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Sunday Morning Questions: Mix Tape Edition
23.09.2013 , A Breeder's JournalAnyone remember mix tapes?

When I first started buying popular music, back in my late teens and early twenties, it became important for me not only to listen to the music I collected, but to share it with the people I cared about. My first real stereo was a system I bought straight out of college, from Sears—I know, real top of the line audiophile stuff. It was affordable, though, and I bought it because it was perfect for my needs. Not only did it have a turntable for my burgeoning collection of LPs, but it had a dual cassette tape deck. With high-speed dubbing, no less. Double tape decks were rare in those days. The high-speed dubbing was almost unheard of.

I loved that system. During grad school I would spend entire nights in my apartment in my parents’ basement, sitting on the cold tile floor cross-legged while I made mix tapes for my friends. I’d choose songs that not only they’d like, but that I was pretty sure they’d never heard before—songs for which I had a lot of enthusiasm. On my electric typewriter I’d type up the names of the songs and the artists, and then I’d make some custom art. Usually it was a chunk of a New Yorker cover, which when snipped down to fit in the cassette case would be colorful but abstract. Then I’d lovingly send them off to my best friends and hope they loved the mixes as much as I.

Over the years the typed inserts became computer-printed; a couple of years later, I burned my first mix CD. Even the concept of ‘burning’ a CD was exotic at first. The phrase brought to mind images of a blacksmith’s forge, and using a pair of white-hot tongs to pull a shiny CD from the flames so I could hear the sizzle when I plunged it into a horse bucket of cool water. The last mix tape I made was for Spencer, shortly before we parted ways. It was a thumb drive with a dozen mp3s on it.

But the thing is, people remember those mix tapes. I have friends who mention long-forgotten songs I sent them decades ago, and who’ve talked about all the love I put into those gifts of music, from the thoughtfulness of the song choice to the New Yorker artwork in which they were wrapped. One of my oldest friends recently went through all the tapes I’d given him over the years, and bought digital copies of all the songs from either Amazon or iTunes, so he could keep them as playlists on his computer. Those little gifts mean something, years and years later. That makes me smile.

Spencer used to go to sleep to a set playlist of songs on his iPod. He’d chosen them to lull him gently into his dreams. During the year when I was living on my own, trying to sell my house in the midwest, he was spending most of his nights in my bed. After he’d taken his bedtime shower and slipped into bed, steaming and warm and wet, we’d make love and drift into slumber in each other’s arms. The last memory of would have, most of those nights before I nodded off, would be of his strong, muscular arm reaching over me to my clock radio, so he could turn on his iPod and start that playlist.

It lasted for nearly an hour and a half. I know the first four songs well. I wouldn’t recognize the latter hour if you played it for me. I’ve always been deeply asleep by the time it played. The last night before I left Michigan for good, at a going-away party thrown in my honor, Spencer sat next to me as my guest of honor. We held hands beneath the table. Before the night’s end, he slipped back to me the thumb drive I’d given him a few weeks before. It held his Sleepytime mix.

You know, I still listen to it. There are nights when I can’t sleep. I keep a pair of earbuds by the bed. I keep the Sleepytime mix on my phone. I’ll plug in, turn on, and listen to the songs Spencer cultivated, the songs to which we fell asleep month after month, night after night, holding each other.

And little by little, I drift off, comforted. I still haven’t heard the back end of that mix during my waking hours. I’m not sure I care to. But I do know it’s the mix tape that means the most to me. It always will.

Let’s get to some questions from readers before I start bawling. If you’d like to ask something, come on over to formspring.me and ask what you’d like. If you’d prefer to email me, just put ‘Sunday Morning Questions’ in the subject line of your email. My address is in the sidebar. I’ll answer anything, trivial or not, so long as it’s not too invasive of my privacy.

Do you ever fantasize about being forced to "service" a dominant stranger?

I do. My twist on it, though, which I’ve shared several times, is the fantasy of being forced to service a dominant bottom, as a top.

I'm not convinced the bottom for that task exists in real life, though.

thanks for your blog, i'd never have the courage to be out there,too much catholic guilt, your blog is my guilty pleasure, thank you sir

If you are so burdened that even reading about someone else having sex makes you feel guilty, my friend, I think it's time to do something about it.

I never look at my sex writings as prescriptive. I don't set words to paper as a recommendation of how anyone else should live his life. My acts are my own, and that's how they should remain. No one should push themselves past their own natural levels of comfort with any sexual exploration.

However, sex is a blessing. If you're religious, I don't know how you can justify to yourself that God made such an abundantly beautiful world with so many wonderful things . . . and yet believe that sex is supposed to be an awful act, a torture, a torment, or something that only a man and a woman approved by a representative of the church may do solely for procreational purposes. That's just not the way this world works. Religion might try to regulate sex in order to keep its adherents in line, but sex was given to us for pleasure, and for us to make connections with each other. It's a true gift. Not a source of guilt.

So if reading a sex blog brings you pleasure . . . enjoy it without guilt. Start with that leniency, and move on to others. You'll be a happier person in the end.

What's the last fun thing you bought for yourself?

A rice cooker. Does that count? If not, I buy myself video games on a fairly regular basis. The last one I purchased was Game & Wario, I think. Oh, and I bought some nice dress boots for myself last week. They’re classy.

Some of your fans (me included) lust after you, do you lust after anyone in the world?

