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SuperStud vs the Jizz Blaster by SuperHuman
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Number 14
By KWKeith

As told to Keith Christensen by Jake Nordland

About a year ago, while traveling through Iowa, I had occasion to stop at a small country bar just outside the limits of a town somewhere […]

SuperStud is tickled, tormented by pulling his body hair, then “shaved” in a unique and painful way in preparation for his milking.

SuperStud vs The Jizz Blaster: Chapter 1
by Super Human
Series: The […]

SuperStud is fucked in the ass and milked of his cum to by a torturous machine to power Flex Lugor’s massive ray gun.

SuperStud vs The Jizz Blaster: Chapter 3
by Super Human
Series: The Adventures of […]

18 yo Charlie is working at his aunt’s boarding house when a sexy salesman checks in. It isn’t long before the arrogant stranger is treating the boy like his personal servant. So Charlie jumps at the opportunity […]

A young man working on an interstellar cargo ship becomes a sex slave when the ship is taken over by an alien race. A creative new series from Tucker!

Slaves of the Vuffer
by Tucker
Art by Vuffer. Download […]

Billionaire sadist, Owen Steele, is used to always getting his way with women. But when a local cop and district attorney investigate his latest victim’s allegations, he gets a taste of his own medicine – […]

Billionaire Owen Steele’s cum-uppance continues…..

50 Shades of Red – The Cum-uppance of Multi-Billionaire Sadist Owen Steele III – Page 2
by Richard
Art by Blacksmith. Visit his Tumblr Page or Download his […]

Another one of the farmhands is prepared for his first whipping.

Taking the Whip – Part 5
by Whiplash235
Series: Taking the Whip
Art by Neil Bruce at Bearoticart.com

Jonathan’s prediction came true the following afternoon. There were indications that I would have missed, had Jonathan not spoken to me: Sikhumbuzo was full of gleeful anticipation for most of the working day; Nhlanhla was quite thoughtful, though I might have been the only one who noticed that, and I wondered if he were considering that it might be his turn, after all. Jabulani and Frank worked as usual, but I noticed a few speculative glances in my direction. Jonathan had not said, ‘Today or tomorrow,’ but I felt the tension increasing as the day wore on and I realized that someone among us was going to be whipped; one thing I was not so sure about was whether or not I wanted the victim…to be me.

As we made our way back to main buildings, we were chatting freely enough. Nhlanhla was carrying his shirt in his left hand, and he looked good as usual, his dark lean body gleaming after a day’s work in the fields. Sanele too was stripped to the waist; he had a wiry muscular body that was well honed, and the marks of his whipping had all but disappeared – I would hartdly have noticed them were I not looking for the light welts that criss-crossed his bare back. Sikhumbuzo, in shorts and T-shirt, was talking too much, as though he could not contain himself for much longer; I had the feeling that he would be disappointed if someone did not suffer the lash today.

We approached the main ‘gate’ – it was an anomalous structure really, more like the frame of a gate; two wooden posts about three meters apart, with a crossbeam that was about two meters above the ground. There was no fencing on either side, but we always filed through it. As we got closer, I could see Steve’s bakkie parked in the yard, and Steve himself, hands on his hips, watching us as we walked towards him. There was a terrific frown on his face.

Sikhumbuzo confirmed what I knew the moment I saw the look on Steve’s face. “Well it sure looks like one of us is about to get a whipping about now,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice.

The words produced some interesting reactions around me. Nhlanhla straightened his broad back, perhaps to tell himself that he was ready, if it was to be his turn. I wondered what it might be like to witness others writhing under the lash, even helping to strip them bare and secure them, and all the while knowing that someday you were probably going to have to endure the same whip – at least I had been spared that experience. I saw Sanele start to fidget with his shirt, suddenly aware that he was already stripped to the waist, which might help Steve to decide that he should be the one to be strung up for a second whipping. I remembered Jonathan’s comment the day before, that he did not ‘enjoy’ the lash the same way some of us appeared to, and I had a feeling that Steve was not cruel in that way, so the lad was probably safe. It was almost funny to watch the way his hands fluttered indecisively as he tried to decide whether it was better to put his shirt back on, or whether the act of covering himself might attract unwanted attention. Jonathan kept his eyes on the ground as he plodded onward, but I detected the ghost of a smile cross his face, quickly suppressed – he had been right that someone was going to get a whipping, now it remained to see if the rest of his prediction was going to come true. Frank and Jabulani walked on impassively, but their very impassivity almost proved Jonathan’s claim that they were still here because of an irresistible curiosity. They had seen the marks on my body a couple of days ago; they knew that Jonathan’s brother had followed me into the barn carrying a whip, and that he had used it to test me; it looked as if they really wanted to experience it for themselves.

