Four varsity bulls line the wall, bodies broadcasting, chins up, begging to be claimed. Masters prowl. A hand tilts your chin: not mine. It moves on. Cages lock on luckier boys; yours stays bare. One gets taken. Three are left aching. The wall keeps you for last.
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.
This story is about me: An athletically built man, in his early 40s, with the online nickname Mio or Master Mio, and an ignorant, inexperienced, 18-year-old hottie named Julius, who has no idea what awaits him. It is a story largely based on truth. My intention is to make multiple sequels. After all, there is a lot to tell.
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.
A day in the office turns into a nightmare of coercion and degradation as Ethan is forced to comply with his boss' twisted demands in order to earn a promotion.
After a brutal morning of Sergeant Ashford’s hands gripping my hips and whispering in my ear, my straight bunkmate Ryder took things even further. Playful wrestling turned into soapy back rubs in the showers and a long, lingering “bro massage” that left me rock hard and confused.
Leaked blackmail videos shatter Alex’s theater career. In a remote cabin, he’s bound live on stream, ID shown, rimmed then brutally fucked and bred hands-free for viewers, awakening twisted hunger.
Blackmailed by a jealous rival, theater director Alex is stripped and turned into the permanent naked plaything of four dominant men. From public stages to Greek beaches and a merciless milking machine, his shame spirals into irresistible addiction.
A day in the office turns into a nightmare of coercion and degradation as Ethan is forced to comply with his boss' twisted demands in order to earn a promotion.
Jacob discovers the terrifying velocity of the legal and medical machinery that has been turned against him. Stripped of his clothes and name by the police , his physical de-classing accelerates before he is loaded into the back of a psychiatric transport van. He should have been careful what he wished for.
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.
Young City of London banker Jacob gets to meet Dr Zim and his de-classing starts to take a serious turn. He really should have been careful what he wished for.
Callum Rhodes thought boot camp would toughen him up. Instead, he’s trapped between his intense drill sergeant, his dangerously charming bunkmate, and the men watching from the shadows. In the barracks, tension builds fast… and some lines were never meant to be crossed.
Inspired by a meme I saw while scrolling last week, this story is how a faggot and his Master met and a year later is collared making their arrangement permanent.
Please don’t pin me against the wall and fuck me until my eyes roll back into my head! -- Scott's finally given the congressman his ass, and surprisingly... he doesn't regret it! But if he wants to get ahead and be more than just a House Boy, he'll have to top at least one more time.
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.
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.
Ryder fought Alex’s grasp and roughly fucked his clutching pussy. He showed no mercy, pounding his father with reckless abandon. He wanted Alex to be left sore. For the next several days, at least.
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.
Please don’t make me suck an old man’s cock and drink his warm piss! -- Scott is still adjusting to turning his manhood over to the congressman. First he claimed his cock, now his ass... what's next? But when Tim offers a way forward, Scott may just find no end to his humiliation...
A day in the office turns into a nightmare of coercion and degradation as Ethan is forced to comply with his boss' twisted demands in order to earn a promotion.
He's on all fours, taking one man from behind while servicing another with his mouth. He is, without question, the man in the middle. Two cocks, two men, zero decisions to make. The most powerful orgasm of his life. And afterward, in the dark, a hand finding his under the covers that changes everything.
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.
Blindfolded, jockstrap on, cock aching after three nights of denial, he's been told tonight he finally gets his reward. Then a second man enters the room. Two pairs of hands. A mouth that works him open without mercy. Then, lips at his ear, three words in Spanish that tell him exactly who has been waiting for him all along.
A forbidden, electric connection sparks between Jack and Kael. Their secret becomes a dangerous fuel—forging a hyper-focused diligence to survive the daily punishments. To protect their fragile spark, they must be perfect, flawless, and invisible. But this bond is both their armor and their greatest vulnerability.
A day in the office turns into a nightmare of coercion and degradation as Ethan is forced to comply with his boss' twisted demands in order to earn a promotion.
He got rimmed, fingered, and fucked for the first time and can't think about anything else. Jake Sullivan is processing the best sex of his life while the man who fucked him and the man who loves him are circling, and neither of them is done.