Hmm. I think all my readers know I’ve had some pretty serious (and by serious, I mean goofy) crushes on various pretty bartenders. Long-term readers might remember I had a serious case of hotpants for my backyard neighbor, back in Michigan. (No, that’s not a euphemism. I wish it were.) I manage to work out my lusts on available asses on a pretty regular basis, so instead of burning with lust for various people, I just get schoolgirl crushes on random guys who delight my eyes.

What's the dumbest thing you’ve ever done to impress somebody and what's the dumbest thing anyone's ever done to impress you?

I once bought a rose a day for someone I wanted to woo, when I was in college. I thought it was beautiful and romantic as a gesture, but after about three days I realized it was coming across as creepy and stalkerish.

Most of the stupid things people have done to impress me have also leaked over into stalker territory—guys who follow me around the city, or who bombard me with hand-written notes—or who send me frantic instant messages the minute I get online, or who keep calling many times repeatedly over the course of a day—say they're doing it to show their devotion, but it's the kind of behavior these days that makes me wish I had a restraining order.
Spence Gets Gay BJ and Cums
22.09.2013 , Cum Shot Amateurs

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Jeremy has done solo scenes at Straight Fraternity before and needed some extra money. He was willing to do sex with another guy so they teamed him up with Spence. Spence sucks Jeremy off first then Jeremy goes down to give Spence his first gay blowjob. Based on the huge cumshot that sprays jizz up his tattooed chest; I’d say Spence liked the head. What guy doesn’t love a good BJ and everyone knows that guys give the best head.

Todd Cums In Trey’s Mouth
22.09.2013 , Cum Shot Amateurs

Straight guy cums in gay man's mouth during blowjob

Trey got off to a slow start giving Todd his first gay blowjob. Trey relaxed a bit after sitting on a table and pushed his cock deep into Trey’s mouth. Guys love to cum in their partners mouth and Todd is no exception. He busts his nut directly in Trey’s mouth. The cum flows from the gay man’s mouth as he finishes the job.

Big Cock and Cumshot
22.09.2013 , Cum Shot Amateurs

blond guy strokes his uncut cock and sprays a huge load of cum

Rex is a tall dude with a big uncut cock. He is one of the tallest guys to ever appear at Broke Straight Boys at 6 feet 5 inches tall. He also sports a very nice uncut cock that matches the size of his body (it is long). Rex says that he is usually a big cummer. Looking at the size of that load, I’d agree.

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Hot straight guy wanking – Max Dodds at Blake Mason
22.09.2013 , Big Balls

Who in their right mind doesn’t get off on seeing a hot young straight guy wanking himself to a cum load on video? Max Dodds is one of the latest straight boys to arrive on the Blake Mason site, and after watching him tugging on that uncut meat in the shower and shooting a hot load of cum for the guys I cannot wait to see him come back to get some more action on video.

Most of their straight guys end up coming back to share their dick with other guys I think, and I’m really hoping that this is just the start of Max’s education in cock fun on the site. The guy is so handsome, and he has a great body too. I wonder how long it’s going to be before he’s getting that thing sucked by another guy and unloading some juice with a dude?

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The Camping Trip
22.09.2013 , Gay Bondage Fiction

A straight college student is forced to take a camping trip from hell where is endures bondage, painful bastinado and electro cock torture. WARNING: Also includes a brief SCAT scene.
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The Camping Trip
by UKBastinado

The Camping TripIt was the last Friday of the last week of college term. Yes, at last I was going to get some time to myself. No more essays, no more assignments and no more study. I opened my locker to make certain that I had left nothing of any importance inside – and there it was, a large brown envelope. Inside the envelope was a photograph, a photograph that would destroy my relationship with my girlfriend if it were made public. The note attached to the photograph read as follows:

“We hope you like the photograph. Lets get right down to the reason behind the photograph. All term you have been a real wanker and the time has come for you to learn about your true status in life. Now this is what we have in mind for you. Tomorrow you will join us for a camping trip to the lakes. During the week you will service all of our needs, you will undertake all the manual labour and provide us with sexual satisfaction in whatever way we ask. You will willingly submit yourself to punishment whenever we feel you should be punished. Simple really. If you agree to this offer wait at the corner of the college courtyard at 8.30am tomorrow. If you are not there the picture will be sent to your partner, posted on the college bulletin board and printed in the next college magazine. If you decide to go camping with us and if you are well behaved then you will be given all copies of the picture together with the negs. See you in the morning. Oh – you will need nothing. Wait at the corner wearing a simple t-shirt, your jeans and your bare feet”.

What could I do? That picture had to be destroyed, it was that simple. I had to go along with them and join them on their little camping trip. My family knew that I would be going away for the week but camping and slavery was not what I had in mind. I had no choice.

The morning came very quickly. I dressed just as I had been told, a t-shirt and jeans was all I was told to wear. I was told to be in bare feet. How was I supposed to achieve this? I expected that they would react badly is I turned up with a pair of shoes, even carrying a pair would not be good. I finally decided to wear an old pair of trainers, walk to the corner and then discard them in a nearby bin. I set out full of fear for what lay ahead of me.

I arrived at the corner, there was no-one there. It was 8.15am and I was 15 minutes early. I sat down on the wall checked that there was no-one watching me and removed my shoes and my socks. I walked in bare feet to the bin in the college courtyard and threw away my old trainers and sports socks. I walked back to the wall and sat down and waited for my blackmailers to arrive. It felt as if someone had erected a signpost pointing to my bare feet pointing them out for every passing car driver. I felt vulnerable, alone and frightened.

