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A sadistic muscle-bear Santa gets his due in a fun cum control Christmas story by Mark Wisdesad!

Payback for Santa
by Mark Wisdesad

Stan entered the room, tossed his red fur trimmed hat and let out a […]

A group of horny vengeful cops teach a hot and mouthy punk a lesson he won’t soon forget in this story by Don.

Taking JD
by Don

We watched JD turn off of Radar street onto the dirt road in his beater of a […]

A group of horny vengeful cops teach a hot and mouthy punk a lesson he won’t soon forget in this story by Don.

Taking JD – Page 2
by Don

With the broad width of his back pressed against the hood of the car, […]

Muscle-jock boyfriends Cort & Ryder pay a painful price for their attempted escape – the rack! A hot addition to Ragnar1963’s series.

Cort & Ryder – Chapter 6: Recapture & Punishment
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort & Ryder

Into the black hole the two muscle boys plunged… then slid down a steep shaft, too fast to stop themselves, tumbling over each other… then suddenly a trap door opened beneath them… and Cort & Ryder dropped back into their tiny slave cell!

The door immediately slammed shut overhead, and the two bros heard the cruel mocking laughter of Dax, watching them through the iron bars. “HA HA HAAAA! I knew you two would turn up here soon! Hondo’s castle is escape-proof! No painslave has ever left until
Hondo is finished with him!”

Exhausted, brutalized, the two nude young men felt their last flicker of defiance struggling not to be smothered by despair over their situation: trapped by a sadistic madman who gloried in their torture! More laughter, excited more than mocking, came echoing down the stone corridor–and the cruel captor Hondo burst into view, eyes gleaming with lust and anger, rejoicing at the recapture of his two prime painslaves, followed by the naked Dez, his muscled hairy body covered with fresh lash marks!

For a moment Hondo wordlessly savored the sight of his recaptured toys. His chest heaved with panting lust as he watched the young musclebros collapsed on the floor of their cell. “Oh, yes… pain…. punishment…” he moaned in a reverie of cruel fantasy…”Punishment for escape…. oh, the tortures… Take them….”

Dax and Dez sprang to carry out their master’s order, unlocking the cell door and pulling out Cort and Ryder, who barely had the strength to resist as they were marched back into the torture dungeon, their arms wrenched painfully behind them…

Dax and Dez stopped as Hondo, following behind, turned to face his captives… without warning he lashed out and struck Ryder a brutal blow across the face with the back of his fist! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! A second massive backhand sent Cort reeling! Fury overtook Hondo’s lust as he shouted threats at his young prisoners:

“ESCAPE IS IMPOSSIBLE! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE MY DUNGEON! AND YOUR FOOLISH ATTEMPT WILL BE PUNISHED MORE PAINFULLY THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE!!!” Then he barked an order to his guards: “FOR THEM, THE RACK!!!”

Dax and Dez manhandled them into place. Cort and Ryder had little strength remaining to resist, and realized they should reserve it for the ordeal ahead… “You see this has been specially built to accommodate TWO captives….” Hondo said as the lads were wrestled into place side by side face up atop a large table fashioned from thick, heavy slabs of wood. Iron shackles, attached by chains to the windlass at one end of the rack, were locked around the boys’ wrists; their bodies were stretched out and their ankles closed into a dual set of stocks at the other end.

Eyes ablaze with cruel lust, Hondo began to turn the windlass… the painslaves’ hearts pounded in their muscled chests as the giant creaking wheel wound up the chains and pulled their arms overhead… their nude bodies were stretched slowly as they struggled uselessly, their biceps bulging with the effort of pulling against the chains lengthening and rendering them helpless and vulnerable…

But the force of the windlass was irresistible. Hondo began to pant heavily, even tremble with excitement, as the beautiful bodies of his captives were stretched. When his torture toys reached a painful limit, he stopped; a ratchet mechanism held the windlass in place and no slack allowed Cort and Ryder any relief…

“Now I must savor your naked helpless bodies,” he muttered, “gaze on your manly loveliness, and allow you time to contemplate the hideous agony to come…. Oh, yes, my slaves, you will be racked. Since time immemorial one of the cruelest tortures devised by the sadistic mind of man–and one that allows the most erotic display of the victim’s body. How beautiful you both are,” he continued, stroking the young men’s pecs, abs, biceps–every inch of their chiseled and ripped young bodies, including the cocks that lay fat and sleeping on their powerful thighs but which were soon roused into hardness by Hondo’s skillful strokes. The bros writhed to try to escape the cruel groping from the sadistic muscleman, the caresses of their torturer and captor, but with their wrists pulled taut overhead and their bare feet locked in place, they could barely move…

“I could, of course, tear your young bodies limb from limb, and this torture invention has been used for just that purpose countless times across history… But I would not dream of sacrificing such beauty,” Hondo murmured as he bent to kiss Ryder’s nipple. “No, my handsome prisoners,” he said, stroking Cort’s cheek, “you must be kept in peak physical condition. So that you may endure torture after torture for my pleasure.”

Hondo’s fingertips played lightly over Ryder’s nuts.

“Fuck you… ” Ryder growled as he tried to inch away from Hondo’s touch.

Hondo smirked. “Foolish lad. You will never learn that you cannot escape my control…”

And he moved back to the wheel and turned it another notch…

“Aaahhhhh…” Anguished groans escaped from the two muscled young victims as the chains stretched their bodies…

CLICK….The wheel turned… the chains pulled the boys’ manacled wrists… their naked feet trapped in the stocks, each inch strained their bodies more painfully…

CLICK….

