GayBondageFiction

A hot collection of Chirenon’s one-off chastity artwork pieces.

Chirenon Chastity Art Piece
by Chirenon

More comic strips and art from CHIRENON HERE!

More comic strips and art […]

Superman in Peril! Check out this collection of Superman comic covers featuring The Man of Steel in bondage peril.
[ratings] (You must be logged in to rate this story.)

When Tommy’s Dad confronts his muscular neighbor for spanking his son, he soon finds himself over the disciplinarian’s knee for a humiliating bare-ass spanking.
[ratings] (You must be logged in to rate this story.)

Tommy’s Dad
by Redrears

I had never been in favor of using spanking as a form of discipline with my son. I wasn’t spanked as a child and never felt it an acceptable or effective means of child rearing. I managed to grow up ok without it and except for the usual problems, occasionally disrespectful, disobedient and such; my son was doing ok too.
So you can imagine how embarrassing and surprising it is to find myself standing in my new neighbor’s home in the corner with my pants and underpants around my ankles and my bare red 43 yr old rear end on display like a naughty little boy, and for the second time!

It all started about a month ago. I had come home early and was sitting at the kitchen table doing some bills. My 15 yr old son, Tommy came rushing in crying and rubbing his butt.

“What’s the matter, Tommy”?

“Mr. Reynolds got really mad and spanked me, Dad, and real hard too on my bare butt, he’s a fucking jerk!”

“Are you serious, he hit you?”

“Hit me? He fucking beat my ass and he used some hairbrush too, not just me but Mike jr. too. He’s a fucking maniac; you should call the cops or something”.

“Well, I just might but first I’m going over there and give him a piece of my mind, no one hits my son”!

“Fucking tell that shithead off dad”

“Hey watch the language, by the way, why did he spank you and Mike anyway?”

“It was no big deal, we just took a couple of sips of beer and Mike’s dad came home and caught us and he went all ballistic, he’s a fucking mad man, you should kick his ass, dad”

“Stop with the fucking foul language….and no ones kicking anyone’s ass, we don’t solve problems in this family by hitting, but he’s going to get a piece of my mind and a law suit if he ever tries spanking my kid again. It’s no excuse for hitting you, but you sure shouldn’t have been drinking beer at your age”

“Yeah, sue his ass, dad, man my fucking ass is on fire, I can’t sit down”

“STOP THE DAMN FOUL LANGUAGE” I yelled. “Pull down you pants and let me see your behind”

“No way, I’m not baring my butt, it’s embarrassing, dad”!

“C’mon, I have to see how much damage he caused”

Tommy reluctantly lowered his pants and underwear.

“Wow, your butt cheeks look like two red apples” I said

Rubbing his sore tail, he said “And it hurts like a thousand bee stings”

The sight of my son’s red backside enraged me. How dare this man inflict that kind of damage on my son? I walked briskly over to the Reynolds home to tell him of and tell him off good.

The Reynolds were new to the neighborhood. I had never met the father and had only met his young son Mike once or twice when he was over our house to meet up with my son. When I first heard of them moving into our street, I was happy they’re would be a boy my son’s age to hang out with, I was always having to drive him cross town to meet one of his friends from school and I thought if they hit off it would be convenient for both families. As it happened, they became fast friends right off the bat. I had been meaning to stop over and welcome Mike Sr, to the neighborhood but I had been busy with work and didn’t get to it. It’s a shame our first meeting has to be under these circumstances.

I was still fuming and determined to tell this jerk off as I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. I was surprised when this very tall, very muscular, fairly young looking guy opened the door. He looked to me to be about 30, I later found out he was 36. He must have been about 6’3” and 220, which slightly intimidated my 5’9”, 175 kind of soft frame.

“Hello, can I help you” he smiled

“Yes, I’m Bill Walker, er ah…I’m Tommy’s dad, are you ..ah ..er … I’m looking for Mike Reynolds, Mike jr’s dad”I stammered.

Sticking out his hand, and flashing me this big smile, he said. “I’m Mike Reynolds, Bill it’s great to meet you, please come in; I was planning to visit you right after dinner”

Not taking his hand to shake, I charged in and said, “I just bet you were, this isn’t a social call, I want to know who the fuck you think you are to hit my son?

“Whoa, calm down Bill, there’s no need to curse, I didn’t hit your son, well technically, I did I guess, but I just spanked him” he said still smiling

“I don’t care what the fuck you call it his backside is as a red as a fire-engine and he says he can’t sit down and I want to know what gave you the idea you could do that” I glared.

“Bill, let’s try and calm down, I don’t think you understand the situation.” Mike said, “Tommy and my son, Mike Jr. were drinking beer when I came home, I’m sure you wouldn’t approve, as I don’t ,so I took their pants down and spanked both their little bare bottoms good and red, something they both deserved I’m sure you’ll agree.” he said calmly

“No I don’t agree, asshole, I don’t think you should beat anyone for taking a couple of sips of beer and especially my son. If you want to abuse your kid, fine but keep your fucking hands off mine, got it douch-bag” I yelled

The color drained from Mike’s face, “I have never ever”abused“my son, I love him with my whole heart and soul, I occasionally give him loving discipline in the form of a spanking, which I believe all fathers should when needed” he said angrily

“I don’t give a fuck what you do just keep your hands off my son” I said turning to leave, “Or you will hear from my lawyers”

“You know, I’m a reasonable man and I was hoping we could be friends, I actually thought I was doing you a favor by spanking your boy on the spot for drinking. You, on the other hand, stormed into my house not even given me the courtesy of shaking my hand, cursing at me like some foul mouth punk and not even giving me a chance to speak. You’re perfectly right to have your own ideas about discipline and perhaps I was wrong for assuming that you would agree with mine, but you could use a lesson in common courtesy” he said standing inches away from me.

“I don’t need any fucking lesson from you, and I’m not the least bit intimidated by you, just keep your hands off my son, and as a matter fact tell that dip-shit son of yours to stay away from my son.” I said, moving to leave.