It was exactly 8.38am when a black transit van stopped at the corner. The back doors opened and out stepped one of my best friends. “Steve, why are you doing this, please tell me it’s a joke”, I said hoping for the smile and laughs to relieve my worry. “Sorry John but it’s real enough, now get in”. I climbed into the back of the van, the doors closed and a light was turned on. In the van were Steve and Andy, two of my closest friends. There was a third person driving the van but I did not know him. Steve said “Lets see if he has been able to follow simple orders. Take off your T-shirt and your jeans” I obeyed stripping myself naked all but my boxer shorts. “Now what do you call those?” said Steve pointing to my boxers. “Who told you to wear anything else but your shirt and your jeans?” I did not think that they would expect me to only wear the clothing they mentioned, I had clearly misunderstood their instructions (a nice trap for me to fall into). Take them off! I obeyed and was fastened into handcuffs and shackles, I was naked.

I sat down in the corner of the van guarded closely by Steve as we travelled towards the lakes and the week long camping trip of a lifetime.

The van finally stopped. The back doors opened and I could see that we were parked at a motorway service station. “We need refreshment, put on your trousers and your shirt”. I obeyed without question and was looking forward to a cool drink. I was given money and a request list and told to go and buy the drinks. I left the van and walked across the vast car park towards the service centre and shops. Cries of “Where are your shoes” and “Get a job and buy some shoes” came across the car park from people who had noticed my bare feet. I entered the shopping area and headed for the drink stall. I gave my order and paid without anyone making any further comments about my feet. I was not allowed to buy for myself. Back at the van I was stripped again and put back into chains. The journey continued.

The van finally stopped and I was pushed naked out into the cold air. We were somewhere totally remote surrounded by high trees. My handcuffs were removed and I was given the job of erecting the tent. It took ages to finish the tent and I was really tired. I stood to attention while the tent was inspected, it passed.

“Now you need to be punished for wearing those boxers. Lie down” I lay down on the floor. A long broomstick was taken from the van. My ankles were tied together and tied securely to the rod. “You will learn to obey our every word”. Steve and Andy took one end of the broomstick each and lifted it off the ground. The soles of my feet were held at waist height. The third guy cut a long piece of smooth tree branch from one of the tree’s and began to whip the soles of my bare feet. I screamed in pain and my body jerked frantically trying to pull my feet away from the branch. Steve and Andy held my soles in position while their friend took great delight in lashing the branch across my helpless naked soles. We had to be a long way from civilisation because my screams filled the air. I could not believe that my two closest friends would do this to me. My soles felt as if someone had set them alight as the branch lashed across them again and again. After what had to be maybe 20 strokes, the beating stopped. I was openly crying. I could not handle the pain that was throbbing through the soles of my feet. “Any comments – slave?” I took control of my tears and begged for him not to do it again. “You learn nothing” he said and once again began to explode pain across the soles of my feet. It became very hard for my two friends to hold my feet still I was frantically trying to pull them away from the tree branch. The branch was carefully aimed to land squarely across the balls of my feet, my insteps and my heels. The whole of my sole was proficiently whipped without mercy. Once again the whipping stopped. The guy with the branch (who I later found out was called Leon) slowly ran his finger up the soles of my left foot. I reacted by moving my beaten foot away from his finger. “So, you still have feeling in your feet my friend” The beating continued, the branch lashing across my soles and Leon laughing and jerking off in time to the rhythm of every lash.

Steve said “Stop that’s enough for tonight, please Leon stop now”. Leon stopped and my feet were untied. My soles were on fire. I had never experienced pain like it before. Leon stood in front of me as I lay on the floor in tears. “Get to your knees” I obeyed and knelt in front of him trying hard to control my emotions. I could feel the blood throbbing through my soles. I cannot use any words to explain the pain I was experiencing. Oh fuck it hurt and it hurt bad. Leon said “Take down my jeans and suck my cock you worthless little cunt” .I knew that if I did not obey my feet would more than likely be tied back on the broomstick and beaten all over again. I had to obey. I took down Leon’s trousers and boxers and spent the next 30 minutes maybe giving service to Leon’s cock. This was new to me, I am a straight guy with no experience of this but I had no option but to do exactly what I was told. After giving the same service to Steve and Andy’s cocks I was tied very securely in a spread-eagle position on the ground. My captures made sure that I could not escape And turned in for the night.