CLICK….

“AAAAAhhh….” Side by side the two musclebros/lovers felt the pain of the stretch….

CLICK….

“AAAAggghhh….” Grimaces on their handsome faces; burning lust in their torturer’s eyes….

CLICK….

“AAAAAH!!! God! please!”

Des and Dax also watched with mounting excitement, knowing what else was coming….

CLICK…

“NOOOO! No! Oh, God….”

Each inch seemed to increase the pain in their stretched muscles exponentially…. How the two muscled young men writhed and squirmed, their muscles rippling….

CLICK….

“AAAAGHHH! NO, STOP!”

Hondo chuckled at his young captives’ intensifying agony. “Ah, but this is only the beginning of your punishment! For this rack has one other feature… ” And Hondo reached underneath, unhooked a latch, and tilted the entire torture machine to an angle of 45 degrees. Cort and Ryder lay stretched to agonizing tautness, wrists over their heads, feet just above the floor…

Another button pressed… a panel in the floor slid open… to reveal the fire pit they had been suspended over earlier!

And now the two captive painslaves discovered what Hondo’s additional torture would be–as they felt the searing heat of the fire pit on their trapped helpless soles!

YES! The stocks at the lower end of the rack were holding Cort’s and Ryder’s bare feet just six inches over the flames!

“NO! NOOOOO!!!” Their feet and toes wriggled and thrashed wildly, but there was no way to escape the rising waves of fiery heat burning them!

A cruel laugh broke from the throats of their torturer and his two musclebound thugs.

“THIS IS HOW WE PUNISH ATTEMPTED ESCAPES! THOSE WHO RUN WILL HAVE THEIR FEET TORTURED!!! ROASTED! HA HA HAAAAA!”

“NOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARD!”

“AAAAGHHH!! MY FEET!!!!”

“HA HA! YES! PUNISH THEM, MY BEAUTIFUL FLAMES! LICK THEIR BARE SEXY FEET! TORTURE THEM!!! HA HA HA HAAAAAA!!!!”

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A sexy young man is stretched and tickle tortured on the rack by a religious interrogator in a new series by D.R. von Todtenhausen. Art by Rodinart.

The New Promotion
By D. R. von Todtenhausen
Art by <a href="http://rodinart.tumblr.com/&quot; title="Rodin […]

Samson endures his next date with the boy king Nabal: a cum control session while stretched on the rack.

Samson Part 5 – On the Rack
by SuperHuman
Series: Samson

“It’s time for youz date with Nabal.” said the Dungeon Master as he entered Samson’s cell. Micah, following close behind, carried a thin rope in his right hand as he approached Samson who still hung by his wrists with feet barely touching the floor. He knelt down in front of the naked prisoner, eye-level to his perpetually engorged cock and gently took the massive phallus and balls in his hands. He carefully tied the rope around each of Samson’s large testicles then made a knot around the base of his cock. Firmly tugging at the new leash caused not only Samson’s cock to engorge even further but even inspired Micah’s own cock to grow under his loin-cloth.

“Get ’em down.” ordered the Dungeon Master. Two guards approached Samson and unshackled his wrists then tied them behind his muscled back not allowing their prisoner a moment to rest his stinging shoulders. “To The Rack!” commanded the Dungeon Master as he stepped behind Samson and jabbed his ass with a pointed spear encouraging him to move forward. Micah led the group, tugging on Samson’s cock with the leash, through the dimly-lit corridor to Samson’s next session with Nabal.

The heavy wooden door creaked as Micah struggled to push it open. When the task was accomplished, Micah led Samson into yet another cold, dank room where a shirtless Nabal waited anxiously for the the party to arrive. He flashed a grin and squeezed his hard cock through his pants as the guards pushed the hesitant Samson into the chamber.

“Welcome, Samson. I’ve been looking forward to this!” he said, his eyes devouring the naked captive.

The guards marched Samson across the room then stopped in front of an imposing device that consisted of a large wooden table with heavy metal shackles attached to chains that were connected to a large spoked wheel at the head of the table. Samson had never seen such a device but he winced at the sight of the two large rollers covered in sharp metals spikes that sat on the center of the table.

Samson breathed in deep.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” chuckled Nabal. “One of the High Priest’s more ingenious inventions. I have broken many men on it. You will be next.” Pushing Micah aside, he grabbed a hold of the rope leading Samson’s hard cock and motioned to the guards holding Samson tight. “Let’s introduce Samson to The Rack.”

“No.” mumbled Samson as the guards began to push him toward the table. He pressed his feet into the ground with the little strength he had left and did his best to struggle but it was futile. The guards dragged him to the rack and with the help of the Dungeon Master and Micah, lifted Samson up on the table laying over the spiked rollers, stretched his arms over his head and quickly went to work shackling his wrists and ankles into the device. Samson’s hard cock fell flat on his stomach with a thud.

The men stepped back and surveyed their accomplishment as Nabal approached the bound prisoner. He motioned to the guards again and they took their place at the giant spoked wheel waiting for the King’s command to begin the stretching. He nodded to them. “Stretch him three clicks!”

The guards obeyed, working together to turn the large wheel. Samson began to feel pressure as the chains pulled at his arms and legs. Then pain as the spiked rollers went into motion biting into the skin of his muscled back. Click! The device reached it’s first level but the men continued to turn the wheel. Samson cried out as two more loud clicks indicated the device had reached its third level.