All of sudden I felt myself being pulled, I lost my balance or fell, I don’t remember which exactly but I found my self bent over Mike’s knee as he sat down on his couch. I tried to push myself to a standing position but he held me firmly in place. Then I felt it. WACK…. Mike’s firm hard hand smacked my ass. WACK ….again. It took me a second to realize what was happening. Mike Reynolds was spanking me like I was some little kid over his knee.

“What the fuck are you doing” I yelled.

“I’m going to give you a lesson in manners that you won’t forget, you’re going to get what your son got earlier today, a good old fashioned spanking, something your daddy should have given you a long time ago” WACK!

I wiggled and squirmed but Mike had me over one knee and had me locked in firmly in place with his other leg, my face was nearly touching his rug and my ass was arched up in the air for an easy target.

“Are you insane, I’m 43 yrs old you can’t spank me, let me up you asshole” I shouted.

“Well, I’m 36 and I think you’re wrong, it sure looks like I’m spanking you” he laughed.
“And after I tanned this big behind of yours, I’m going to take care of your filthy mouth” he said, with determination.

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK

The smacks continued alternating back and forth from one ass cheek to the other. I began to yelp with each smack as his strong hand slapped my upturned butt hard. This was really beginning to sting.

“Let me up god damnit, do you realize I’m an attorney and I can have you arrested” I shouted

He laughed. “Do realize I’m a professional football player and I don’t give a damn, I’m still going to tan your hide good!”

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK.

This was beginning to really hurt, both my butt and my pride. I was beginning to whimper and my attitude was beginning to change with each smack to my now sore backside.

“Ok ok you proved your point Mike, I’m sorry I was rude, now let me up” I pleaded

“We’re not nearly done, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, I don’t think you’re truly sorry yet and I know you haven’t nearly learned your lesson, and you’ve loss the privilege of calling me Mike, from now on you address me as Sir…WACK…Is that clear…..silence from me……….WACK…I SAID IS THAT CLEAR” he shouted

With my behind stinging and my pride completely destroyed, I shouted in mock sarcasm “SIR, YES, SIR”

WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK

“Somehow, I don’t think that was sincere, you still are not getting the message, I want to hear some real remorse for your discourtesy behavior and foul language and a promise to behave maturely in the future, I’m going to have to step up this spanking a little” he said calmly

Then it happened, I felt my shirt being pulled up my back, and Mike’s fingers reaching under the waistband of my pants and starts to tug.

I was wearing my suit pants from work and while they were a thin worsted wool fabric and not offering much protection to my burning ass, that wasn’t my chief concern. I have always somewhat modest, even dressing and undressing quickly in gym as a kid plus the sheer embarrassment of having my pants pulled down for a bare bottom spanking like a little boy was too much to bear. I began to plead.

“Oh my gosh, what are you doing, please don’t do this is humiliating, please Mike please don’t take down my pants, I’m sorry, I won’t be rude again, I promise” I begged

“What did you call me” he asked sternly

“Oh I’m sorry, please Sir” I said hurriedly

“Well, I’m sorry Billy, but I find the real lesson doesn’t begin till the naughty boys pants and undies are down around his ankles and his bare bottom is spanked, and you, after all have been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” He asked teasing me

With that and one big tug in a single motion he had my suit pants and my under wear down to my thighs revealing my bare backside, I was mortified.

“Well, well, well a nice big pink hiney already, and smooth as a little boy’s butt not hair on those chubby little cheeks” he said

Then he did the unthinkable, at least to me and my sense of modesty, I felt him pull my cheeks apart exposing my asshole to the air.

“And look at this, not a hair in your crack or around that little pink rosebud of yours, yup just like a little boys rear” he said almost clinically.

The smacks and the lecture started, WACK you are going to learn some manners, WACK , you shake a man’s hand when it’s offered to you, WACK and you never curse or call some one a filthy name, WACK, AND YOU NEVER ACCUSE A MAN OF ABUSING HIS SON, WACK, DO YOU HEAR ME LITTLE BOY“he asked

Having my butt bared made a huge difference in both the pain level and psychologically, I was starting to yelp and yell and I felt like a bad little boy.

“Yes sir” I’m sorry Sir really, I’ll be good, I promise, I said almost crying.

Then we both heard it at the same time, a chuckle, I craned my neck as Mike noticed what I noticed…..Mike Jr sitting on the stairs laughing.

“What are you doing out of your room young man, you’re being punished and you’re suppose to be doing your homework, now get back in your room unless you think your tail needs another spanking, NOW” Mike insisted

“Gee, Dad I just came out because with all the yelling, I thought someone was being killed, I didn’t know it was just Mr. Walker getting his fanny tanned” he laughed

“Get moving mister, wait a minute, get me my hairbrush first, will you pal” he asked

“Sure thing Dad, yikes Mr. Walker your butt is in for it” Mike Jr said

I didn’t think I could possibly be more embarrassed, here I was a grown 43 yr old man getting a spanking by a guy 7 yrs my junior and his son sees my bare red ass getting it too.

Mike Jr comes down stairs with wooden hairbrush, this must be the weapon that made Tommy’s backside so red, and I cringe.

“Thanks buddy, do me one more favor, pull Mr. Walkers shirt off, his darn shirt tail is getting in the way” he said matter of factly.

“Sure thing Pops” Mike Jr quickly agreed as he pulled my Brooks Brothers oxford right off me.

Now, my worst nightmare, except for my pants and under wear and shoes I was in my birthday suit! And then….

“You know what pull off his pants and undies too; he won’t be needing them for a while” Mike sr said.

“You got it pops” Mike Jr said as he removed my shoes, then pants and underwear.

I was mortified as I watched Mike Jr fold my pants and underwear and slowly put them on the couch next to Mike leering over at my upturned red butt, I must have been quite a site.