On the second day it was decided that Andy and Leon would go hiking. I was left tied on the ground being watched over by Steve. They said that they would be back in a few hours and then they would have some more fun with the little cock sucker. After they had cleared the horizon, Steve sat down by my side and started talking. “Josh, I am sorry we have to do this. I mean I don’t really want to do this to you. Are you Ok, do you think you can walk?” He began to examine my whipped soles. As soon as he touched them the pain seared through and I cried out in pain. “Oh God I’m sorry, does it hurt?” What a fucking stupid thing to say to a guy you have kidnapped under blackmail, stripped, whipped and abused. “YES IT FUCKING HURTS, Why Steve, why have you done this? What have I done to you, Are you going to kill me?” Steve was clearly very upset. “Josh, I promise that you will get home in one piece, I am so sorry. He untied me and found my trousers. My shirt had already been lost. I put on my trousers while lying on the ground and tried to stand. Oh the pain was almost unbearable. I put my arm around Steve’s shoulders and we began to walk down the hillside towards the road. Steve said that we about 5 miles from the nearest road and then about 11 miles to the nearest village. How the shit was I going to make it that far walking with beaten bare feet and having to walk barefoot? We were aware that our two friends would start looking for us. The further I walked the easier it became to walk. My soles hurt like hell but the swelling had gone down and I was walking reasonably well. We had travelled a good 2 or maybe 3 miles when the bullet zipped past us and blew a hole in a nearby tree trunk. “STOP”. It was our two friends they had caught up with us and they were armed with real firearms. “So you can walk on those bare feet of yours can you cock sucker?” he told me to drop down to my knees and to place my hands on my head. I obeyed. He turned his attention to Steve. “So think you can walk out on us eh!. Strip yourself down to the waist and take off your shoes and socks”. Steve stripped off his clothing down to his waist and then said “Leon, please not in bare feet, please don’t make me go barefoot PLEASE don’t. Leon smiled and looked at Andy. I knew that Steve hated to be barefoot ever since someone had made fun of his wide feet in primary school (kids just being kids). Leon gestured towards me and Andy sat me down by a large tree and tied my hands behind the trunk. My ankles were tied together and my feet tied to a large root, my soles in full view out in front of me. Andy lit a candle. “Steve, Andy will start to burn the soles of Josh’s feet until you are standing in front of me in your bare feet. Do you understand me? We will burn the skin off Josh’s feet unless you TAKE OFF THOSE FUCKING SHOES AND SOCKS”. Andy moved the candle very close to my toes, my heart starting beating very fast “PLEASE Steve I know it’s hard for you but PLEASE take your shoes and socks off, PLEASE don’t let them burn my feet” I said. Steve plucked up courage and hesitantly removed his shoes and socks. I was untied and we were both marched back to the campsite.

Upon arrival at the site we were stripped naked and sat down with our backs against large tree’s Our hands were handcuffed behind the trunks and we could not move.

“So, we now have an escapee and a traitor to deal with. Why did you help him Steve?”

Steve explained that he did not expect me to be treated so harshly and he was afraid of what was to come. Leon told Steve that he should be afraid and he began to make ready for our punishment. A strong rope was thrown over a large overhanging branch directly above Steve. His ankles were bound together and his bare feet hauled up into the air. Leon took the smooth tree branch that he used to whip my feet and he began to repeat the foot beating across Steve’s soles. Steve howled with pain but was helpless to resist. His beating was far more severe than my own and I was very afraid that my own soles were to be given a second dose. After he had suffered and screamed his way through 50 strokes, the whipping stopped. We were gagged and left tied to the tree’s for the duration of the day and night. Nothing more was said to us and all we could do was sit tied to our tree’s to await the next round of pain and misery that was to befall us.


The day began with Andy kneeling down in front of me and Leon in front of Steve. Our gags were removed and our bonds checked and tightened. They presented their cocks and we took them into our mouths and gave service to the best of our ability. When they had been satisfied they sat down around the camping stove and made a large breakfast. They ate all the breakfast without allowing us to eat any of it. I spoke out and said “Please, we are hungry and thirsty. Could we please eat and drink something sir, please”. Leon stood over us “You need food and drink?” He went away with the promise of feeding us very soon. Andy examined the soles of our whipped feet. The pain in our soles was still very real. My own soles bore some heavy bruises from the whipping and Steve’s were even worse. “You will be taking some more whipping on your soles before the week is out, sorry but that’s the way it is” Leon returned with a tray. On the tray was a large plate and two glasses of liquid. “Time for the prisoners to eat”, he said and sat down in front of me.

To my horror the plate was full of Leon’s SHIT and the glasses were both full of urine. “This week you are only worthy of eating our shit, so lets get started” He took a spoon and filled it with his warm shit. He placed the spoon by my lips “EAT”, he said. I knew that if I did not obey and eat the shit I would really suffer. The fear of eating shit against the fear of another foot whipping. I did not think my soles could take any more punishment today so I wanted desperately to avoid inciting Leon or Andy to use that branch on my soles. “Please, don’t make us do this”, I said. Leon smiled. “EAT, you little dick, EAT NOW!” I had no choice. I opened my mouth and took the first spoonful of shit. The gritty texture, the smell and the taste were fucking awful. I allowed the shit to slide down my throat. I nearly puked but before I could do anything a second spoonful was put to my lips. “Eat, you little bastard, eat my shit”. I have no idea how I managed to do this; even the thought of what I did makes me want to throw up. I knew that Leon was a psycho and who knows what he would have done if I had not eaten; it was too big a risk to take. Between every few mouthfuls Leon would offer me his piss to drink and again I had to drink. When I had finished my ‘breakfast’ Leon moved over to Steve who was also forced to enjoy Leon’s waste products. After checking our bonds once more Andy and Leon retreated back into their large tent and left their two prisoners to wait and anticipate the days pain and punishments. I had to know why I was being put through all this, so I asked Steve. “Josh, I’m so sorry man. All this is because you beat us at just about every subject we were studying. Jealousy nothing else just stupid jealousy .We found Leon from an ad on the Internet. He specialises in punishment and torture. Man you gotta be ready because there could be lots more to come. We paid this guy a small fortune. He got a hold of the photographs and documents about you and he planned the whole thing. When I was holding your feet in the air and seeing you in such pain when they were beaten – man I just knew that I had to stop. I really thought we could get away. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness.” I told Steve that I thought Leon would kill us all, including Andy. After all this was over, how was he going to get away with it? Steve explained. “Leon has flown into the country to do this for us. We don’t know who he is or where he lives. At the end of the week. He will dump us all here and drive to the airport for his flight. By the time we get anywhere, he will be gone out of the country and back home We should have thought this through better man. I am so sorry.”

