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 A broken wrench teaches more than the manual ever could: warmth withdrawn is sharper than any fist.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.
Young, strong, and duty-bound, Jake enters the Compliance Integration Program believing he controls his fate. But as naked exposure, staff corrections, and involuntary reactions strip away his illusions, the System turns voluntary choice into inescapable submission. A gripping, body-focused descent into normalized slavery.
In a scent-saturated dystopia, teen Kael's body craves enslavement. Pheromones throb flesh into slick betrayal—dread twists to dripping ache, guilt floods as euphoria surges, every leak a filthy surrender to owned bliss.
In a dystopian world, slavery is part of everyday life. This is an illegally obtained study report on a scientific project researching sex slaves and their training. It shows the terrible depths of the slave system.
Sweat-slick cocks grind unyielding metal. Collars bite raw necks. Holes throb empty, begging unseen fingers. Power crushes your sack—raw, flattening obedience. Vulnerability leaks precum rivers, no mercy, no release. Tension coils your nuts tight, taboo heat swelling, no escape from the Boss's grip.
Surrender deeper. The web tightens.
Betting on sports can be fun, but when university rowing star Diego is goaded into betting his freedom on the championship-deciding race, will it end up being a big, big mistake…
Sweat-slick soldier skin yields to iron command. Holes wink, cocks betray, envy twists rivals into raw need. Power pins you—vulnerable, throbbing, no mercy in the Master's gaze. Shame floods hot, body leaks truth. Trapped meat, grinding dark, Master's pull seals your fall. Yield deeper.
Master's gray eyes strip you bare, balls crushed in his thick grip, rage twisting to slick surrender. No mercy in his honed muscle pinning your shame—your cock betrays, hole yields, grown-man fury melts to whimpering need. Trapped in his ritual of power, vulnerability chains you deeper. Feel that pull: his hand owns your ache forever.
After years of financial risk-taking, a knock on the door is about to turn life upside down for personal trainer Owen Barnes. There must be a way he can repay his mountain of debts, but straight-boy Owen may not like it.