Nabal stood above as his eyes scanned up and down Samson’s body naked, stretched body. The muscleman’s chest had seemed to grow even larger as if suddenly filled with air and his abs were cinched tight. Nabal reached down and touched Samson’s stubbly head then gently moved his hand down over the hero’s torso feeling the short hairs that had begun to grow.

“His hair begins to return.” he said, turning to the Dungeon Master. “Why hasn’t the prisoner been properly shaved?”

“I’m sorry, my lord. I shall have the slaveboy Micah shave him now if it pleases youz.”

“Do not bother, Tartan. He looks sufficiently attached. And it’s not as if I don’t wish to see him in a more natural state. But have the slaveboy shave him immediately after our session.

“Yes, my lord.”

Nabal’s attention moved to Samson’s hard cock and balls. He made a fist around the hard phallus and slowly pulled down, peeling the foreskin back and revealing the massive mushroom head. The sensation caused Samson to moan out. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed one of his needed daily cums. And just the touch of Nabal’s hand sent him to the edge and started his pre-cum flowing. Nabal stroked the hero’s cock while his other hand cupped his captive’s heavy balls.

Samson let out a another quiet moan that put a devious smile on Nabal’s face. “Do you want to cum?” he asked the panting muscleman.

“I cannot be pleasured by a boy!”

Nabal picked up pace, stroking Samson’s cock furiously. Samson’s body began to tighten even more, pulling on the chains and even moving the rollers that continued to cut into his back. But just as Samson began to feel the cum moving from his testicles, the boy king stopped.

In a fit of anger, Samson pulled on the chains, shaking the entire table and yelled out “You bastard!” the intensity of his outburst startling Nabal who fell back onto the floor. He quickly got to he feet and ordered “Another three clicks!”

The guards sprung into action, turning the wheel. Click..Click….Click! Samson screamed out in agony as the tension grew. His tortured joints felt as though they would explode and those sinister rollers continued to cut even deeper.

Nabal approached Samson again, immediately taking his cock into his mouth, teasing the sensitive skin on his unsheathed cock head with his tongue. He then took up the challenge of swallowing Samson’s mighty cock. Nabal gagged as the meaty organ hit the back of his throat but soon he had taken the entire cock. He tightened his lips and bobbed his head up and down while running a stiffened tongue along the underside of the hero’s sensitive shaft. Soon Nabal was expertly taking the hero’s big cock down his throat, his bobbing chin rhythmically brushing against the muscleman’s massive balls that were simultaneously being squeezed in Nabal’s fist. Despite his painful predicament, the incredible feeling quickly brought Samson again to the edge of his desperately needed orgasm.

“Do you want to cum?” asked Nabal beginning to furiously stroke the strongman’s wet cock. Samson shook his head “no”, too breathless to respond verbally. Nabal picked up the pace and brought Samson back to that moment of anticipation but as Samson began to feel the rush of cum, there was a knock on the door and Nabal immediately ceased his stroking.

“Our guest has arrived!” he exclaimed with a smile then nodded to the Dungeon Master who began to open the heavy door. Samson turned his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Delilah entering the room, her perfumed scent flooding his nostrils. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the pathetic sight of a humiliated Samson tightly stretched out on the rack with his throbbing hard cock in Nabal’s hand.

“Come and see the spoils of your efforts!” Nabal commanded. She complied with a smile, lifting the bottom of her new robes from the ground to avoid getting them dirty and approached the bound hero.

Playfully placing her pointed fingernail on one of Samson’s nipples, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “My pussy still aches from your pounding.” then straightened up and ran her sharp nails over his naked torso down toward his engorged cock. With a nod from Nabal, he took his cock in one hand and began to probe her fingernail into his piss slit. Samson moaned in ecstasy as the pre-cum continued to flow from his tortured hole.

Delilah tightly grabbed his thick tool by the base and took the exposed head into her mouth. She lightly grazed her tongue around the rim of his cockhead then began to suck and work her way down until her lips reached the stubbly skin of his inner thigh, easily taking the entire massive organ in her mouth in an impressive display.

Nabal and Delilah took turns teasing and sucking Samson’s cock, keeping him on the edge of orgasm only to deny him the pleasure of release over and over again for what seemed like hours. To tease the helpless stud even further, Delilah removed her upper robes baring her breasts and Nabal ordered the guards to stretch Samson three more clicks, the sound of the machine and the further tightening of Samson’s body driving the young king over edge. Unable to hold out any longer himself, Nabal pulled out his own over-sized tool and proceeded to cover Samson’s taut body with a voluminous load of cum that made trail from the muscleman’s aching balls and the underside of his throbbing cock, across his tight abs and made a pool between his stretched pecs much to the seeming delight of everyone in the room except the now soaked hero.

“Do you want to cum???” Nabal asked teasingly as he collected a gob of his own cum in his fist and continued working Samson’s engorged cock.

“Y-y-yes..please” whimpered Samson, holding back tears, then let out a frustrated moan as Nabal stopped his attention.

“Tartan, hand me the cage.” The Dungeon Master produced an unusual metal device consisting of a hinged tube about the length of Samson’s cock that opened and closed length-wise and several leather straps and metal shackles for holding it in place. Nabal held the device up to Samson’s face. “Another of the High Priest’s creations. It will insure that you do not cum until I’m good and ready —if ever.”

