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Stepson's Doom – Part 4 Les Caldwell unveils his punishment contraption and secures his poor hunky stepson to the machine in the continuation of Kronmire4’s “Stepson’s […]

Stepson's Doom – Part 5 Colt suffers an array of sensations on his cock, balls and ass as the group of men torment and milk him of his cum. Stepson’s Doom – Part […]

A classic tickling and cum control story from Richard!

Straight Video Producers Forced to Star in Their Own Tickling Videos – Page 1
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Brian Masterson III and his business partner, Kent […]

A classic tickling and cum control story from Richard!

Straight Video Producers Forced to Star in Their Own Tickling Videos – Page 2
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The furious threesome’s response was to keep doing what they […]

Todd Sanders makes a return, an aristocratic Lord catches his prey and a new slave is introduced to his Master’s playroom in three more hot short stories by Amalaric!

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Super hero Meatman is betrayed by a lover and delivered to his arch enemy who milks him dry in this classic comic by Etienne.

Meatman
by Etienne (Under pseudonym Stephen)
Series: […]

Meatman is used and abused by his arch enemy and his henchmen.

Meatman
by Etienne (Under pseudonym Stephen)
Series: Meatman

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Ajax is publicly whipped for losing the wrestling match then is bound and made to cum by two curious house slaves.

Antebellum – Chapter 8: The Morning After
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum
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I was woken by Herbert carrying my collar, shackles and manacles and some lengths of chain. ‘Sorry, nigger, but I have to do this,’ he said as he locked the collar on and then my manacles and shackles. Chains connected them and I was led out to the yard, my collar locked by a chain to a post, to stand on display as the other slaves went off to the fields. If anyone asked why I was to be punished I was to reply, ‘Because I lost a wrestling bout.’ The Master had explained I had to do this first to show humility that I deserved the punishment and secondly so I would have it drummed into my head why I was to be punished and would not, ‘like some dumb nigger’, forget it.

gEventually Mr Raikes came and took me to the frame where I was held stretched in an X shape. They pulled off my cloth and left me naked. A few niggers were assembled. ‘This is what happens when you don’t come up to your Master’s expectations. Ajax lost a wrestling bout last night and must pay the price. He fought well, though, so the Master has decided he will not receive a full 39 lashes with the bullwhip. He will take 20 with the driving whip.’ Mr Raikes said. It had often disturbed me that when I saw a slave being flogged I became aroused and that on the rare occasions I was flogged the same thing occurred. I prayed I could control myself. I heard the Master’s voice behind me, ‘Proceed, Mr Raikes, try not to damage him.’ I heard the whistle of the lash directly before it crossed my upper back. I grunted with the pain and shock. The next fell and I wanted to cry out but held firm. To my horror I felt the stirring in my loins. The third crossed my buttocks and seemed to burn a line. My cock was semi-erect and my back seemed to be on fire. By the fifth and sixth I was hard and my cock speared the air in front of my shaking and shuddering body.

From what I could detect the other niggers paid little attention to this embarrassment. At 10 lashes a bucket of cold water was thrown over my burning back. I had a raging erection like I had never enjoyed before with my cock pointing vertically up my stomach. I silently prayed that they finish the flogging before I shot my load. I tried to wipe out any thoughts that might make me climax. I thought about the inhuman treatment the Master had meted out to me last night.

At last they had finished and let me down. ‘Go with Henry and Herbert and work under them this morning, nigger. They have full powers to use the cane or whip if you don’t instantly obey them. Remember they are skilled houseslaves and you are just a fieldslave,’ the Master said. I bowed my head to try and conceal my wet eyes, ‘Yes Master.’ I said. Henry gave me a cloth to tie and took me inside. He sponged my back and I washed myself and then he applied some oil to my skin which caused the burning sensation to ease off. I was given a good breakfast, porridge, a slice of bacon, some white bread – all leftovers from the Master’s table.

When I had finished Henry and Herbert came in, ‘Stand up, boy.’ Henry said, ‘Listen to a few words of slave manners, nigger. You address us, as your superiors, as “sir”, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ I said. ‘You remember what the Master said, we have the power to use the cane and whip on you if you vex us, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘We have decided you won’t be permitted pants and a shirt when you are working under us today, just a brief loincloth or pouch, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘You know why we have decided that, boy?’ ‘No sir.’ I said lying. ‘Guess, nigger. Guess why we want you near naked around us, nigger.’ ‘May be because you want to see my big muscles working, sir. Plenty of folk enjoy watch me and my muscles working naked, sir.’ ‘There, boy, you ain’t so dumb.’ He looked at Herbert and sniggered, ‘Now, boy, to test your muscles are up to the work we have for you we want to see you naked and examine your body.’ ‘Yes sir.’ I said, dropping my cloth. Curiously I was amused by their aping of their Master’s ways and, for a change, held my naked body with pride when I flexed my arms. Being naked in front of another nigger didn’t seem to be so humiliating as being naked before a human. They felt my biceps and chest and abs. Henry remarked how impressed he’d been with the size of my cock when I was being whipped. Herbert wanted me to relax and contract my buttocks as he stroked them and then felt over my shoulders.

