Ash's understanding of the prison deepens a little as cracks open revealing the system to perhaps not be quite as it seems. He also finds himself being just as compelled to obey by his own body as he was by his superiors. Small mention of narcotics.
A smooth, 27 year old neighbor finds himself completely captivated by a younger, hairy man at the gym. After a brief, charged interaction, he's summoned to the younger man's brother apartment, where he willingly submits to chores and worship. The power dynamic is starkly reinforced when the younger alpha asserts his ownership by denying his own older brother any participation, leaving the submissive bo completely owned and devoted to his ...
Further character intro and world building for The System Inside since it was received well. Unfortunately this is not nearly as graphic or steamy, but more coming soon. I hope you like it. I am obligated to say there are, briefly, implied watersports.
Martin’s job, his passion, and skill was to provide Master with perfect slaves; where the slaves proved in any way to be less than perfect, Martin’s work was to make them perfect. And applying the force needed for that and the friction it produced was very much the fun part of any day for Martin.
Jaxon gets his mouth and throat used again while Big Daddy J keeps breaking the boy down mentally, still refusing to let up on his assault of the boy's mind and body.
He named the cargo for a living. Now he's Tag. Stripped, handled, milked with his own technique, mounted before three hundred. The expert reads every move and yields anyway. A warm hand cradles your cock, the price falls from your own mouth, the cage clicks shut. You built it. Kneel.
The slave wakes on the floor, licks Tim's balls while Ethan rides him. After face slapping, breakfast service, and the slave's desperate begging to eat Tim's cum from Ethan's ass (denied), Tim and Ethan use the slave's mouth as a spit sink, then piss all over it in the shower.
Then a major change occurs.
Tim further reduces his slave into an object, then has friends over to show off his obedient property. They take turns fucking the slave's throat and pounding the slave's ass while others double team its mouth. Four men cycle through repeatedly, each rougher and more intense. The slave is left broken, cum-covered, and grateful.
Tim ignores his submissive slave while gaming, casually degrading him between commands for beer and blowjobs. The slave submits to humiliation and physical devotion, torn between shame and arousal as Tim reduces him to a tool, a desperate cocksucker, and servant. Tim maintains absolute control and exploits the slave's need to be degraded.
Tim ignores his submissive slave while gaming, casually degrading him between commands for beer and blowjobs. The slave submits to humiliation and physical devotion, torn between shame and arousal as Tim reduces him to a tool, a desperate cocksucker, and servant. Tim maintains absolute control and exploits the slave's need to be degraded.
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.
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.
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 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.
Tim ignores his submissive slave while gaming, casually degrading him between commands for beer and blowjobs. The slave submits to humiliation and physical devotion, torn between shame and arousal as Tim reduces him to a tool, a desperate cocksucker, and servant. Tim maintains absolute control and exploits the slave's need to be degraded.
Tim ignores his submissive slave while gaming, casually degrading him between commands for beer and blowjobs. The slave submits to humiliation and physical devotion, torn between shame and arousal as Tim reduces him to a tool, a desperate cocksucker, and servant. Tim maintains absolute control and exploits the slave's need to be degraded .
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.
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.
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.
Jaxon is used to entertain the customers of the Hole House, with a humiliating mouth gag strapped to his face, then he starts earning his new Master income as he's trained to be used orally as face fucking hole.
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.
Riccardo, Marco and Francesca lay out Tommy’s new routine as a fag slave… Will their friendship with Tommy survive? Will they honour their mission? Will Tommy’s identity be preserved in the process? You’ll find the answers in this chapter
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.
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
And so here I was, walking on my knees, getting dragged by my leashed nipples, getting the tour of the menclave. It is quite a large establishment with a wide variety of amusement activities for doms.
Control shifts from paperwork to muscle memory. Stripped, catalogued, corrected, Jake discovers that obedience can settle into the body before it reaches the mind. A single phrase—good boy—lands deeper than pain. What frightens him isn’t the punishment. It’s the warmth that follows compliance. And how natural it begins to feel.
Three years have passed since Max arrived on the island. Now known only as "52," he has been completely broken into a subservient slave for Masters Theo and Nikos. His grueling routine is interrupted when Master Adrian arrives with fresh stock.