Nabal opened the hinge and placed the device snugly around the shaft of Samson’s engorged cock. There was a ridge on the inside of “head” end of the tube designed to keep Samson’s foreskin retracted and contained so that after Nabal closed and locked the perfectly-fitted tube around the entire shaft, only his sensitive cockhead could been seen and accessed outside of the device. A pair of leather straps on the bottom of the tube were used to separate and tie-down the hero’s large, aching testicles.

Once the cage was attached, Nabal took a moment to tease the exposed head of Samson’s cock with his tongue then abruptly stopped ad announced, “I shall make my evening visit then retire to the King’s chamber.”

“Yes, my lord.” said the Dungeon Master as Nabal exited the chamber. He turned to Micah. “Youz heard the King, boy. Help me take the prisoner back to his cell. Then clean him up. And shave him.”

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Paulo’s training continues including a trip to the doctor for a modification.

The Plantation: Part 4 – Paulo Broken
by Tucker
Series: The Plantation
Art by Pote

I got up early again on Thursday and spent some time on office work and phone calls. During a break, I checked the video feed and saw that Paulo was asleep in his cell under a blanket. I then checked Steve’s Notes, and saw what had happened last night. Steve is a good second – he’d written up both our morning session with Paulo, and then added notes on his work that afternoon and again in the evening, so I could follow just what had happened. What was uncertain, of course, was just what kind of effect it had all had on Paulo. I decided to find out. I gave Steve a call and asked him to wake Paulo up in two hours, wash him up, and bring him to an interrogation room so I could interview him.

In two hours, when I’d finished up my work, I wondered down to see where things stood. I arrived at the room first, as planed and seated myself in a comfortable chair set near the middle of the room. Ten minutes later, Steve and Billy brought Paulo in. Paulo’s gag had been removed, but he still had his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles chained together. And he still had the dildo up his butt. Steve guided Paulo in holding a three foot wooden bar that was connected at one end to the D-ring on the back of Paulo’s collar. He guided Paulo to a spot about six feet in front of my chair, and then told Paulo to kneel. Paulo was a bit confused, but Billy quickly used his prod to slap the backs of Paulo’s knees and Steve forced him down by pushing with the bar. Paulo fell to his knees right on the spot where he should have, almost as if he’d known just how to do it.

For a minute or two no one said anything, and I simply sat and looked at the 24 year old slave kneeling in front of me. He was still as handsome and sexually appealing as he’d been when he arrived at the planation, but today he was subdued and maybe a little diminished. He looked at me once or twice, but mostly he just kept his eyes down.

“I understand you’ve learned what its like to be fucked by your masters.” I said. When he said nothing, I said “It’s OK. You can answer questions. In fact you must answer questions when asked. Do you know what its like to be fucked by your masters, slave?” This time, he looked up, eyes full of hate, and said “yes.” “Clearly you didn’t like it, but that hardly matters. We don’t care what slaves think. But we do care that they obey. Do you understand that you are a slave?” Again, a minute passed without a response, and then he said “yes” for a second time. This time, however, I didn’t believe him. He was simply saying what he knew he had to say.

“Let’s try something a bit different today,” I suggested. “Steve, could you take off Paulo’s handcuffs, please.” Once the cuffs were removed and Paulo had rubbed his hands in front of him, I went on. “Paulo, slaves don’t often get to pleasure themselves, but today I’m going to make an exception. Masturbate yourself.” Paulo looked confused and ashamed all at once, and stammered “Here?” “Yes, here. I want to see you do it. Do it right now while you’re on your knees. Your master wants to see you cum. Help him, Steve, do you have a bit of lube?” Steve leaned forward a bit and used a tube of lube to spurt a glob of lube on one of Paulo’s hands. “Go ahead,” I said, “take your cock in your hand and rub it slowly to get it hard. Now!”

For a minute I thought that Paulo was going to rebel, and noticed that Steve had taken a short riding crop from his belt to urge compliance, but it wasn’t needed. Slowly Paulo began to rub himself. It was interesting to see how his light skin turned ruddy as he continued to rub himself. Slowly his cock extended and filled out and he began to rub with a steadier pace. “Stop rubbing for a minute Paulo,” I suddenly said. He paused confused, and I continued “lift your hands so I can measure your cock – I’m interested in just how long you are.” At this point, I rose, took a tape measure from my pocket and knelt on one knee in front of him and used the measure to determine his length. Both Steve and Billy were poised to move if Paulo reacted, but he didn’t. He knelt as he had been, sweating heavily, with his arms at his side and his head bowed, and let me use my measure and touch his organ to get my measurements.

“The slave is 9 inches from cinch to piss hole,” I told Steve. “By the way, get rid of his foreskin when you get a chance, Steve,” I continued, and returned to my chair. “Go ahead, slave, let’s see you cum,” I said as I settled back in my chair to watch. Slowly, Paulo began to rub himself again, and once again the pace increased steadily until he finally shot several long strings of cum across the floor. Most of the cum settled to the polished floor but one strand made it as far as my boot and pant leg.

“Good boy,” I said. At the same time, Steve reached down and roughed up Paulo’s hair, as one might do to let a younger brother know you are proud of him.