“That is one big red hiney, Mr. Walker”, Mike Jr teased

“Ok, that’s enough get moving” Mike Sr laughed

With that Mike Jr slapped me hard on the ass and said, “Good Luck, Mr. Walker.

Mike Sr. laughed clearly enjoying his son’s antics, “Final time, get moving mister”

Mike Jr. quickly headed back upstairs, saying as he goes, “I couldn’t help it Dad, Mr. Walkers got one big bubble rear on him, it’s like Tommy’s rear only way bigger” laughing as he left the room.

“Kids” Mike said shaking his head. “Now where were we”?

“Please Mike I swear I’ve learned my lesson, I will never again be that rude or use foul language in your presences and I’m not going to report you to the police, let’s just forget it and let me up” I asked

“First, I told you are to call me Sir, Second, I know you are not going to report me to the Police, you’d have to tell them that you got your bare fanny spanked like a bad little boy over my knee. You’d probably have to drop your pants and show the cops your red ass. I imagine you be the laughing stock of the whole judicial system when the word got out…and it would, you know how cops gossip. Lastly, I don’t want you to forget it, believe this hairbrush is going to sting your behind and you’re going to remember this spanking and why you got it for at least a week every time you sit down. Both you and young Tommy and Mike Jr are going to have a sore fanny for a while

Then he peppered my ass hard with that damn brush for what seem like an eternity but was probably only five minutes. Tommy was dead on, it felt like a 1000 bee stinging my poor red rear end. I won’t give you all the details because it’s too embarrassing. Suffice it to say Mike had me crying like a little boy and begging and promising to be good.

When it was over he let me up and made me stand in the corner buck naked rubbing my sore behind. He then got a bar of ivory soap and washed my mouth out, while lecturing me about my foul language. After, he let me rinse out my mouth he made me sit on his knee like a little boy and he asked me if I had learned my lesson. Naturally, I told him I had.

I thought my ordeal was over, but he stood me up walked my over to the mirror in the hallway and made me look at my bright red bottom. I was so embarrassed, I avoided mirrors because I had gotten a little plump and I saw my self with my big belly and big round red rear end and my dick which had shriveled up and I did look like a chubby boy who had just gotten spanked.

Then he said, “Ok Bill, your punishment is over, I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson. Now, I want you to go outside, ring the doorbell and let’s start this all over again”

“Thanks Mike, Good Idea” and I started to grab my clothes.

“I didn’t say get dressed” Mike stated simply

“What, you don’t expect me to go outside buck naked do you? I asked

He forcefully grabbed me by the arm led me to the door, opened it…turned me facing outward and gave me a quick hard crack across my bare can. “You bet your ass I do” and shoved me out the door and slammed it shut

I panicked, I was outside, completely bare, my clothes inside, I thought of making a mad dash home but I lived 3 houses down and it was still light outside and I could hear kids playing in the street. I decided to do what he said and I rang the bell.

I rang and rang ..Five minutes and no answer, obviously Mike was making me sweat. Then the door opened and it was Mike Jr.

“Oh Mr. Walker, I thought you had left” he said with his mouth wide open.

I stood there cupping my dick and meekly asked, “Mike is your dad home”?

Mike Jr was completely baffled and he said “Come in….Dad it’s uh Mr. Walker and he’s bareassed”

“Thanks Mike, you can go back to your room, now” Mike Jr left shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Bill, good to see you, I’m Mikes dad, Mike also” he said sticking out his hand

I quickly caught on and gave his hand a hearty shake, “Bill Walker, Mike great to meet you.”

He grabbed my clothes and told me to get dressed and come and sit in the living room. He went into the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers and handed one to me.

“Bill, I understand you’re a little upset about the spanking I gave your son Tommy, I’d like to hear what’s on your mind” he said politely

Then I proceeded to tell him that I was upset with him because I didn’t believe in spanking and even if I did it really wasn’t his place to spank someone else’s son. That the better thing would have been to send him home and called me and tell me what the problem was and let me deal with it in the way I thought best. He, unfairly, assumed my role as Tommy’s dad. I told him I appreciate the fact that young boys drinking beer is serious but I wished he had handled it differently.

Mike looked at me calmly and said, “I see your point Bill, I acted impulsively and should have consulted with you in this matter. I promise this will never happen again, please accept my apology”

I looked at him stunned and said, “Of course, Mike, thanks for understanding”

We sat quietly drinking our beers for a few minutes when Mike yelled upstairs for Mike Jr to come down.

When he came down, Mike told him to sit down and he said, “Mike your dad got a little ticked off by Mr. Walker and decided he needed a lesson, well he’s learned that lesson and as far as I’m concerned it’s over. Now because of circumstances you happened to be a witness to his spanking, but it’s a personal matter between him and I, and I don’t want it discussed outside this house to anyone that includes Tommy or anyone else. And I don’t want you ever again to make any smart ass remarks to Mr. Walker about this incident or his fat behind or anything else of that nature, is that clearly understood .”

“Yes Sir” Mike Jr said

“I mean it Mike, if you ever say anything to anyone, I’ll take a layer of skin off your fanny” Mike insisted.

“I swear I won’t Dad, I’m sorry I laughed and was such a smart ass Mr. Walker, I know one of dad’s tannings hurts like hell and it’s not funny” He said sticking out his hand to shake

“That’s ok Mike, I appreciate your discretion.

“Well now that that’s settle back to your room, Pal, you’re still grounded” Mike said

“Well Bill, I hope you’ll reconsider your attitude about spanking, I think you know first hand how effective it can be.” he smiled

Shifting from cheek to cheek on my sore bottom, I was forced to agree that maybe Tommy could use the occasional spanking and mouth soaping for his filthy mouth, but I was probably to blame for that.