‘How is the pain, boy.’ ‘Much better, sir.’ I said. I was first put to work unloading smaller boxes and crates from the wagon and placing them where directed to various parts of the stockrooms. Then there were several large sacks of potatoes to unload. I hefted them onto my shoulders and carried them in. On the third sack Henry and Herbert stopped me. I balance the burden on my shoulders as Henry said, ‘Why Herbert, takes a big, strong slave to carry a load like this.’ He felt my arms and chest and Herbert did the same. ‘Big and hard, like his dick.’ They laughed as Herbert pulled the cloth away. ‘Lets make him work naked. Get back to work, nigger.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ I grunted as I took the sack to the dark store room. Next I finished by unloading some barrels from the wagon and it drove off.

Herbert and Henry came in and said, ‘You worked good and hard, nigger. Now for your reward.’ I was placed against a post and my wrists tied behind it so I could not move. The two houseslaves knelt down and started playing with my dick. ‘Please Henry, sir, Herbert, sir. Please don’t.’ ‘Shut up you dumb brute and get hard.’ Henry said as he massaged my cock while Herbert took it in his mouth and sucked it. Again I was disgusted but helpless that they were forcing themselves on me like this. Soon it was hard and they were slurping on it and remarking on its size and hardness. Herbert sucked on my nuts while Henry serviced my cock. They were rough in their play and jerked me violently until I started to feel my juice rising. I noisily came over Henry’s face and looked down and watched while Herbert licked him clean. My knees trembled and I prayed nobody came in and caught us.

They released my hands and gave me my cloth. I was fed good food from the kitchen and they told me to report to Mr Raikes for work. ‘You make sure you are back here at sundown clean and ready to serve the Master his dinner, nigger.’ Henry said. ‘Yes sir.’ I said leaving through the cellar steps.

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Ajax witnesses the severe punishment of another male slave who attempts to runaway.

Antebellum – Chapter 9: An Afternoon of Drama
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum
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Mr Raikes detailed me to go with a boy and get on with a heavy labour task on the north trail. I carried a posthole borer and sledge hammer. I put them in a handcart where about 20 fence posts were already stacked. ‘Get your shirt off, nigger, this will be hard work.’ The boy said. ‘Yes boss.’ I replied to the 18 or 19 year old, who carried a cane and a whip. He sat on the load as I picked up the shaft and heaved the cart into motion. After we had been going for a while and the sweat was trickling down my chest the boy said, ‘Whoa, boy!’ I stopped and he stepped down. ‘Hard work, eh? I reckon you’ll work better with just a cloth on. Shuck your pants and tie this round your loins.’ He handed me a clean cloth. ‘Yes, sir, thank you boss.’ I said taking it. ‘And face me while you are changing.’ ‘Yes boss.’ I said. He sat on the cart and watched as I untied my canvas pants and let them and my pouch drop. I faced him and did not hurry to tie the cloth. I knew what he wanted to see and I made sure he had a good long look at it. When I was tied and covered he said, ‘Well, Ajax, the rumours I heard about that thing were sure true. Let’s get going.’

We arrived at the work site and I bored some holes, and then drove in the posts. It was hot sweaty work but my muscles felt good with the exercise after the morning with the house slaves. Suddenly, from the direction of the farm and barracoon, Mr Raikes and a couple of other overseers rode out with a group of ‘trustee niggers’ and a pack of bloodhounds. ‘What’s happening, Mr Raikes, sir?’ The boy said. ‘Runaway, Job the ex-house slave, run off from his first day at the quarry. Run off towards the swamp. Master says he wants us to get him before the alligators do. Said he didn’t breed niggers to feed the gators. Also, if he gets past the swamp there’s a danger he’ll get clear on the North Road and that might take days to get him and fetch the bastard back. Shouldn’t be too much of a problem, he wasn’t in great condition, not like the nigger you are working.’ They rode off with the baying hounds in the humid air. I remembered the crippled slave and sad to the boy, ‘Sir, will they cripple Job when they catch him like the one I saw working in the vegetable garden?’ ‘I doubt it for a first offence, nigger, now get on with your work, boy.’ He cracked his whip. ‘Yes sir.’ I worked hard and we finished the task in time to see the posse returning. Job’s wrists were bound and joined by a long rope to the pommel of one of the overseer’s saddles. He was yelling for mercy as he was dragged along. ‘Finished the task Alfie? Good boy, nigger need much leather on his back?’ ‘No, Mr Raikes, good hard-working boy.’ ‘Good, now get back to the yard, see the Master punish this nigger, let Ajax see what happens to runaways here should he think of doing anything so dumb.’ I packed up the tools on the cart and we set off back to the barracoon yard.