“Now clean up your cum. Lick it from the floor in front of you. Don’t leave a drop.” Once again, Paulo sat confused and Steve and Billy tensed to respond to whatever he might do. Then Steve knelt on one knee beside Paulo and guided him through it, talking to him gently, as one would a favorite horse, while using the stick attached to his collar to guide Paulo’s head. “Lean forward and use your tongue to lick it up your cum, Paulo,” Steve urged. Slowly, very slowly, having turned even more ruddy if it was possible, the boy bent forward and did as he was told. Steve urged him from spot to spot – “Get the glob there,” he’d urge and then shift his position and the stick as the boy crawled forward to comply. This ended with Paulo licking the last bit of cum from my boot, and then tongued my pant leg in an effort to remove that small bit as well.

“Well,” I said, standing, “I think things are going very well. I’ve got some work to do up at the house, but I’m sure Steve has plans for you for the rest of the day. You’ll need some food and exercise. It’s probably also time for you to try out a mouth harness, so you can learn about giving head. So I’ll leave you in Steve’s capable hands.” With that I turned and walked out. I was pleased with how quickly things were going. The boy wasn’t completely broken, but in only two days we’d clearly gone from resistance to reluctant compliance, and I was quite happy with the results.

***

I could tell the master was happy with the results, and, to be honest, I was too. Paulo had performed just as he’d been told. He’d been forced to humiliate himself and perform for his master and he’d complied. I felt confident that he was only going to get better. Billy and I got the slave on his feet and walked him back to the viewing room with the square frame. “Stand inside the frame with your arms raised,” I said, alert to see if he’d comply with the order. He did. Billy and I then proceeded to use the leather straps to secure Paulo to the frame, pulling tight to be sure he was really immobile. After he was secure, I took a couple of moments just to walk around him and rub his body with a light towel – like brushing a horse who had just performed well. “You really do have a great body, Paulo – you are going to make some master very proud. I love the way your muscles tighten every so slightly as your touched. It’s a pleasure to train a slave that learns as fast as you do.”

After that brief reverie, I settled down to business and called in one of the medical technicians. He brought along his kit, and wheeled in a small table which he positioned right below Paulo’s genitals. The technician used a special device attached to the table to stretch and hold Paulo’s cock. A clamp fitted around the base of the boy’s cock. A bar dropped down from the clamp to a heavily weighted base that sat on the table. Ten inches from where the first bar reached the weighted base, a second bar rose to the height of the clamp. Through a ring at the top of that second bar, another bar with a rounded head could be extended, through the ring toward the clamp. After sterilizing the sliding bar, the technician slowly inserted it into Paulo’s piss hole and then worked it into his penis until the bar had reached into Paulo’s penis a bit beyond the point where the clamp was wrapped around the member. Next the technician massaged Paulo’s cock till it grew as much as it was going to grow. It wasn’t hard, but it had grown until most of the bar was inside the penis. That seemed to satisfy the technician, and he proceeded to tighten the clamp at the base of the boy’s cock. At this point, the inserted bar held the boy’s penis in a ridged vertical position, and the attachment of the whole apparatus to the heavily weighted base guaranteed that Paulo’s penis would not move, no matter how he might move try to shift it. Satisfied with his preparations, the technician proceeded to circumcise the boy. Using alcohol to clean and sterilize Paulo’s cock head and foreskin, and a pair of very sharp scissors, the technician proceeded to stretch out the boy’s foreskin, and then, quickly, cut it neatly off. Paulo howled with pain, and would have jerked if he hadn’t been tightly held by both the square frame and by the heavy device that held his cock in place.

As the technician cleaned up, with alcohol on the cut, I spoke to the sobbing slave. “We could have used an anesthetic, but the master doesn’t like it. He wants you to know you are really a slave, and that he can do anything with your body whenever he wants. This was painful for a moment, but you’ll remember it, and it should always remind you the someone else owns your body now.”

I gave the slave some time to recover, and then walked him over to the gym so he could work his way through his exercise routine, and then his run. I wanted the freshly circumcised cut to dry in the air, and didn’t want to have to use salve or bandages for awhile, so I limited Paulo’s exercises to ones that wouldn’t threated his recent cuts. When he was done I walked him back to his cell for a nap before dinner and an evening session.

I haven’t spoken much about meals, but there really isn’t much to say. Slaves are fed from bowls that sit on the floor. The food is usually rather like a stew and its delicious. I know because the trainers eat the same stuff from plates at a table, and we are happy to eat it. In addition to the stew, slaves are given drink from bottles that are shaped like large cocks. They are either held by a trainer, as I held one for Paulo every so often during his exercise session, or they are mounted on a wall where the slave, on his knees can access the bottle. The bottle is a flexible plastic thing with an area at the head that is like the nipple on a baby bottle. To get fluid out of it, the slave needs to place the head in his mouth and suck. There’s nothing subtle about it, and the slaves start out embarrassed as hell when they first learn what they have to do to get fluid from them. As time passes, however, they become used to the routine, kneeling to eat chow from their “dog dishes” and suck their liquids from their “cock bottles.”

After feeding Paulo dinner, Billy and I took Paulo from his cell. Satisfied that the cuts were healing properly, I put a little salve on the cuts. Then Billy and I took handcuffed the boy and proceeded back to the room we’d used last night for fucking. I felt Paulo tense up the minute we entered the room and he saw the “fuck table.” I urged him forward, gently: “Don’t fight this, Paulo, its part of your training. You need to get used to it. And you don’t have any choice, we’ll just zap the hell out of you if you try to fight us.” Paulo didn’t cooperate, but he didn’t resist either, and between Billy and I, we strapped him down in a matter of minutes.