“Still, I promised I’d never spank your son again and I meant it. I said nothing about you however, despite my being younger, I think you still need some guidance from a more disciplined man; expect to find your bare ass over my knee again for a good spanking when you need it. For starters, I want you to drop 20 lbs and get your tail to the gym with me to put on some muscle” He said

I just gulped and said “yes sir”

As a matter of fact my failure to take that instruction seriously is why I’m standing in Mike’s Living room corner butt naked with another sore red fanny, but that’s another story.

The End

Redrears

19 yo Cory thinks he’s about to a have a virtual experience but it quickly becomes all too real. The poor boy is bound stripped and subjected to foot torture and electro-genital torture.
[ratings] (You must be logged in to rate this story.)

Cory’s Virtual Reality Day
by D.R. von Todtenhausen

Cory, a youthful-looking 19-year-old with dishwater blond hair and bleached bangs was an avid gamer and was especially fond of virtual reality type games. He would do everything he could to seek out new and untried virtual reality games and every time he heard of something new, he was usually out to try it first. One day he was walking down the street and came to a new store-front shop in a rather run-down part of town. In the window there was a large poster advertising a spectacular and unforgettable new virtual reality game. There was no other description, only the promise that it was completely new and offered an experience that the user would never forget. This, of course, was just the type of thing that interested Cory and he went into the shop.

Behind the counter was a man with a stock of many virtual reality games, all of which Cory had already seen and tried. He asked about the new game advertised in the window and was told that that game was something that had never been seen before and would offer an experience that Cory would never, never forget. Right away he had caught Cory’s interest and Cory asked more about the game, but the man would tell him nothing else about it. All the man would say was that the game was indescribable and whoever wanted to try it would be totally unprepared for the experience and would never experience anything like it. Cory couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer and wanted to try the game right away. He asked what the cost was and the man said that since Cory was the first to try the game he would let him have the experience without cost. Now Cory was really excited.

The man called an assistant from the back room to keep an eye on the shop while he took Cory through a side door and into a room with virtual reality headgear on several shelves. The man gave Cory a headpiece and helped to strap it on with the virtual reality screen inside the face guard. He then turned the headpiece on and Cory saw what looked like a long stone hallway with torches lining the walls for light. The man asked what Cory saw and Cory described the hallway and a set of large, heavy wooden doors at the end of the passage. The man said that everything was working fine and that he would help Cory walk down the passageway and through the doors. He led Cory forward a way and Cory described the view of walking down the passageway and seeing the torches as he passed. Finally the man stopped in front of a door, which Cory saw as the heavy, wooden double doors on the screen. The doors opened and Cory was led into a large, torch-lit stone room with vaulted ceilings. All Cory saw on the screen was the large stone room, but suddenly he was grabbed on both sides by strong, muscular arms and pulled forward further into the room. Cory couldn’t believe the feeling. He had never experienced a virtual reality game with such true-to-life feelings and experiences. He was really starting to think that this was, indeed, a very realistic new game and he was looking forward to it even more.

Suddenly, the strap was loosened on the headpiece and the whole thing was yanked off Cory’s head. When his eyes focused, he found himself in a room very like the one shown on the virtual reality headpiece screen, except that instead of being empty, the room was a fully-equipped torture chamber and the arms holding him belonged to two big, burly guys with black hoods over their heads. Cory still wasn’t sure what was real and what was virtual-reality. The big guys dragged Cory forward into the room and Cory protested saying “Hey, what is this?” “What happened to the virtual reality game?”

One of the burly men holding him said: “This is the game!” “You were told that this was going to be an experience you would never forget, and I’m telling you that it is going to be more real than you ever expected!”

With that the man from the shop entered the room clothed in a flowing black robe. Cory said: “Hey, I don’t think I’m going to like this game. I think I want to quit now.”

“Oooooh, it’s much too late for that,” answered the man. “The experience is just beginning, and as I promised, it will be one that will be unforgettable.”

At a nod from the robed man, the two hooded men tore the shirt from Cory’s body leaving him bare to the waist.

Cory yelled: “Hey, what are you doing?” “You just ruined a good shirt.”

“You won’t be needing it,” said one of the hooded men and both men then lifted Cory off the floor and pulled off his shoes. Again Cory protested, but to no avail. Cory was then pulled over to a large, wide wheel with boards, which looked like someone could get inside and walk on the boards somewhat like a wheel in a hamster cage. Cory was brought up to the wheel, standing with his back against the boards on the outside of the wheel. His arms were jerked up over his head and his wrists were secured to two large metal rings fastened to the wheel.

Cory kept yelling: “What are you doing?” “Stop!”

The hooded men then unfastened Cory’s pants and let them fall to his ankles. By this time Cory was really protesting and asking what was going on. The men then pulled down his underwear, leaving Cory naked except for the clothes at his ankles. Those weren’t there very long because the men bent down and pulled the pants and underpants off and Cory was standing there with his back against the wheel and only his white socks were left of his clothing. He kept protesting and protesting until the hooded men bent down and pulled off Cory’s socks, leaving him naked. The men were tired of Cory’s complaining and one of them grabbed Cory by his dick and balls and squeezed hard. Cory opened his mouth to cry out in pain and the other hooded man stuffed Cory’s socks into his mouth to silence the griping.

Now Cory was standing there totally naked and exposed and the men began to fasten shackles onto Cory’s ankles. The metal shackles were attached to two chains, which were also attached to metal rings embedded into the stone floor. The chain on each ankle was about a foot and a half in length. The men began to turn a wheel with spokes, which then started the larger wheel to turn. The more the wheel turned, the more pressure Cory felt on his arms stretched above his head. Soon he felt his heels start to rise up from the floor, leaving only his bare toes touching the cold stone floor. Soon those toes, too, were lifted off the floor and the weight of Cory’s body was hanging on his arms except for where his back arched over the wide wheel. Soon the wheel turned far enough that the chains on his ankle shackles had reached the limit of their length and started to put a downward pull on his ankles. Now things started to get rather painful for Cory. He kept mumbling sounds and shaking his head from side to side, but the socks in his mouth made his protests unintelligible. The more the wheel turned, the more pressure was placed on Cory’s arched back and the stretching from his arms and ankles became unbearable.