It was a few hours later when our two captures emerged from their tent. Leon stood over Steve and said, “So you felt sorry for the victim and wanted to help him. A change of mind perhaps or was watching his feet being beaten too much for you to handle? I am going to give you a chance to prevent him from suffering this morning, in way of maybe paying him back for the foot whipping he suffered.” Leon took some gear of the van including a large heavy wooden trestle and an electric generator. He set up the trestle in front of Steve and told him to raise his feet and rest them on top. Steve obeyed. Leon then attached a strange looking device to Steve’s mouth. It was a long thin microphone held secure in his mouth with strong tape. Steve could not open his mouth at all and every sound he made registered on the scale of a monitor that Leon had connected to the microphone. Steve was told that his breathing would only register quite low on the monitor scale but if he made a sound above a certain level the monitor would register the sound made and the result would be fun to watch. Leon moved over to me holding a thin metal probe, lots of cable and some of that strong tape. My heart started beating faster – what the hell was he going to do. “This may be a little unpleasant” he said. He bent down and took me cock in his hand. The metal probe was pushed a long way into my piss slit and the cables attached to it. Everything was held in place with the tape. Leon moved back to his equipment and connected the cables to an electric generator. He then explained.

“This machine is capable of applying electric shock to Josh’s dick. Let me show you” The electricity surged and shot through my cock, I jumped and yelled out from the experience. “That was only a very small shock but don’t worry this machine is capable of applying power that would burn his dick to a crisp. Not that you want me to do that am I right? Steve nodded. “So you will be pleased to hear that YOU are going to control this machine and the number of shocks it gives Josh and how powerful they are going to be. Every time you make a sound the microphone will send a signal down to the machine. The machine will apply an electric shock to his dick according to the volume and length of the sound you make. Simple really. I am going to torture your feet and the screams you make will torture Josh. Great fun don’t you think? If you scream too much Josh will suffer terrible burns to the inside of his dick. Let me tell you what you are going to suffer this morning. I will start by once again giving your soles a thrashing with my trusty old tree branch. Then I will apply a good number of cigarette burns to the soles of your feet and then maybe a few more lashes across your soles with the branch – just to see if the burns make the whipping more painful. Then to finish off I am going to push some needles down your toenails. Shall we test the equipment after all no point you suffering all this if he isn’t getting his dick burnt.”

Andy tied Steve’s feet in place ready for the whipping.

The equipment was given one last check and Leon stood by Steve’s feet with branch in hand. The first stroke of the branch landed squarely across Steve’s bare soles and he screamed in pain. The equipment worked to perfection and my body surged with the pain of the electric power shooting through my dick and balls. The second shot did the same landing across the insteps and causing a second scream of pain to electrify my genitals. I was shouting pleas for Steve to try and control his pain. The third shot landed across the balls of both of Steve’s already very bruised soles and a third cry of pain sent the power surging through my cock. “Having problems controlling your screaming Steve? That’s good it means that Josh will be having a real good time over there” To be honest the electricity was strong and painful but I doubted that it would any real damage and certainly not burn in any way it was too low power to do that. Steve took 15 strokes of the tree branch across his feet and did not manage once to control his screaming. I felt every one of those strokes. “Time to increase the electricity supply. So far we have only been warming that cock, time to give it more to worry about” Leon turned up the power and Andy emerged from the tent with a wooden tray full of lit cigarettes. They were going to burn Steve’s feet and he was going to scream his way through every burn. “Now Steve listen carefully, you don’t seem too good at controlling your screaming. Each time I burn your feet the cigarette will be slowly put out on your soles. The pain will last a while and the power will flow for the whole length of your scream. So please scream long and hard and lets roast that dick.” Leon took the first cigarette and pressed it deep into the flesh of Steve’s left instep. My cock shook with the pain and I knew that if this continued then maybe I would suffer minor burns – it hurt like hell. Six cigarette stubs later and the pain in my dick was unbearable, I screamed out for mercy and I screamed at Steve to “Try to control your fucking screaming man – my dicks on fire”. It was not a good thing to say, not good at all. “Oh so you think its easy to control the pain eh!, lets change the way we work”, said Leon. Steve was untied and staked out spread-eagle on the ground. The microphone was secured in my own mouth and my feet raised and tied to the trestle. I have put a delay on the microphone the electricity will flow 3 seconds after the screaming has stopped. So now I am going to torture your feet and lets see if you can scream your dick into charcoal” Fucking hell, if I could not control the pain my dick would fry. I was in control of my own dick torture. I had to control my screaming, just had to. The first lash of the branch crashed across my soles and yes I screamed out followed three seconds later by the shock up my dick. The branch lashed again and again across my soles and after the first four lashes I had found a way to prevent my screaming. Leon was furious. He removed all the electricity machinery and started working on my soles with real relish and a further 20 blows rained down across my poor feet. Twelve cigarettes were stubbed out into my feet and a needle pushed down each of my toenails. I was in so much pain that my begging and pleadings got really humiliating. Finally he stopped and I joined Steve staked out on the ground. Leon took some time to calm down and when he did he came and sat down between his two staked out victims. “Well, what can I say? You two guys have given me great pleasure. Your feet have been a joy to beat. I love beating the soles of a helpless guys feet and you two guys have been great. It is a shame that Josh was not a willing participator but that’s the way it is. Steve, you should have known better than to walk out on your friends like that. The question is where do we go from here? How do you guys get out of this? Do I just leave you here and drive away to the airport and fly away. Or are you going to want to get your own back on Andy? He paid for you to suffer like this. Are you going to let him get away with it? Now if you guys can give me £2000.00 in cash I will give Andy’s feet the same treatment I gave yours. What do you say. Steve and I talked it through for some time. There was not going to be a way that we could ever be friends with Andy again unless he had suffered the way he had made us suffer. After long talks we agreed to pay Leon to work over Andy’s soles.