Next, I ripped the tape off and removed the dildo he’d been wearing all day. I oiled his anus as gently as I could, and then inserted a different kind of dildo – in effect a dildo with a hole through it that could serve as a nozzle and proceeded to secured it with leather straps that went under Paulo’s belly and between his legs to assure that the dildo couldn’t be rejected. Then I slid an apparatus along an overhead bar into place over the table, or more precisely, directly over Paulo’s upturned ass, and connected a clear, one inch wide tube to the nozzle hole in the dildo. A couple of clicks on the control panel and the cleaner surged into action. Warm water was pumped into the boy’s ass, filling him slowly to a painful fullness. Once a significant volume of water had flowed in, a kind of plunger in the machine assured that the fluid inside the boy’s guts was agitated thoroughly, and then the water was sucked out with an equally demanding pressure. The boy squirmed and begged us to stop, and later he whimpered as he experienced cramps as the process continued, but the machine didn’t pay any attention to him. The cleansing process was repeated, slowly but steadily, five times. During the initial round, the fluid and fecal material that was drawn out made the water dark brown, but by the fifth iteration, the water came out as clear as when it went in, and the machine turned off. I undid the straps and removed first the tube and then the nozzle. Then I massaged the boy’s ass a second time with a soothing lotion, and then a heavy lube.

“This slave is ready to fuck,” I announced, and Billy stepped forward, already rock hard and ready for some fun. “You got a really nice ass, Paulo-toy,” Billy announced as he gave Paulo a hard slap on the ass. “I’ve been watching it all day as we walked you around this place and thinking what fun I was going to have using it tonight.” With that he slid his thick ten inch cock into the slave’s hole, eliciting a cry of pain, followed by more cries as he drove deeper and punched harder over the course of the next 15-20 minutes.

Billy was followed by three or four other trainers in the course of the next couple of hours. But well before the others joined in, I sat myself down in front of Paulo, as I’d done the night before, held his sweaty face in my hands for a minute or so, and then gagged him. This time I used a different gag – not a ball, but a semi-rigid cock-shaped tube about five inches long. It took a couple of inserts to get it placed just right and then I connected the straps behind his neck, and fluffed his hair as I’d done earlier. Paulo was having trouble breathing, and I took a minute to rub his throat and to calm him. “Breathe slowly through your nose, it’s not a problem, you just have to relax and use your nose.” I murmured, as I rubbed his throat. Then I went on to say how proud I was of him. “You are going to make a really fine slave, Paulo. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. You came here a tough kid with no future, and you’re going to leave here a valuable property that someone is going to desire and care for. You’re a beautiful piece of slave flesh and when we get done with you, you’re going to be a slave that will make a master really proud to own you. You’re going through the hard stuff now, learning to accept your slavery. But later, once you accept it, we will shape you into a whole new type of animal that will bring pleasure to a master just the way a great horse attracts every eye when it trots across a paddock.”

Finished with my bit of encouragement for the evening, I had a second beer, unclipped my leather cod piece, and started warming myself up for a fuck. And a few minutes later, when Billy finished his second round with a yell, I took over and plowed the slave myself, enjoying the way his ass was still trying to put up some resistance as my cock was thrust deep into his clean, well lubricated cunt hole.

Later that evening after we were fucked out, I took the slave back to his cell. I didn’t put a dildo back into his anus. I removed his cuffs and chains, except for his collar and genital ring, which were permanent, and I settled him on his mattress and covered him with his blanket. I didn’t get any resistance as I helped him lay down and he fell asleep in an instant.

A good day’s work, I thought, as I went off to my own room to write up and post my notes and then to get some sleep myself. As I drifted off a bit later, I remember thinking that I’d better check up on Jose and see how our other toy was doing with his chastity problem.

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The Elementals – Chapter 6
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Chapter 6

Blazing Embers returned to The Elemental base exhausted after a strenuous workout. His red hair was matted with sweat and his workout clothes clung to his toned cut body. He went to the gym every day to workout because looking good was very important to him. He could never be as good looking as Fusion or Tempest, but he was not bad looking either. Men and women alike had tried to flirt with him, although he was never interested in the women.

The hero opened the door to his bedroom and flung his bag on his bed. Grabbing his towel, he went to the bathroom to take a nice long hot shower. Quickly undressing, Blazing Embers stepped into the shower and let the hot water soak into his skin. He sighed as the soreness of his muscles began to relax.

This had been a very strange week. After their fight with Fusion, there was no trace of their renegade brother. It was so unlike him to not be the center of attention. He had to admit that his former brother was very hot, but his arrogance was such a huge turn off that Blazing Embers found him repulsive. Looks were important but the soul was equally attractive.

It was this combination that attracted him to his leader and brother, Hydro. Even though he knew there would never be anything between them, he could not help falling in love with the young man. It was ironic that his powers were fire based and Hydro was water based, that alone spelled doom for any kind of relationship. Still, Blazing Embers would not help but to fantasize about what it would be like to be with the blond stud.

Soaping his muscular body with his body wash, Blazing Embers felt his cock stiffen at the thought of Hydro. He had fantasized about making love with him a lot in the last few months. The fact that he must keep his feelings for the young man hidden only seemed to make his desires more powerful. It was no secret among his brothers that he was gay, but there was just no way for him to reveal his feeling for his brother and teammate.