By this time the robed man from the shop was seated at a table and watching the whole scene with delight. Cory kept making sounds and shaking his head from side to side until the robed man said: “You know, we’re missing a lot of enjoyment as things are. Let’s get rid of those socks so we can hear the boy better.”

The hooded men then pulled the socks from Cory’s mouth and Cory cried out: “Stop!” “Stop!” “Why are you doing this?”

The man at the table answered: “You wanted a totally new experience, now we are giving it to you.”

“No, No!” yelled Cory. “I don’t want to do this any more.”

“Oh, no, we can’t stop now,” said the man at the table, “this is way too much fun!”
“You know,” he continued, “I think we are missing out on a lot of the sound effects for this game.”

As he said this, he nodded, and the hooded men began to turn the wheel tighter. Cory stretched further and further until finally the pain got so bad that he screamed: “Ahhhhhh, aaaahhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” “Stop! I can’t stand it!”

“Now, that sounds much better to get the proper sound effects for the game,” said the robed man at the table. “But I think we need a little more shrieking.”

When he said this one of the hooded men took a set of long tongs and brought out a shallow metal pan filled with glowing coals. He slid the pan under Cory’s bare feet which were above the floor to the length of the chains holding his ankles. Soon the heat from the coals began to rise and Cory felt the pain on the soles of his feet.

“EEEEEEEEEEE!” “Eeeeaaaahhhh, eeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!” Cory shrieked as the robed man smiled with pleasure and the heat tore into Cory’s feet. “Yeeaaaaahaaah!, take it away! Take it away! Eeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh! It burns! It burns!” Cory squealed.

“That’s more like it,” said the robed man. “That’s what I like to hear! I just love those shrieking screams!”

Cory screeched and screamed over and over as the heat from the coals burned the bottoms of his feet. The hooded men were careful, however, and pulled the pan of glowing coals out from under Cory’s feet before causing major damage. Then they slid it back under again bringing more screams from Cory as the heat hit his tender soles again. Cory was stretched taut on the wheel and the chains were pulling on his ankles so he couldn’t move his feet away from the heat. All he could do was scream and curl his toes upward or downward to try to protect his feet as much as possible. The hooded men and the robed man at the table were enjoying Cory’s torture totally. Every expression of pain on Cory’s face and every scream and squeal that came from Cory’s mouth brought a smile of pleasure to the faces of his tormentors. Cory was in total agony and they knew it and loved it!

The Torment Continues

As the hooded men pulled the pan of coals out from under Cory’s feet again, the robed man at the table said: “Now let’s try something else for entertainment.”

The hooded men loosened the tension on the wheel and Cory’s feet came down to rest on the ground again. The cold stone of the floor felt soothing on the bare soles of his feet after the heat from the coals. The shackles were released from his ankles and his wrists were loosened from the rings on the wheel, letting his arms fall to his sides. Cory was so exhausted he just crumpled on the floor. The hooded men grabbed him and lifted him up to walk/drag him across the floor to a spot where two vertical upright poles were embedded into the floor. There were metal rings near the tops and bottoms of the poles. Cory was dragged between the poles and ropes were fastened around his wrists and then brought through the rings at the top of the poles, one arm to each pole. The ropes were pulled, stretching Cory’s arms upward and outward, spreading the arms wide and pulling Cory’s feet off the floor again. They left Cory hanging there for a while with just his arms spread wide and his feet dangling beneath him. All three men sat back and just looked at Cory’s beautiful body suspended there with his spread-eagled arms making his beautiful bare chest stand out perfectly. After a while the robed man nodded and the two hooded men went over and grabbed Cory’s feet, each one fastening a rope around Cory’s ankles. These ropes were then pulled through the metal rings near the bottoms of the poles and Cory’s legs were spread and stretched widely apart. Now Cory was truly and totally spread-eagled between the upright poles. Cory groaned with pain as the weight of his body pulled on his arms and shoulders. His wide-spread legs left him completely vulnerable for anything his tormentors wanted to do to him. The hooded men fondled and played with Cory’s dick and balls but Cory was so exhausted and in so much pain, he just groaned again as his head drooped so his chin was resting on his chest.

“I think he needs a little stimulation to wake him up,” said the robed man. His assistants knew just what to do and one of the hooded men brought over a flaming torch. He walked up behind Cory and held the flaming end of the torch under Cory’s dick and balls, passing the flame from back to front between Cory’s spread legs.

“Yiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaahah!” cried Cory as the flames tickled his dick and balls and the acrid smell of burning pubic hair filled the room. Again the torch was passed under Cory and pulled out again with Cory screaming all the while the torch was under him. The robed man walked over to stand in the front of Cory and looked down at Cory’s exposed genitals.

“Well,” said the robed man. “This is really great!” And as he said this he used his hands to slap Cory’s dick and balls. “That flame saved us the trouble of shaving him,” the man said as he again brushed Cory’s genitals with his fingers. Cory’s dick and balls were slightly red, but not really burned, but the hair was all singed off and it was almost as if he had been shaved. “It’s so nice to see the merchandise without all that hair in the way,” said the man in the robe. “This will be much nicer for us to continue.”

Now the other hooded man took the flaming torch and walked behind Cory again. Cory was in terror not knowing what to expect next and not being able to see behind him to know what was coming. Suddenly he felt a searing pain on his right foot. The hooded man was holding the torch under Cory’s already tender sole. A loud, piercing scream tore from Cory’s throat and another came quickly thereafter as the torch flames were passed under his other foot. Back and forth the torch went – not lingering long enough to burn Cory’s feet, but certainly enough to elicit a scream of anguish from Cory with each pass. Again and again the torch flames were passed under Cory’s feet and between his legs. Finally it was too much and Cory passed out from the pain and exhaustion.

