either side of the river on a huge post. When the rope came up out of the water it wound round a capstan with eight beams or handles on it. Each slave was chained by the wrists to a beam and leaned forward to turn it making the boat move slowly across the broad river. The slaves were stripped to loincloths and were big, I could imagine the effect the labour would have on building their bodies.  The Captain of the boat came over and said, ‘Hello there, fine looking boy you have, big and strong, can I test him on the capstan?’ ‘Sure, shuck your shirt, Ajax.’ ‘Yes, Mr Phelps sir.’ I pulled my shirt off. There were a few gentlemen standing around watching. One of them, a well-built dark-haired man of about my size and aged about 30 watched me strip with a glint in his eye that I recognised  as interest in my physique. I ‘pumped’ my pectorals a couple of times and his mouth twitched with a smile as he gave my torso a look over. I was taken to a beam where a slave had been released. The other slaves eyed me and some smiled. I held out my wrists to be locked to the rings on the beam. The Captain, as he chained my wrists to the beam, felt my arms and said, ‘Fine young brute you have – how does he take to being whip-driven?’ ‘Find out for yourself, Captain.’ Mr Phelps said. The Captain took a driving whip and cracked it in the air, ‘OK boys, get this boat moving.’ He jumped up on the capstan to oversee us. We leaned into the capstan and got it moving. Once or twice the lash fell on one of the slaves’ backs and they would let out a yell. Then I caught a sight out of the corner of my eye and saw the Captain raise his whip. I anticipated the blow and felt it across my upper back, ‘Aaaarrggghh!’ I yelled. A few of the white men, including the man who had shown an interest in me, stood nearby and watched us labouring. ‘Work you idle bastards!’ The Captain snapped. Another slave stumbled and fell, hanging by the wrists from his beam. He received a few lashes to encourage him to his feet. We finally arrived at the eastern shore of the river and I was unlocked from my beam. ‘At least, Captain, I think the nigger has earned us a free crossing.’ Mr Phelps said, as I rubbed the sweat from my chest with a rag, still watched by the man. He looked me over again as I put my shirt on and smiled. I don’t know why but I was eyeballing him and did not fear him, I just smiled back. The Captain said, ‘Of course sir, here is a refund, and a fine specimen too. If ever you think of selling him I always need big, strong slaves to haul the boat.’ ‘I will remember that, sir.’ ‘Could have made a packet there,’ Mr Phelps said as we went on our way.

Eventually we arrived at Doc Sullivan’s spread. It was set in broad, flat farmland and, as far as I could tell, was a cotton plantation. We drove the wagon to the barn where a slave came and took the horses in for a rub down and feed. I was taken to a brick-built cabin and told to wash down and be ready to present myself for inspection. I washed in the cold water and rubbed myself down, dressed in my pants and shirt. The lock turned in the door and Doc Sullivan came in. ‘Do you know why you are here, Ajax?’ ‘Yes Doc Sullivan, sir. Because Steria didn’t take when I was put to her, sir.’ ‘Good boy, you will be kept in this cabin and share it with Steria. I want her knocked up, nigger, and I don’t care how long it takes. Each day you will have at least one supervised mating to make sure you are performing. At other times you can couple as much as you want. Understand, slave?’ ‘Yes, Doc, sir.’ ‘My son and I will also put you on our strength improvement programme starting tomorrow as a thank you to your master we will send you back even fitter, bigger and stronger than you are now. Be grateful, Ajax, it’s hard work but the food is of a superior quality.’ ‘Yes Doc, sir.’

He called out of the door and Steria came in. My heart nearly burst though my chest when I saw her. ‘You know what to do, nigger. Get undressed and get to work, I’ll witness the first myself.’ ‘Yes doc, sir,’ I said, my throat dry with excitement. I stripped off and helped Steria out of her shift. My cock was  raging  hard  as  I fondled  her  breasts  and  we  dropped  to  the  straw  mattress.   I was soon penetrating her welcoming body and humping her with an animal passion. Her cries and sighs filled the air and I soon felt myself coming. I yelled out and shot her full of jism. She was yelping as she took it. We washed under the Doc’s gaze and she went for food for us. That night we made love over and over again until sheer exhaustion forced us to collapse and sleep.

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