The door crashed open and Blazing Embers whirled around as fire danced in his fist. Blushing and covering his half hard cock, he faced the very man he was thinking about. Hydro looked handsome as ever as he also blushed at walking in on his friend.

“I’m sorry,” He stammered. “I didn’t realize that anyone was in here.” As he started to shut the door, he glanced at Blazing Embers with a coy smile. “Come and see me when you are done,” he said shyly. “I want to talk to you.”

As the door shut, Blazing Embers wondered what Hydro wanted from him. He resisted the impulse to rush through the rest of his shower and forced himself to take his time. His crush on the hero was one of his most guarded secrets and he did not want to deal with the embarrassment and rejection if his feelings ever came out in the open.

Once he was clean, the red headed young man turned off the water and dried himself off. Wrapping the towel around his tapered waist, he walked out of the bathroom and back to his room. He had the feeling that someone was watching him, but he saw no signs of any of his brothers around. Shrugging this feeling off, he went into his bedroom to get dressed unaware that Hydro watched him from the shadows.

Blazing Embers felt great as he dressed in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. Even when he was home, he always dressed to look great. Some of his brothers like Voltage liked to wear shorts or sweats at home, but his sense of style always dictated how he dressed.

First he went to the meeting room to see if Hydro was waiting for him. As he walked through the hall, Blazing Embers could not help but to notice that the base seemed completely empty. That was very odd. It wasn’t a large base and usually he could hear the television or sounds of gaming in the hall. Where was everyone?

The meeting room stood empty so Blazing Embers went to the rec room and the living room and poked his head in to see if anyone was around. There was not a soul in sight. The hero began to grow concerned as he walked back to where the bedrooms were at.

He knocked on Hydro’s bedroom door and was a little shocked when his crush called for him to come inside. The hero opened the door and his jaw dropped when he saw Hydro standing in the room wearing nothing but a jockstrap.

“Oh there you are,” Hydro said with a slight smile. “Sorry, I was just changing. You don’t mind if we talk while I dress, do you?”

Not trusting himself to answer, Blazing Embers nodded as he closed the door behind him. Seeing Hydro almost naked sent his senses reeling and he could feel himself start to get aroused. He tried to think of mundane things, but he could not take his eyes of the object of his desire.

Hydro seemed to take his time getting dressed as he seemed to want to show off his muscular body to his lusting teammate. His bulge seemed to grow slightly as he turned around to grab his shirt, showing his bubble butt.

Blazing Embers felt himself get completely hard as he covered his tented pants with his hands. “I really should go,” His voice cracked as he turned to the door.

“Nonsense,” Hydro said with a small laugh. “It’s okay if you find me attractive. It doesn’t bother me at all.” He reassured as he slipped on a tight white undershirt.

The hero knew that he should leave, but he could not help himself from turning around and staring at the young man that he lusted after wearing only his jock and white shirt. His cock throbbed as desire gripped his body and soul. He prayed with all his might that he would be able to control himself.

Hydro smiled as he sat on his bed and motioned for his teammate to do the same. “I need a favor,” He said as he gave his most dazzling smile. “I have been working nonstop to try and track Fusion for the last few days. I could really use some time off to relax.”

Blazing Embers nodded. “I’d be more than happy to watch things here so you can take some time off.” It actually would be a relief for him as he could use the time to get his feelings for Hydro back under wraps. He was upset that he had showed any signs that he had a crush on him in the first place. He needed to get over this lust for his brother once and for all.

The blond stud shook his head as he laid one hand on Blazing Ember’s thigh. “Actually I was wondering if you would hang out with me tonight.”

The hero stared at him in shock as he tried not to gasp. The hand on his thigh seemed to match his rising body temperature and his feelings were like a cyclone in his head.

“Tempest and Voltage said they would stand watch at the base,” Hydro continued. “I could really use your company tonight. Talking with you always seems to get my mind off of work.”

Blazing Embers knew that he should say no. He was afraid that he could overstep himself and reveal his feelings for his straight brother. That would cause a rift between them that might threaten the team itself. As his green eyes gazed into the watery blue eyes of his leader, he was shocked when he heard himself say, “Sure.”

Hydro smiled as he squeezed his gay brother’s thigh. “Great! You want to meet me in an hour?”

The hero could only nod as he rushed out of the room. What was going on? He thought wildly as he went into his own bedroom. He released his pulsing hard erection and started jerking himself off with a fevered heat. The memory of Hydro’s touch was still fresh as he fantasized being fucked by him. It only took him five minutes to get the release he needed as his cum shot all over his bed. With a heavy sigh of relief, he sat on the floor as an afterglow filled his body unaware of the hidden camera that was placed in his bedroom.

An hour later, Blazing Embers was still waiting for Hydro to let him know that he was ready. Looking at the alarm clock next to his bed, he tapped his foot impatiently. Waiting had been agony for the gay hero as the combination of nervousness and anticipation raged within him.

Checking to make sure his hair was perfect, Blazing Embers wondered if something had come up and Hydro needed to cancel for tonight. Surely, his leader would have let him know and if the situation was dire then the alarm at the headquarters would have sounded off.

After waiting another 20 minutes, the hero’s impatience finally got the best of him and he left his room to head towards Hydro’s room. Taking a deep breath, he nervously knocked on the door. He wanted to yell at his brother for making him wait for so long but his crush made him bashful than usual.