“Bathe him in a warm bath and scrub him clean,” were the orders given by the head man. “Let him soak and relax and take him to his cell for the night, we will have more fun tomorrow.”

Cory awoke when he was placed into the warm bath and felt soothed on his aching muscles after his ordeal. He was then given a robe and slippers and taken to his cell where he immediately fell asleep.

When morning came any hopes Cory might have had of an end to the torment were quickly dashed when the hooded men came again. They grabbed him and took him back into the room with the seated figures at the table. This time they took off his robe and placed Cory onto a rack. They pulled his arms up and fastened them to the winch. Then Cory’s slippers were removed and his ankles were attached at the opposite end of the table. Immediately the soles of Cory’s bare feet were whipped with a long wooden rod. Each stroke brought a scream of pain from Cory. Then the rack began to tighten and he was stretched like he was on the wheel. The pain was horrible and Cory began to moan and finally began screaming and screaming, begging them to stop the torture. The rack stretched him tighter and tighter until he thought he couldn’t bear any more. Finally he screamed a loud, high-pitched scream and fainted again.

His beautiful naked body was a delight for those who watched and they were waiting to make Cory’s virtual-reality/reality experience even more enjoyable – for them, that is.

This time, while Cory was still passed out, he was carried over to a square stone column about two foot by two foot and about four feet high. The top of the column was capped with a curved stone cap that was straight on two sides and curved like an arch on the other two sides. Cory was placed with the small of his back against the curved top of the column cap. His head and arms hung limply on one side, while his legs and feet dangled loosely on the other. His tormentors then took each arm and spread them wide and fastened ropes to his wrists. These ropes were attached to large wheels with winches on other stone columns a good distance from where Cory’s wrists were attached. Then the same thing was done to Cory’s legs, which were spread wide apart and the ankles roped and attached to wheels on columns in the same manner as his arms were. Cory was still unconscious but was now spread-eagled between the four columns with his head hanging down and the small of his back resting on the curved top of the center column. At this point Cory was awakened with icy cold water on his face. As soon as he awoke he yelled: “What is going on now?” Soon he felt the tension on his arms and legs getting tighter as the wheels on the four columns were turned, thus stretching Cory spread-eagled in four directions. The pain on his already sore and tender joints was terrible. Tighter and tighter he was stretched in the four directions. He pleaded with them to stop the torture in between moans and screams of pain. Tighter and tighter he was stretched until even his back was lifted from the center column with the curved top. Cory was in anguish as he felt himself being pulled in four directions. Then he was whipped on his bare chest as the stretching continued. Screams of pain and terror escaped his lips as he was stretched and whipped even more. Then a new torture was added. Cory felt the sting of thin wooden rods as they beat the soles of his bare feet, already tender from the taste of the coals and flames. Scream after scream echoed through the torture chamber until Cory again passed out.

Cory was released from the columns and placed spread-eagled on a large wooden table. His ankles and wrists were secured loosely and wires were clipped to his dick and balls. When he awoke from his faint, he didn’t know what was coming next. Then electricity started to surge through the wires and Cory arched his back and dug his bare heels into the table as he screamed while the electric charges surged through his genitals. The current was turned off and then on again and each time Cory screamed in anguish. The power was increased and Cory screamed even more, arching his back and showing the beauty of his nakedness. He had no way of stopping the torture and was begging for the torment to stop. His torturers stopped and started the current over and over again, each time increasing the voltage a bit, making Cory scream and arch his back more and more, as he flopped down on the table when the current was not surging through him. At last the pain of the shocking was so bad that Cory again passed out.

When he came to, he found himself fully dressed and sitting in a chair in the front of the virtual reality game store. Not knowing what was really real and what was virtual reality, he vowed to himself that he would never again be interested in any virtual-reality games. He fled the store, but he felt sore all over and when he checked himself at home he found the whip marks on his chest and saw how tender the soles of his feet were. When he went back to the location to confront the people, he found that the store-front was empty and there was no trace of the game store.

D.R. von Todtenhausen

The Boy Wonder Robin is captured stripped and tormented by Sgt Harvey Bullock but soon has his revenge with the help of Poison Ivy.
[ratings](You must be logged in to rate this story.)

Revenge by Poison – Part 1
by Mark Wisdesad
Series: Revenge by Poison

Sgt Harvey Bullock wiped sweat from his fleshy florid face as his small beady eyes took in Robin’s naked body. The young man lay on the bed. His wrists were tied behind him and his massive legs were spread wide with his ankles tied to the posts of the big bed. His mask had been left intact. The huge beefy bear finished the glass of whisky and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand approached the bed. Robin grunted in agony as Harvey’s huge meaty hand slapped his erect rock hard cock. The bed creaked as Harvey parked his heavy body on it and squeezed his captive’s immense muscle pec slabs. Robin grit his teeth as his massive chest endured pure agony. “Nice…ummmm…so huge and firm..” his captor muttered as his hands kept kneading and mashing the firm muscle flesh. Robin groaned and arched his back. “Like it, don’t you?” Harvey chuckled and rolled Robin’s large swollen nipples between his sausage thick fingers.

Robin twisted his wrists behind him in an effort to free them. Harvey watched his young captive’s shoulder muscles bunch up with the effort. “Don’t waste your energy, Robin.” the sergeant said, “I’ve tied them very very tight.” The room was hot and steamy. Harvey Bullock sweated like a pig. He unbuttoned his shirt partially. Robin saw a deep hairy cleavage between huge dense pecs. Sgt. Harvey Bullock was shorter than Robin and Batman. But he had very wide thick shoulders, thick brawny arms, a muscle belly, tree trunk thighs and an immense ass. Robin knew that his captor possessed immense strength. He was notorious for his brutal treatment of the drug dealers and other scum of Gotham City. The Police Commissioner had severely reprimanded him but Harvey didn’t care as he was quite efficient in his mission to keep the streets of his city clean. Robin also knew that this huge beefy bear had always lusted after him. And Batman!

