Roman's Collateral (ch. 2)
6 Jun 2026 comments
A twenty-three-year-old scout walks into the wrong bar with the right ear, listening for the kind of debt that comes with a son's name on the form.
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Bull Breaker Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Bull Breaker.
His Father's Hand (ch. 5)
5 Jun 2026 comments
One slave, five weeks backed up, zero permission to spill. The father hands the body to his son like a chore. The son commands, the hole obeys, the release is ruined at the crest. Then a switch passes father to son, chest to back. Cruelty runs in the family.
Apprentice: A Viktor Kane Origin Story (ch. 4)
4 Jun 2026 comments
Two slaves milked dry on permission, secrets bled out between strokes. Whiskey loosens the proud mentor's tongue. He confesses what he buried for a decade. Three days sober, an open palm lands. Twice. His body betrays him. His brain loses the vote. The scout asks to belong. The collar waits.
My Father's Ranch (ch. 5)
3 Jun 2026 comments
One Master at the fence. Eight stripped bodies. Tin collars off, iron collars on. Skulls scraped, sacks shaved. The brazier glows. The chute opens. Your buttock against the iron, two seconds, the household crest burned in forever. You scream. You find the Master's face. The belonging begins.
The Meridian Grand
2 Jun 2026 comments
Four fresh boys, twenty masters, three rounds, zero mercy. They strip, harden on command, ejaculate for distance under the lights. The German betrays himself; the Brazilian fails and earns the cane. The American wins. His prize: mount, probed and bred, while the room watches him break.
My Father's Ranch (ch. 4)
20 May 2026 comments
Six yoked bulls grind your feed in a windowless circle. Blades strip skulls and sacks bare. Mouths hit the trough, faces buried in paste they ground themselves. One boy refuses. The tube enters. Veterans hold him down with paste still drying on their chins. The loop closes. Every mouth feeds the wheel.
The Banya
14 May 2026 comments
Birch steam, vodka, and a landlord's heavy arm. The barin strips his new boy bare, feeds him bread, then feeds him everything else. First her tits. Then his cock. Then the stableman's son bends over and shows you how it's done. Your turn comes last. The banya teaches without asking.
My Father's Ranch (ch. 3)
9 May 2026 comments
Knees hit dirt. Mouths open. Water spills. A sprawling field crew drops into silent formation at a single footstep. A human shelf trembles under the weight of a coffee cup. The ranch consumes its strongest. Do not name them.
Apprentice: A Viktor Kane Origin Story (ch. 3)
8 May 2026 comments
Balls cup heavy in bare hands. A kitchen chair crashes backward. Steel clicks shut on a rebel's neck. An eighteen-year-old apprentice strips a massive beast on the auction block and breaks a debt slave in his own home. The power transfers. The hierarchy tightens. The weapon is loaded.
The Price of No
6 May 2026 comments
Autonomy shatters when surgical blackmail strips a celebrated athlete of his freedom. Delivered into an industrial harvesting pipeline, his body is clinically assessed, systematically exhausted by male handlers, and locked in steel. His internal collapse is absolute. A new hierarchy takes hold, and the conditioning has only just begun.
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Apprentice: A Viktor Kane Origin Story (ch. 2)
30 Apr 2026 comments
The mentor opens his toolbox. The apprentice opens his slaves. Two men kneel and kiss shoes nobody asked them to kiss. A broken wrench teaches more than the manual ever could: warmth withdrawn is sharper than any fist. Over pool, the first debt is planted. In a truck, the mentor's locked door rattles.
His Father's Hand (ch. 4)
24 Apr 2026 comments
The son finds his father's scent on the slave's body and follows it inside. A dark kitchen becomes communion — mouth tracing where hands have been, the opening already shaped. Mornings hold because clothing holds. Then an innocent correction is seen by the wrong eyes, and a plate of chicken through a half-open door is the only language left.