I was taken with plenty of other slaves out to watch the proceedings. Job was standing naked, despite being out of condition for a slave he was still a fine figure of a man with gleaming and well-developed muscles on his big frame. The Master had a look of thunder on his face as he stood on the stoop holding a bullwhip. A metal brazier with orange hot coals burning in it stood in the middle of the yard with an iron sticking out of it. ‘This nigger ran away today and deprived me of his labour.’ The Master stormed, ‘He is my property and to deprive me of his labour and his person constitutes theft. However, I shall be lenient with him as I am a merciful and good Master. I shall not cripple him, he is young and that would reduce his value and ability to work. He shall receive the maximum flogging legal – 39 lashes with the bullwhip, and he shall be branded so that you will all be reminded when you see him of what happens when a nigger takes it into his dumb head to run. Do you all understand that?’ There was a chorus of voices round the yard saying, ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Job, do you understand why you are being punished, nigger?’ ‘Yes Master, mercy, please Master.’ Tears spilt down the big slave’s face. ‘Amos, Nero, prepare him for branding first.’ ‘Yes Master,’ the big slaves said as the grabbed Job by the shoulders and dragged his struggling body to a post. They tied his limbs tightly and then his head so he could not move. At this point Dr Sullivan arrived. ‘Ahah! What’s going on Mr Richards?’ ‘Job ran today, he is to be branded and bullwhipped.’ ‘Excellent, you know how I consider a strict hand necessary. Do you want him castrated as well, I have my bag?’ Job cried out when the Master, with a cruel smile, said, ‘I’ll think about it.’

‘Carry on, Mr Raikes.’ Boss Raikes took the glowing branding iron from the brazier and pressed it centrally on the nigger’s forehead. Even in his tight bonds Job managed to struggle as he screamed in agony. A brand mark of a letter ‘R’ smoked – ‘R’ for runaway. Mr Raikes replaced the iron in the fire and reheated it. To my surprised he withdrew it again and, this time, planted a brand on Job’s left cheek. The flesh sizzled again and the smell filled the yard. Boss Raikes concluded his work by branding Job on the right cheek. The slave had passed out but was revived when Nero threw a bucket of water over his face. Job was cut down and taken to the whipping frame. He was tied in the form of a letter ‘X’. Dr Sullivan took a listening tube and sounded the slave’s chest. The Master, Mr Raikes and Mr Herman, another overseer, were to administer 13 lashes each. The Master started and swung the lash hard across the slave’s upper back. He yelled in pain as his back was mercilessly flogged. Before he had finished his 13 lashes Job’s skin was broken. More water was thrown over him; Dr Sullivan signalled that they might continue. Mr Raikes administered his 13 and then Mr Herman. When they had finished Job hung limp from his wrists. Job was cut down and revived again with water. ‘Remember, nigger, if you try this again it will be the foot-breaker, more branding and double lashes for you. Take him away!’ A couple of wenches took him to have his wounds washed and disinfected with pimento. Nero said, ‘You will know when they do that to him, you’ll hear his screams half way to New Orleans.’

‘Let that be a lesson to you niggers if you get any ideas that life might be better elsewhere,’ the Master said, ‘and because of Job’s waywardness and stupidity you will receive only half rations tonight and tomorrow. You can thank that dumb slave for that.’ There was a low groan from the assembled slaves. ‘Now get back to what you were doing!’ We all shuffled off in a subdued and chastened frame of mind. I went to get cleaned and changed for service of dinner.

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Jar has regrets about attempting to escape the chain gang when he is recaptured and punished. Storiette by CenturionF with art by Amalaric.

Bayou Whip
by CenturionF
Art by Amalaric

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Another gallery of hot bondage art creations from Androscoped….

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An overpopulated prison comes up with a novel scheme to raise funds, a slave trader inspects his latest acquisition, and a female executive demands much more that a simple raise in three more hot short stories by […]

In a reversal of fortune, Caucasian men find themselves under the whip in the new South. Two future slaves nervously await their auction. And a hunky gardener catches the eye of a kinky older man. Three more hot […]

A homophobic college jock has a humiliating experience when he agrees to model for a medical lecture in this new CMNM story by Matty Schmatty!

Forced to Model for Med Students: A CMNM Story – Page 1
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The humiliated jock is stripped completely naked in front of the entire class as the doctor proceeds to lecture about the male reproductive system leading to an explosive conclusion!

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Here is another selection of art pieces from Androscoped who does an amazing job of re-imagining photos and creating interesting and provocative works of art.

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When a cock, homophobic jock injures himself at the gym, he finds himself at the hospital in a very vulnerable position for some revenge tickling in this new story Kris. Art by DogAndClover.

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