Blazing Embers heard a muffled cry beyond the door and he rushed into the room. He stopped in shock when he saw Hydro completely naked and tied to the bed with rope. His mouth was stuffed with what looked like a pair of briefs and the blond struggled uselessly against his bonds.

Wondering who would do this and how an intruder got beyond their security, he went to rip the rope that was tied to the bed frame. He stopped when Hydro shook his head violently, his blue eyes wide in alarm.

The hero yanked out the underwear that served as his leader’s gag as Hydro raised his head. “Kiss me!” He said in a sultry deep voice. “I want you to dominate me!”

Blazing Embers gasped as the words came out of his brother’s mouth. He wondered if he was having some kind of bizarre wet dream as he got lost in the beautiful blue eyes of the man who he had loved all these years.

Almost in a trance, he bent down and brushed his lips against the helpless young man’s as strands of his red hair fell into his eyes. Hydro moaned as he rested his head against his pillow and gave Blazing Embers a smoldering look.

It took a tremendous effort for him to break out of the compulsion to explore Hydro’s magnificent body. “Who did this to you?” He demanded.

Hydro sighed as the hero began to untie his bonds. Once his hands were free, he reached out and grabbed the young man’s neck and pulled him close to his naked body. “I want you!” He said as he nibbled on the hero’s ear. “I want to make love to you!”

A shiver of pleasure ran through his body as Blazing Embers tried to keep his mind focused. “This isn’t right,” he said as Hydro’s fingers brushed against his lips.

“I know that you desire me,” Hydro said softly. “I have known for a very long time. I have wanted you for just as long. Now is your chance for all your fantasies to come true. I am yours for the taking.”

Blazing Embers felt himself start to harden as he wanted to give in to his desires and succumb to the lust that raged inside him. It was his fantasy come true, but there was something wrong. Hydro was completely straight and even if he was gay, there was no way that he would do this. The Elemental Leader was too much of an etiquette guru to sleep with a member of the team.

“I’m sorry but there is something wrong.” He said gently. “This is not like you and I intend to find out what is going on here.”

The hero freed himself from Hydro’s embrace and went to walk out of the room. A bolt of lightning nearly hit him as Voltage suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Sorry,” He said with an impish smile. “You’re not going anywhere!”

Taking a step back in surprise, Blazing Embers unleashed his powers as his hands started to smolder with flames. “You too?” He murmured sadly. How long has this madness been going on? “Stand aside,” He commanded. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Hydro leaped from his bed and slammed the hero against the wall. The blond stud grabbed him by his hair and kissed him roughly. “If you aren’t going to give yourself to me, then I will take what I want!”

Blazing Embers was shocked by the roughness and anger from his leader. His entire personality seems to have changed. “I’m sorry,” He said sadly. With a surge of power, he unleashed his flames and knocked Hydro across the room and through the wall into the next room.

Voltage flung his lightning at the hero as he ran into the room. Dodging the attack, the gay hero jumped through the window and out into the open area behind their base. He threw a blast of fire at the window and use the explosion of fire to make his escape. His attack would only delay his brothers briefly as he did not want to hurt or kill them.

Jumping over the fence and onto the street, Blazing Embers walked right into Tempest who was waiting for him. His Russian brother was wearing only a white thong that was tented and stained. “The master wants you!” He said as he created chains out of the wind around him.

“You too?” Blazing Embers said in shock. Was there anyone who was not part of this bizarre plot? His entire body exploded in flames as he broke through the wind constructs and knocked Tempest aside into the street.

As he turned to run, he ran straight into an immensely tall and muscled man. Looking up, he saw a red aura around this stranger who had the same shade of red eyes. “You are even stronger than I thought,” He said in a very deep voice that seemed to rumble like an earthquake.

Blazing Embers took a step back and realized that this person was responsible for his brother’s strange behavior. Growling deeply, he gathered his powers and flung a large fireball right into the stranger’s chest.

Laughing as if the attack tickled him, the strange being lifted the hero in the air and flung him like a rag doll. “I have grown too powerful for you to even scratch me, boy!” He rumbled.

The gay hero barely managed to break his fall as he rolled to his feet. Flames danced all over his body as his clothes burned away revealing his red and black costume underneath. Without the rest of the team to help, there was no way to defeat this powerful being. With three of his brothers under his control, it seemed he needed to find his remaining brothers.

As he turned to run, Preying Mantis leaped out of the shadows and tackled him to the ground. “Do not defy the master!” He snarled as he pinned the hero to the ground.

Using all of his strength, Blazing Embers managed to knock his brother back and leap to his feet. The Stranger was approaching and he found himself surrounded by Hydro, Tempest, Voltage, and Preying Mantis. What kind of hold did this monster have on them?

Gathering his strength, the hero expanded the flames that surrounded him as the others leaped at him. The flames formed a wall as they swirled faster and faster. With an explosion of fiery energy, his brothers were knocked back. Using the precious few moments he had, Blazing Embers turned to escape and ran right into Fusion. The good looking young man smirked as he grabbed the hero into a bear hug and kissed him passionately. Fusion’s strength was too much for him to handle but he struggled against the hold as it grew tighter and tighter.

Blazing Embers could not ignore the pleasure he felt from being kissed as the tightness of the hold began to sap his strength. He was barely aware of the others approaching as Fusion kept his lip lock hold on him.

With his energy depleted, the hero’s mind began to fade away to black. His struggles slowed as he passed out in the muscular arms of his renegade brother. He only hoped that it was not too late for him to avoid his brother’s fate.

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by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

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