As we shuffled to a halt in front of Steve I glanced around the yard; if this were to be a public punishment, either we were all going to troop into the barn where one of us would lose our shirt and be tied up as I had been, or… In front of the main house there was a huge wooden cartwheel, easily one and a half meters in diameter, or even more. I imagined myself stripped to my shorts, wrists and ankles tied to the rim of the wheel, my bare chest pressing against the wooden spokes as I waited for the whip to caress my back once more. I was no longer surprised, but still a bit horrified that the image created a stirring in the pit of my stomach. I glanced back at the gate that we had just come through; that too could be a frame to stretch a person out in preparation for a whipping…Steve’s voice cut through my rambling thoughts:

“You guys seem to think you’re here on holiday,” he said derisively, “but there’s no holiday on a farm, only work. It’s the end of the third day that you’ve been working on that field and you still haven’t cleared it properly enough for me to bring in the tractor. It seems that none of you has learned from the lesson I dished out the day before yesterday, so one of you is going to get another lesson, one that you all deserve.”

He looked hard at each of us in turn. When I felt his gaze on me, I looked up. I couldn’t guess if he had already decided who was going to suffer and was just tormenting the rest of us, or if he were truly still deciding who was going to be today’s victim. I tried not to be aggressive or challenging in the way I returned his gaze, and I felt the stirring in my stomach spread to my groin, as Jonathan had described; I did not want to be strung up and whipped, although my unruly member was starting to stiffen at the idea of my arms stretched high above my head…this time I saw myself shirtless, hanging by the wrists from the crossbeam that made up our ‘gate’, my feet barely touching the ground. I pictured myself fearfully looking behind me, horribly conscious of my bare body, watching…who? I could imagine Steve or Sikhumbuzo flexing that heavy whip in preparation for delivering another ten lashes, or more, across my defenceless back.

Looking into Steve’s eyes, I saw an assurance that he was going to test me again, perhaps soon, but not today. “Jabulani, take off your shirt,” he said loudly.

There was a collective but soundless sigh of relief from the rest of us, though one or two may have felt the stranger sensation of an opportunity lost. We watched as the round faced youth undid the buttons of his white shirt and peeled it off his body with a certain dignity, despite the fact that he was knew what was about to happen. The brown body that he revealed was not too muscular, but rugged and well defined in a wiry sort of way. His face was still impassive, though I fancied that I could see a certain relief, or perhaps a determination to rise to the challenge, as well as the rapid pulsing of his heart against his chest.

“Nhlanhla, Sikhumbuzo, tie him to the crossbeam of the gate. You know how I want him: arms stretched out, feet just touching the ground.”

It was eerie the way Steve looked at me, as though he had taken the picture straight out of my own mind, but then I realized that this was ‘how I want him’ meant that I had simply imagined an obvious set up, looking at the frame of the non-existent gate, and the possibility of being secured there for the lash.

Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo took a few lengths of rope from the bakkie and walked Jabulani to the gate frame while the rest of us shuffled along behind them. We watched as the youth allowed rope to be attached to each of his wrists, and then Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo went to either side of the wooden frame, threading their rope through small rings that I had not noticed before. They pulled the ropes taut and Jabulani’s arms were pulled up and stretched out while the two of them fastened each rope securely to the posts. I could see Jabulani swallowing hard and breathing deeply; he pulled on the ropes as though to test them, but they were tight and he only succeeded in lifting himself slightly off the ground. According to Jonathan, the lad knew this was going to happen, but now that his bare body was awaiting the lash, I wondered what he was thinking.

“OK,” said Steve loudly, “you two can administer the punishment.”

I could feel my member wakening up for sure, remembering the fantasy I had in the barn of Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo working on me together, and now it looked as if that fantasy was going to become a reality for Jabulani. I saw him glance back fearfully, pulling uselessly on the ropes that held him so helpless, and I watched as Sikhumbuzo pulled his T-shirt over his head, gleefully stripping for the task he was about to perform. They did not appear to hurry, but they both arrived quickly at the white bakkie, and each of them procured a whip from the back. It was a terrible thing, but my member was stiffening as they walked back purposefully to their defenceless victim, who was watching their progress towards him with a mixture of fear and something like excitement on his face. Clearly, he had not expected his first experience of the whip to be so fearsome, and the enthusiasm on Sikhumbuzo’s face was enough to turn anyone’s stomach into water; at the same time he was somehow elated, or so it seemed to me, that he was going to be thoroughly tested.

Nhlanhla and Sikhumbuzo took their positions behind Jabulani, measuring the distance between them and their victim so that each stroke of the lash would have the greatest impact on the lad’s naked back. It was a momentary tableau: Nhlanhla, stripped to the waist, his dark lean body gleaming in the afternoon sun; Sikhumbuzo’s brown muscular body rippling as he flexed the whip, eager to test someone’s endurance of the lash, and Jabulani, pulling slightly on the ropes and glancing behind at his tormentors, trying to prepare his defenceless bare body for what was about to come. And Steve, master of the spectacle, took off his own shirt as though to emphasize that he was in control of what was happening.

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Jonathan describes the whippings he has endured from his older brother Steve.

Taking the Whip – Part 4
by Whiplash235
Series: Taking the Whip
Art by Neil Bruce at Bearoticart.com

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An arrogant homophobe is kidnapped by a gay disgruntled co-worker and slowly cock-teased in this hot story of revenge by Tai. Art by Blacksmith.

The Promotion
by Tai
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As he carries out his duties cleaning and shaving Samson, slaveboy Micah takes full advantage of his position of power over the horny captured hero. But a mysterious turn of events leads the curious slave to make […]

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