Apprentice: A Viktor Kane Origin Story
18 Apr 2026 comments
A broke kid steps off a bus into a city that runs on collars. He watches, learns, files everything. A starving slave mounts him before he can set the terms. A man is unmade through a wall. In a shower, a single phrase reorganizes a nervous system. By the time the mentor finds him, the weapon is already loaded.
The Parlor Draft
14 Apr 2026 comments
A pony boy is inspected, driven through city streets, and parked while his owner eats. His one defiance, an aimed piss, falls short. In the stables, he watches the others rut and recognizes the membrane between them is thin. Passed over as broken goods, he's repaired with a balsam that burns like boiling oil. Tomorrow the harness will fit.
My Father's Ranch (ch. 2)
11 Apr 2026 comments
The young master walks his fields at dawn — not to supervise, but to feel. Among a hundred laboring bodies, he singles out the largest bull, rewards him with his bare hand, and watches the herd quietly rearrange itself around the animal that now carries the scent of favor. The gap never closes.
His Father's Hand (ch. 3)
10 Apr 2026 comments
A slave enters the household and the house rearranges itself around him. The father crosses a threshold he swore he'd never reach. The son claims a title, then a body. Neither knows he shares the animal with the other. The slave knows both — and the heating vent carries what the walls cannot.
The Genuine Moan (ch. 2)
5 Apr 2026 comments
The slave mounts a stranger's cock under his father's eyes and can't come. The body wants to cum *for* him, not *in front of* him. Different circuit. The trainer knows exactly how to close it. When the second moan leaves the throat, it doesn't sound like the first one. The training shifts from sessions to schedule. What graduates isn't the boy.
The Genuine Moan
4 Apr 2026 comments
A senior trainer names the thing a slave has been protecting: his father's cock. The father is brought in, collared, shaved, hard on sight, and ordered to lick his son's hole open. The sphincter yields to the tongue it memorized in the barracks dark. When the father is removed, the muscle clenches. When he returns, it softens. Logged.
My Father's Ranch
3 Apr 2026 comments
A rancher's son recalls growing up among slaves as naturally as among livestock. The smell of the stalls, the Sunday strap-and-kiss ritual, the blond stud broken through breeding — each memory tightens the inheritance he never chose but never questioned. By the time he stands on his father's porch with the coffee, the transfer is complete.
Piss & Pride (ch. 4)
3 Apr 2026 comments
Sixty days in the fields. The slaves piss on him every morning. The body thickens. The word "master" loses its quotation marks. When they scrub him clean and bring him inside, the owner touches his cheek — gentle, the first warmth in two months — and the cock hardens. The name comes down like a hand on the skull: Pup.
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Piss & Pride (ch. 3)
26 Mar 2026 comments
The owner tells him to walk into the room. He walks in. He pisses himself on the threshold. Inside: stress positions, an electro dildo that makes his cock leak without getting hard, bastinado that kills the boxer's feet. He crawls to the boots. He licks. The owner asks him to piss again. He does. Voluntarily.
Roman's New Toy (ch. 4)
25 Mar 2026 comments
A suspended girl learns what her body is for. Two trained boys, one caged and one uncaged, work her open on command while their own holes still ache from the morning's lesson. Burning balm keeps every nerve lit. She holds the edge until holding costs more than falling. The first orgasm rewrites her.
His Father's Hand (ch. 2)
21 Mar 2026 comments
A father walks his son through a showroom of naked men, teaching him to grip, probe, and strike on command. The son obeys every instruction — and the thing that makes him hard isn't the slave's body. It's his father's eyes on his hands, saying *good.*
Good Faith: A Record of Compliance (ch. 5)
17 Mar 2026 comments
A single glance upward costs more than the strikes that follow. Bent and displayed, he learns shame can be extracted by name — and anger, spoken under another man's grip, no longer belongs to him. A clinical hand fits a cage, a clipboard reclassifies his body into a track he never chose. The arithmetic from his mother's kitchen table has been cross
Piss & Pride (ch. 2)
15 Mar 2026 comments
Four rounds on the frame. Rope on the balls, switch on the nipples, cane on the buttocks, electro on the cock. The fighter counts strokes and curses. The counting breaks at seventeen. The piss comes. In the cage at night, three field slaves mark him through the bars. His cock twitches in the warm stream. The horror is not the piss.