As he groaned in agony at the torture his massive pecs were enduring, he fantasized about dominating a helplessly bound Sgt Harvey Bullock. And Batman too. What a double treat it would be for him! “See what your squirming and groaning has done to my poor li’l friend!” Harvey chuckled. Robin watched his captor unzip his trousers. Out sprang his huge thick veined cock! Harvey stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and began taking it off, revealing his wide muscular hairy shoulders. Even as he started pulling his shirt off his shoulders, the doorbell tinkled.

“Who the fuck is that? Hope it’s your friend Batman!” Harvey grinned and added, “Haven’t had that caped bastard at my mercy!” he slapped Robin’s cock. “Don’t you dare make a sound, Robin Redbreast!” he giggled and went to answer the doorbell. Robin lay still and looked at his pecs. They had turned a deep red! His cock throbbed and its tip touched his navel. Batman too used to tie him up and edge him for hours on end. The sadists, he muttered to himself. If only he could have both these bastards tied up and at his mercy he mused. The very thought made his cock twitch and puke precum into his navel.

Cursing under his breath, Sgt Harvey Bullock strode to the door, forgetting that his shirt was open down to his belly and off his shoulders. He flung the door open. The woman standing there took his breath away! She was voluptuous and oozed with sex! She had worn a tight green dress with large leaves printed on it. Her huge firm breasts threatened to pop out of the dangerously low neckline. In one hand were lengths of coiled green vine. The other held a large green handbag. “Hello Sgt Harvey Bullock! I see that you’re very excited at seeing me!” she said and pointed to his huge rigid cock! Damn, he mused, and tried to push it back into his trousers.

“Who are you?!” he asked as his eyes darted over those half melon boobs. In response she smiled coldly and answered, “You know me, Sgt Harvey Bullock!” As he watched, the leaves on her dress seemed to disappear one by one till finally she stood with a leaf each that barely covered her breasts and a thong of a smaller leaf and vine that covered her pussy. “Now do you recognize me, Sgt Harvey Bullock?” she asked with a grin. “Poison Ivy?!” Harvey snarled, “You bitch!” She laughed softly and entered the room. Along with her, came a strange hypnotizing fragrance. Harvey took a deep breath even as his eyes raked those enormous breasts. He felt a bit light headed.

“Turn around and cross your wrists on your ass!” she commanded. Harvey, without a protest, did so. He knew his mind was being controlled by this sexy deviant woman and there was nothing he could do about it. Harvey grunted as she wound the vine tight around his thick powerful wrists. Next, she wound a few strands expertly and cruelly tight around her burly captive. Poison Ivy stood in front of Harvey and admired her handiwork. She breathed heavily at the sight of the squat beefy brute bound and at her mercy. Her eyes roamed lazily over her captive’s chest. Sgt. Harvey Bullock’s huge meaty pecs bulged between the tight bonds of vine. His monstrous cock twitched and spat a string of pre cum. Harvey’s small pig eyes were riveted on Poison Ivy’s large near naked breasts. She casually ran her fingertips along the deep cleavage between them. Harvey growled and tried to wrench his bound wrists apart. Poison Ivy laughed and said, “Sergeant Harvey Bullock, I’ll have you know that the more you struggle, the tighter the vines will grow.” She kissed his fleshy lips and her hands fondled his massive hairy chest.

Harvey groaned as her tongue licked the sweat from the deep cleft in his chin and a hand fondled his huge one eyed monster. “You bitch!” he growled as fingernails raked it. His eyes were still fixed on her large boobs. “Wanna kiss ’em, my sexy Sarge?” she asked with a cold smile. “Yes! Yes! I’d love to have them in my hands..” he uttered breathlessly. Poison Ivy held the back of his neck and with surprising strength, pulled his head onto her breasts. Harvey made bestial sounds as he kissed the deep cleavage and rubbed his face on the bulging breasts of his captor. “Ouch! You need a shave, Sgt Harvey Bullock!” Poison Ivy said sharply and pulled his head away. She grasped one of his large beefy arms and dragged him into the room where Robin lay on the bed. He was still tied up.

“What do we have here?! Did I interrupt your interesting little game, Harvey?” Poison Ivy asked as she gazed at Robin. Her boobs rose and fell as she leered at Robin’s musclebound naked body and his throbbing shaft. “Let me have some fun with you, Robin.” she said softly. “And you Harvey, watch the fun!” She dragged Harvey by his monstrous cock close to the bed. Poison Ivy lay on the bound helpless Robin and kissed him. She slowly dragged herself backward till his cock was trapped in the cleavage between her breasts. Harvey let out a soft groan as she moved her body slowly up and down. Robin begged, “Please release me!” The hopelessly tied up young muscle hunk arched his back and Poison Ivy rolled off Robin. He let out a growl as his cock gushed a thick stream of cum. “Quite a gusher, aren’t you, Robin?” poison Ivy asked.

“Lick it off. Every drop! Very very slowly!” she ordered Harvey. The sergeant clambered clumsily on the bed and squatted between his captive’s spread legs. “Free my hands, you bitch!” he growled. “No way Sgt Harvey Bullock. Use your mouth.” she replied and laughed. The bound beefy man did as ordered. As the last drop was licked off, he was astonished to see Robin’s cock go rock hard all over again! “That’s good Harvey! Great job!” she said and caressing Robin’s eyes gently, whispered to him, “Sleep for now..” Robin closed his eyes.

She ordered Harvey to get off the bed and he did so clumsily. “When he wakes up,” she told Harvey, “he’ll be filled with an uncontrollable animal lust. And a blind searing hatred for you, Sgt Harvey Bullock and Batman” She dragged a small chair from the corner. “I want you all ready for Robin when he wakes up in a minute or two….” She patted Harvey’s cock and pinched his taut nipples. He felt the tight vine around his wrists being undone. Harvey sighed with relief. “And before I forget..you, the beefy macho Sgt Harvey Bullock, will be a cock hungry dude. Especially Robin’s and Batman’s cocks! And I’ll watch with delight. Hehehehe!” His eyes felt heavy. “You fuckin whore, I’ll..I’ll…” and he blacked off……..