We were untied and given our clothing back. Andy held out his hand in friendship hoping that we would repair our broken friendship. We took his hand and held him down on the ground while Leon stripped him, bound him and hauled his bare feet up into the air. Leon handed each one of us a nice smooth branch and we started to pay Andy back for all we had gone through. To this day I have a video recording of Andy having his soles thrashed unmercifully. We are now all friends again. Leon has gone for good and we regularly discuss the punishments that our soles endured all over a list of pass marks and football scores.


The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly Part 2
22.09.2013 , Gay Bondage Fiction

Homophobic jock Ryan Connolly’s humiliation continues as his abductors subject him to ass play and getting fucked by a huge cock while refusing to let his throbbing cock cum.
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The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly Part 2
by GuysGoNakieForMe
Series: The Forced Milking of Ryan Connolly

Forced Milking Ryan ConnolleyThe smell of ammonia in his nostrils roused Ryan Connolly from sleep. His head reared back with a start, the back of his head hitting the oaken post that held him firmly in place. Faceless voices laughed at his discomfort.

His eyes once again took a moment or two to adjust to the blinding stadium lights, but all he could see once his eyes began to focus was his own reflection in the two-way mirror shielding him from his captors. His auburn curls were matted with sweat; his blue-green eyes disoriented; an angry sneer on his lips to hide the true terror in his heart. In the reflection he could see that his wrists were double-secured to the stretcher bar. After what seemed like hours of trying to pull himself free his biceps were thick, bulging and the veins in his full forearms were standing out. His smooth chest glistened with perspiration; his pink nipples stood out stiff as if they had been tongued, sucked, gently nibbled for hours on end … although he had no memory of it. The thin line of coppery hair led from his navel. Framed between the deep indents of his obliques and just below the trimmed but curly patch of pubes, his cock bounced in the air, still hard. Extending eight inches or so into the cool air in front of him, Ryan’s uncut cock throbbed with a life of its own — the result of the Viagra paste that had been applied to its moist knob, as well as to his fat lemon-sized balls and inserted deeply into his virgin ass.

“We hope you had a nice rest period, Ryan” the disembodied voice said. “We can’t let you get too lazy, though. It’s time for the next step in your indoctrination.”

The words buzzed in his head, not quite connecting. “What indoctrination???”

“Easy, Ryan. Save your energy for fucking. That’s all a dumb homophobic stud like you is good for, after all.”

“Go fuck yourself, faggot!” Ryan spit out with contempt.

“On the contrary, Ryan, it’s we who will be fucking you.”

Ryan’s blood went cold with terror.

“Dude, you’ve had your fun,” Ryan tried to bargain with his unseen host, “You got what you wanted. Now let me go before this goes too far.”

“Has the ‘Iron Man of X-Treme Fighting’ reached the limit of his endurance? We’ve seen you punch, kick, wrestle and brawl your way in the ring. Surely a group of ‘faggots’ can’t defeat the Iron Man” There was a loud explosion of derisive laughter from the crowd.

“I’m a champion, motherfucker. No queer is gonna get the better of me!”

“That’s the spirit, Ryan. We like a little fight in the pussy’s we fuck. Gentlemen, roll out the carts.”

Once again Ryan heard the sound of rolling wheels — but this time there were two carts. One was being placed in front of him, and other behind.

“Prepare him.”

Ryan heard the sound of a body kneel in position at his feet. Two beefy hands wrapped around his cockshaft, and Ryan let out an involuntary sigh of relief. The idea of a guy touching his dick disgusted him, but the viagra induced erection was throbbing, demanding immediate attention from whoever would provide it. The hands began to jack him, slowly, bringing the thick cowl of foreskin up and over the blood-red knob, and then peeling it back slowly, deliberately, teasingly. Ryan bit his lip, determined not to give his captors the satisfaction of seeing how much he was enjoying his forced hand-job, but he couldn’t help but let out little whimpers of pleasure as the hands increased their speed. He felt his balls begin to rise up…tighten…and then just as his orgasm was about to hit, the hands released. Flushed with frustration, Ryan’s body went slack.

“Aw, you seem disappointed Ryan. Would you like our friend to continue?”

Ryan nodded wordlessly.

“We can’t hear you Ryan.”

“I…I need to cum.”

“We know that. And you will be allowed to cum, I promise you…if you just say the words we want to hear.”

“Jerk me off, man”, Ryan whispered hoarsely to the man at his feet.

“What was that, Ryan? A little louder please. The microphone on the video camera didn’t quite get that.”

With anger in his voice, Ryan loudly said, “Jerk my cock, dude. Make me cum.”

