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Any member of the track team who failed to improve his time from the previous meet was put on the shackle protocol until he improved. The steel added weight resistance for muscle growth; the ball gag improved nose breathing. Teammates who failed to improve found themselves subject to harsher training protocols.
The iron shackle protocol took the swim world by surprise—but soon enough weighed-down swimmers become a common sight at every college in the country. They’d swimmers were always humiliated when the restraints first went on, but soon came to view them as a source of pride.
Every member of the swim team opposed the restraints being riveted on. “At least let us take them off after practice,” they complained. But the added weight made training, literally, a sink-or-swim endeavor. They’d be allowed to remove them for competitions only—with heavier steel locked on if they didn’t win.
If you’re gonna act like a dog, you can live in the doghouse.
Ryan was excited to match with Diego because his profile said he was looking for commitment AND he liked to get a little kinky. He wasn’t sure if their first date was going horribly wrong or perfectly right, but he was pretty sure he’d be spending the night.
What’s in the beer bottle?
Jamal made such beautiful artwork, Luis decided he needed to add a lot more to his walls.
Jamal was quick to take Luis’ offer of the permanent steel collar and cuffs. He wasn’t afraid of anyone seeing him wear them—he was proud of it. He had the most talented throat, the most fuckable ass, the biggest cock that’s ever been locked in chastity. Finally, everyone would know it.
Wear this if you want to serve me. Yes, even when we’re not together. I only take serious slaves, not cosplayers.
“I know we had a training session planned,” Kamal said, “but I have a couple friends visiting from out of town.”
Paul listened silently, not having been given permission to speak.
“I can’t have you interrupting us, but you don’t have to go home. Let me get you dressed appropriately and you can hang out with us.”
Paul shivered with every pull of the hemp rope against his skin. The more he was restrained, the more he felt free. Hands behind his back left his face, chest, and cock vulnerable. He loved being vulnerable.
Kamal ordered him to stay close, but perfectly quiet. Paul began to feel irritated—Kamal’s friends were hot, and they were all acting like he wasn’t even in the room!
Paul was thrilled when Kamal finally ordered him onto his knees. He’d never served three men at once.
But after a few minutes, just when he was getting into his cocksucker groove, the men stood up and pulled a duffel bag over from the door.
“You won’t be needed tonight, Paul,” said Kamal’s friend.
The other one pulled a wide strip of duct tape off a roll. “But you’re a good sport for keeping Kamal warmed up for us.”
Kamal and the other men made swift work of mummifying Paul, who silently accepted his fate.
“Instead of sending you home to feel left out,” Kamal said, “I want you to hear us in the other room all night without you.”
Paul whimpered, unable to get a sound out through his gag.
“It makes me so hard thinking of you out here, unable to get away from the sound of me fucking two other guys when you’ve been so horny for my cock inside you all week.”
He put his arms around his friends to lead them to his bedroom. “Be a good little cuck mummy, okay? I’ll come let you out sometime tomorrow.”
Careful about disobeying a master with acreage. He’s got all the time in the world to break you down.
Some justice for our buried man, as the gods of the wood take pity on him.
Be careful when burying strangers to punish them. You never know when they’ll turn into supernatural beings hungry for revenge.
Careful about disobeying a master with acreage. He’s got all the time in the world to break you down.
For some, the hazing at Sigma Mu was the stuff of nightmares. For Luis, it was an honor and a privilege—and he’d do anything to get to wear their letters.
Become the self you want to see in the mirror. Leave the old version behind.