Robin opened his eyes. He was lying on a bed. He sat up. The room was darkened except for a spotlight. He gasped when he saw the familiar heavy beefy figure in a chair. Robin’s eyes narrowed with rage. And sheer glee! Sgt Harvey had been hopelessly bound. Robin smiled and stepped up to his captive. “Well well well! What have we here?!” Robin grinned as his eyes roamed over the huge man. Harvey’s shirt had been opened, revealing his broad hairy chest. His trousers were round his ankles and his huge veiny monster throbbed and twitched. Robin circled the chair and once again stood before Harvey. The heavy man had been tied immobile. His brawny arms had been yanked behind him and his wrists had been lashed together with what appeared to be a vine of sorts. The bonds around his chest too were of vine. As were those round his ankles. They were wound so tightly that his flesh bulged out. Harvey Bullock was so stocky and wide built that he dwarfed the chair. The bound detective grunted as he squirmed and tried to break loose from his bonds. Sweat ran freely all over his body.

The young masked muscle hunk looked around and saw some objects on a table near the bed. His eyes lit up. Robin picked up a riding crop and steel nipple clamps connected by a thin chain. He stepped up to Harvey and whipped his huge hairy chest a few times with the crop before painfully rolling his large swollen nipples. “Yeah, taut enough!” Robin said and attached a clamp to one of the nipples. “You bastard!” Harvey Bullock muttered. Robin smiled as he attached the clamp to the other nipple. The sergeant’s chest was so wide that the chain linking the two clamps was stretched taut! The helpless Harvey moaned every time he inhaled as the chain pulled on the clamps. “Let the games begin, Sgt Harvey Bullock!” Robin said with a grin and picking up the crop, stood with his legs apart in front of his captive.

“Fuck you, Robin..” Harvey grumbled and let his lust filled eyes run all over his captor’s musclebound body before they alighted on Robin’s huge wagging cock. “Fuck me, Harvey?!” Robin asked with a smile, “No way! I mean, just look at you all tied up!” He stepped behind his captive and let out a ‘Wooof’! and added, “Sergeant Harvey Bullock, you have such a massive sexy ass that’s begging to be whipped!” Harvey grunted and tried to heave his heavy body as Robin lashed the huge bulging butt with the crop. Robin stepped in front of his captive.

Instead of a look of agony, Harvey had an expression of lust! And his cock wagged up and down. Robin brought the riding crop on Harvey’s huge thighs. Again and again. He pulled the thin chain connecting the cruel nipple clamps. Apart from trying to lean forward to ease the tension of the chain, Harvey gazed with lusty greed at his captor’s musclebound body. His small beady eyes alighted on Robin’s stiff cock and he licked his lips. Standing with his legs apart and straddling the bound Sergeant, Robin grasped Harvey’s huge shoulders and thrust his cock into his mouth. Harvey sucked on it very very slowly. Robin threw his head back and groaned even as he used the crop mercilessly on his captive’s back and his ass.

For long minutes, the two men made bestial sounds. Finally, Robin tensed his muscly body for a fraction of a minute before his cock erupted like a volcano inside his captive’s mouth. Robin forced Sergeant Harvey Bullock to suck the last drop of cum. He stepped back and smiled at Harvey. “That was fuckin great, Sergeant Harvey Bullock!” he told his captive. “And what about me?” Harvey asked his captor, indicating with his eyes, his one eyed monster that kept spewing strings of pre cum. “Do something Robin, please!” he pleaded. “Sure” Robin replied and proceeded to slap his captive’s cock mercilessly. With all those unbelievably tight bonds of vine holding his massive body near immobile, the captive could do little except grunt and groan.

The two men smelled that familiar hypnotizing fragrance once again. Robin yawned and rubbed his eyes. He staggered to the bed and collapsed on it. Harvey tried twisting his powerful wrists but the vines were bound very efficiently. He was a helpless maddened bull by now and ready to fuck the daylights off Robin and that caped asshole, Batman!

A pair of hands came over his wide meaty shoulders and landed on his humongous chest. A soft seductive voice spoke into his ears, “Sergeant Harvey Bullock, we have some unfinished business, don’t we?”

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

Mark Wisdesad

Turning the Tables on Dad A young man jumps at the opportunity to give his hot dad a spanking when he father comes to “live under his roof” for awhile and causes him to be […]

Video clips featuring three of the many bondage scenarios that befall Batman & Robin in the classic Batman television series staring Adam West & Burt Ward.
[ratings]

WATCH MORE MALE BONDAGE CLIPS AT MALE […]

Joe Fischer has another run-in with his dad and gets his mouth washed out with soap and a hard ass spanking that makes him cum.

Brothers – Part 5
by Graham
Series: Brothers by Graham

After Joe spent 2 of […]

A sailor endures mummification and more when he volunteers for a military medical experiment in this art series based on a BoundGods scene.

A Military Medical Experiment
by Chirenon

More comic strips and […]

A spoiled young men is sent to a special academy for retraining in “The Shetfield Pony Academy” art series by Chirenon.

The Shetfield Pony Academy – Part 1
by Chirenon

More comic strips and art from […]

A spoiled young men is sent to a special academy for retraining in “The Shetfield Pony Academy” art series by Chirenon.

More comic strips and art from CHIRENON HERE!

CONTINUE THE […]

Chirenon teaches us how to turn your muscle top roommate into a slaveboy using a chastity device.

How to Turn Your Roommate into a Slaveboy
by Chirenon

More comic strips and art from CHIRENON […]

Super heros in peril in this comic strip by Chirenon!

The Atomic Trio VS Triangular
by Chirenon

More comic strips and art from CHIRENON HERE!

More comic strips and art from CHIRENON HERE!