Once again, the mysterious hands returned to Ryan’s dick. “Yeah,” he heard himself saying, “just like that.” His cock was throbbing now, red-hot and dribbling precum. Once again he felt the familiar tingle in his balls as they began to rise up…tighten…and once again as his orgasm was about to hit, the hands released.

“Fuck man, noooooo. Please!!!!” Ryan pleaded.

“We can’t make it too easy on the Iron Man, can we? But if you ask nicely, your friend might be persuaded to give you more than just a hand. After all, he has a mouth too.”

Ryan’s mind was on overload. He’d never want a guy to suck his dick, but his cock was on fire, desperate for release and this seemed to be the only way.

“Suck my dick, bro. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it til I fill your mouth with my jizz”. Ryan couldn’t believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but he was being driven by a compulsion he did not understand.

An unseen tongue traced the length of Ryan’s cock-shaft from balls to tip. When it reached his knob, it circled the head. He felt the tongue slip between his foreskin and his knob and tease back and forth til Ryan let out an audible gasp. A pair of lips and a hot wet tongue peeled back the foreskin and went to work on his knob like a hungry baby suckling on its mama’s teet. Ryan began to fuck his hips forward towards the mouth, picking up the pace. He came closer…closer to orgasm…pre-cum annointing the tongue of his unseen cocksucker. And then the mouth was removed and Ryan groaned in frustration.

“Oh, you’ll cum Ryan. Harder than you ever imagined. In time.”

Unable to see in front of him, Ryan felt the smooth wet silicon tube being rolled over his fat curved cockshaft. The switch was thrown and the rubber pussy gripped his cock, riding up and down the shaft. The speed was kept deliberately slow, to keep him on the edge of orgasm, as the second cart was moved into place behind him. Ryan felt a pair of hands spread his pale ass cheeks and a set of fingers dripping with oily lubricant made contact with his pink ass pucker. Ryan would have protested but he was caught up in the orgasm that was once again slowly being allowed to build in his fat nutsac. A finger slipped inside him, and then another, but Ryan said nothing. It almost felt … good. As the fingers slipped in and out of him, he became aware of how the intensity of his forthcoming orgasm was building.

He heard the sound of a crank as something was raised from the cart behind him, and then, as the fingers slipped from his ass, he felt something thick and rubbery pressing at the entrance of his hole. The click of a switch and suddenly the 9 inch dildo was being forced into his ass, powered by a steel rod on a piston. “Oh fuck, noooooo”

“Don’t even try to fight it, Ryan, or you could seriously damage yourself. Right now the best thing you could do would be to relax…and enjoy it.”

The fat dildo split his ass cheeks, the steady pressure prying its way into virgin territory. He felt the solid width feed itself into his rectum one inch a time. Slow. Teasing. His captors wanted to make sure that he would feel every inch, and that its invasion would sear itself into his memory forever.

Ryan tried to get up on his toes…to squirm away from it…but he could only forestall the inevitable by a few seconds as the invading rubber cock burrowed its way deep inside him. The piston plunged the cock deep and then slowly pulled it free, leaving just the tip between Ryan’s ass-lips. Then it began its journey forward again, mechanically raping the strapping irish fighter again and again.

Tears streamed down the face of the broken fighter’s face, but his captor’s could not tell if this signalled his defeat or the intensity of his pleasure. They could see Ryan’s cock was now harder than it had ever been at any point in his forced captivity. His cock was oozing pre-cum and he was clearly on the verge of a massive orgasm.

“Who would like this stud’s load in their mouth?” The frantic bidding began and in moment’s someone had paid nearly $5,000 for the honor of kneeling at Ryan’s feet to take is load.

There was a click of a switch from the cart behind, and the dildo in his ass began to fuck Ryan faster…every few seconds getting faster…faster. The silicon cock-sheath was turned off and removed, and the winning bidder took Ryan’s dick balls-deep in one swallow.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck yes….” Ryan moaned. Every muscle in his perfect athlete’s body stood out taut as Ryan unloaded into the hungry mouth. His orgasm was mind-numbing as he squirted 8 thick cumblasts, choking his cocksucker with his creamy seed. Cum bubbled from the stretched lips of the lucky bidder, and a creamy river of overflowing cock-milk dripped enticingly down to Ryan’s nuts.

The fuck machine was snapped off and the dildo withdrawn as his STILL rock-hard cock was slipped from the moaning mouth of his mystery cocksucker. The dicksucker at his feet reverantly tongued the knob and shaft clean, and greedily lapped up the last remnants of jizz that had oozed down onto his balls. To the ryhtmic tongue-strokes of his captor, Ryan’s mind drifted into the darkness of sleep.


The creaking of chains roused Ryan Connolly from a fitful sleep. Disoriented and unsure of his surroundings, his body was drenched in sweat, legs still separated by a spreader-bar into a wide stance. His arms were no longer tethered to a cross bar. Now his wrists were being hoisted overhead, leaving the impossibly beautiful x-treme fighter dangling so that just the balls of his feet had contact with the ground. His arms, chest, shoulders and abs glistened under the harsh arena lighting, every muscle straining.

“What the fuck are you doing,” the nearly broken fighter croaked out into the darkened room just beyond the lights that shown in his face.

“A little test of endurance, Ryan” the disembodied voice said. “We marvel at the sheer strength and will-power you show. It’s going to be a pleasure to break your spirit.”

