Chapter 56. On display: Without a word of explanation, He takes me to one of the special “stages,” the one that is not too high off the ground, and is circular, and in the middle of it is a set of stocks, like they had in the old times.
Chapter 3 sets the scene to more extreme humiliation and degradation in Chapter 4.
We learn how Jon lures Paul back for more. They learn a bit more about each other, and Paul learns how to properly clean a man's boots and what it means go be a dirty little piss-pig...
There will be nine chapters charting the journey of two men, alpha-male and beta-boi, as they discover how mean and dirty they really are. This story involves, humiliation, scat, piss, boot worship and pipe smoking. If these things are not for you please do move on.
This is the first story that I have published. It covers my own personal interest in humiliation, submission and an obsession with pipe smoking men. I welcome constructive ...
There will be nine chapters charting the journey of two men, alpha-male and beta-boi, as they discover how mean and dirty they really are. This story involves, humiliation, scat, piss, boot worship and pipe smoking. If these things are not for you please do move on.
This is the first story that I have published. It covers my own personal interest in humiliation, submission and an obsession with pipe smoking men. I welcome constructive ...
I was ordered to lie in an outside old bathtub totally naked and exposed to any man walking by the garden area surrounded by shade trees and shrubs. I was ordered to Masturbate myself while blindfolded, wearing a sign around my neck that read, "Piss Shower this Faggot".
On the third night I was ordered to lie on my bed naked and exposed spread eagle. I was to tie a rope around my balls and extend the other end of the rope through the small crack in the air-conditioner opening to the outside of the room. The rope just inside the room was to have a large knot so the rope could only be pulled a certain distance to keep my balls from being pulled off. Men could pull on the rope from outside my room and watch me ...
The second night at the Gay Clothing Optional Resort, the word got around that I would be naked and exposed in a well lighted room with the drapes completely open so that any man walking by my room could tap on my window and order me to Masturbate Blindfolded in front of them and their buddies.
Am in tracksuit pants and t-shirt now. After the run on the canal towpath. Went back to his car. Was naked. More or less. Apart from the trainers. And the skimp shorts. Barely enough. Not enough to cover all the cock and balls. Chucked these at me. Tracksuit pants. t-shirt. "Gooin shoppin."
Being raped in public was just one more degrading humiliation that wore on the boy’s self-esteem, but it wasn’t the worst thing so far. And yes, it had hurt. A lot.
Running down the towpath. Keep about a foot from his shoulder. Steady behind him. At his pace. At his heel. Like he's taking his dog for a Saturday morning walk along the canal towpath. At his heel. Misjudge it and bump him. Elbow to the ribs. Gets the dog back to his pace. Too many times like that. His knuckles. Sharp. To the groin. Am consistently off his pace. Grabs cock and balls in his fist. Dragging. Pulling. Maintaining the dog as if on ...
Paul Stevenson was a bitch. In most senses of that term. He was a wealthy 45year old owner and manager of a hotel and a social media contrarian celebrity, with all the vacuous, pathetic glory that term implies. A stout, balding man with little natural charm and even sex appeal. But wealth and petty celebrity had afforded him plenty of opportunity to indulge his lusts. He was moreover, an asshole of a manger.
Do you ever feel like you’re just wandering aimlessly through life? Like your pursuit of selfish desires never brings a feeling of fulfilment? Perhaps you just haven’t found a calling to take pride in. Maybe you just need to find your purpose in life.
The twink mocked my dick. Now, I’m certainly not diminutive with regards to my manhood, but next to the python dong on this boy, I’m definitely put to shame
I really wish I could jerk off. Despite My tears as a result of humiliating punishment, which the slave in me admits was deserved, My inner slave was overwhelmed with the feeling that I am truly being trained and put under strict control.
An arrogant nephew comes to stay with his uncle while his parents get a divorced. He arrives unannounced and finds his uncle in an interesting position.