The Education of Roman's Fresh Meat (ch. 10)
13 Mar 2026 comments
A morning inspection turns surgical. The field slave earns his first correction — and his first unprompted act of worship. A veteran blacksmith is plugged, sealed, and sent to market. Over breakfast, two owners decide a man's future in six sentences: cage, training, fields. The collar tightens. The kiss still burns.
His Father's Hand
11 Mar 2026 comments
A father and son move into a company house with a slave voucher in the welcome packet. Over burned eggs and a quiet dinner, they negotiate buying a male — each building the same rational wall around the same hollow center. By nightfall, both know. Neither can say it. The wanting might be inherited.
Roman's New Toy (ch. 3)
9 Mar 2026 comments
Two owners engineer a girl's destruction over sunset whiskey. One kisses the other's wrist while a slave watches and understands: the tenderness will never be his. In her stall, the drops finish what they started. She comes so hard the corridor hears. By dawn, her body has accepted the new architecture.
Piss & Pride
8 Mar 2026 comments
A fighter arrives in chains. The ranch strips him — clothes, hair, name — and a gray-eyed owner reads his body like a jeweler reads a stone. The inspection fingers find a virgin hole. The owner's guest reaches for his jaw. The fighter's fist answers first. The last clean punch he'll ever throw.
Good Faith: A Record of Compliance (ch. 4)
7 Mar 2026 comments
His body answers before his eyes open. Arousal arrives with the instructor's footsteps — he is not allowed to cover it. Verbal drills strip the right to explain. Kneeling produces warmth in five breaths now, not minutes. A guided meditation plants its language beneath thought. He falls asleep palms up, in the position he was placed in, and does not
The Education of Roman's Fresh Meat (ch. 9)
6 Mar 2026 comments
A debt-sold lumberjack enters a young master's guest room. Calculated tenderness, whispered praise, confession extraction—dismantles every wall. The slave spills his courtroom stripping, his wife's gaze, the barracks rape. Edging and cock-slapping finish the demolition. He sleeps on the floor clutching the master's jeans, more alive than in chains.
Roman's Collateral
3 Mar 2026 comments
A young scout smells shame in a dead-end bar and follows it to a father drowning in debt and a son built for the collar. The boy is stripped, inspected, collared at the kitchen table while his father holds the paperwork. What follows is architecture: a slave who builds his own cage from hatred of the man who sold him, and an owner who falls in love
Good Faith: A Record of Compliance (ch. 3)
2 Mar 2026 comments
Borrowed shorts teach his body to prefer nakedness. A boy he swore to protect outruns him. Three men are spanked in open sun. Then thirty minutes kneeling on hard ground, and something breaks that isn't resistance. Praise lands like a hand between his legs. He discovers what obedience feels like from the inside. The trap isn't the collar.
Roman's New Toy (ch. 2)
2 Mar 2026 comments
A virgin slavegirl arrives at the ranch and learns the scope of what owns her. Chemical drops rewire her nipples into live wires. A walk past three hundred kneeling field slaves floods her body with arousal she never consented to. By the time the House Alpha locks her collar in the processing room, she has already begun calculating: useful cunt get
New World Rush (ch. 6)
28 Feb 2026 comments
Toe's body learns a new function: milking Mugroot sap with his hole under Grip's strict instruction. Obedience becomes skill. Skill becomes pride. Pride makes him greedy. The overdose strips control, and the farm's crude remedy — a stranger's hands, a rubber cock, restraints — rewires pleasure into dependency. By nightfall, Grip claims what the pla