The athlete’s blue-green eyes tried to scan the darkness for a sign of his tormentors, but could make out nothing. Rivulets of sweat dripped from the copper-colored tufts of hair in his armpits, down his flanks. His cock still stood out, impressively hard, 8 inches from his torso. “Damn,” he thought to himself as shame flushed across his face, “why won’t my cock go down. These faggots are gonna think I like this.” His dick involuntarily throbbed, pulsing in the warm air of his captivity.

“I see your cock is no worse for the wear, Ryan. After three forced orgasms at the mouth of another man, your penis seems to be passing the endurance test rather nicely.”

Ryan, looked away. Confusion, anger and shame filled him. He had in fact cum … cum hard … from the touch of another man. Waves of revulsion washed over him as he remembered his cumload being auctioned to the highest bidder– but still his cock pulsed, eager for attention. In each case his cock had been worshipped, teased, adored as it had never been by a woman’s mouth.

“You’ve had your fun, man, now let me go!” Ryan called out, the desperation barely concealed.

“Oh but Ryan, there’s lots more ‘fun’ as you call it, to be had. You are our fuck-toy, Ryan. As long as our little club wants to take advantage of your perfect body, you will be ours. That, my friend, is a statement of fact. We enjoyed watching you ride the mechanical cock earlier, Ryan. It was delicious revenge for a man who has made a professional career out of taunting gay men and mocking his oponents by publicly questioning their sexuality. It was hot beyond words to watch you yield your virgin ass to a 9 inch rubber cock, to fight it, resist it, but ultimately surrender to it.”

Ryan’s ass still ached from the memory of his forced fuck. His pale ass cheeks clenched slightly.

The voice continued. “I wish you could have seen the moment of submission, Ryan, when your ass relaxed and allowed itself to be filled. How you ever so slightly, without even realizing it, began to back yourself onto the invading dildo, meeting its thrusts. You were probably so focused on the man kneeling at your feet making love to your cock with his mouth that you didn’t know you were fucking yourself onto the dildo, did you Ryan?”

Ryan’s perfect jaw clenched. His soft sneering lips said nothing.

“Oh, but I forgot, you CAN see the moment of submission. We videotaped it, you see. Insurance, in case you try to report our little fun. We will post it to the internet, so all your fans can see your newest hobby. Here’s a sample.”

The stadium lights focused on Ryan’s eyes dimmed and the two-way mirror in front of him became a projection screen. His tormentor’s had used three cameras to film his torment, and clearly had access to state-of-the-art editing facilities. He had been filmed in such a way that no one could see his restraints. It looked like he was willingly standing in the room, taking the rubber cock. Every few minutes the camera focused on Ryan’s face, in the throws of his perfect blowjob, saying “Yes, oh god yes, do it…” — only now it had been edited to look as if he were begging to be fucked. The camera zoomed in for a closeup of his alabaster butt cheeks, the cock-machine plunging into his well-used hole as if Ryan were an old pro at being ass-fucked and not the virgin-recipient of anal sex that he truly was.

“The camera clearly loves you, Ryan,” the Voice chuckled.

A tear streamed down Ryan’s face.

“Don’t cry, Ryan. We’re going to give you what you need, don’t worry. Now that Ryan’s ass has been broken in, who would like to start bidding to be the first human cock to fill it.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide with terror as the deep voices of some very horny men called out their bids. The winning bidder paid $10,000 for his cherry.

The lights quickly changed. Once again the stadium lights were focused on Ryan’s face to not only give his audience of tormentors a good view, but to prevent him from clearly focusing on their faces should he have the opportunity to see them.

“Ryan, you’re in for a treat! The winner of our auction has an even bigger cock than you do, just slightly larger than the dildo you took earlier.”

There was laughter and applause. Ryan, dangling, wrists in the air, tried to swing free, desperately pulling at the wrist cuffs without success. Then he heard footsteps behind him. The large, rough hands of the winner traced over his flanks, admiring the meat he had just purchased.

“Fuck man, don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

“No need to beg for it, Ryan,” the winner of the auction whispered in his ear, “I’ll give you my cock, baby.”

The man was several inches taller — maybe 6’4 — and as he whispered hotly in Ryan’s ear his sweaty chest pressed into Ryan’s back. Ryan cringed involuntarily and the man laughed. From behind, the man ran his hands over Ryan’s chest, teasing his nipples into diamond-hard tit-points. Ryan could not deny the pleasure he felt, but bit his lip to say nothing to encourage his tormentor. One hand snaked down Ryan’s abdomen, playing over each ridge of his eight-pack, until it made contact with Ryan’s throbbing dick. The hand wrapped around his cock and begin to gently jerk him off. His other hand moved from Ryan’s chest to his waist, pulling the chained man tighter to him. And that’s when Ryan felt it.

Nine and a half inches of throbbing cock nestled between Ryan’s ass cheeks. “Oh fuck no,” Ryan wailed. “Oh fuck yessssssssssssss” his captor answered with a laugh.

Still massaging Ryan’s dick with one hand, the captor began to rub his massive erection up and down the cleavage of Ryan’s rounded ass cheeks, lubed only with the perspiration that dripped down the x-treme fighter’s body. He wanted Ryan to feel its length, its thickness; to try to anticipate the ecstatic agony when the young athlete would be impaled on it.

Ryan could feel the big cock throb, lengthen, get thicker as his potential rapist liberally spread sweat and pre-cum across his asshole. The man kept stroking Ryan’s dick, and it felt good, but it would not distract him from fighting off his captor.

Ryan felt the man behind him bend his knees slightly to reposition the mushroom knob at the entrance to his pink ass-pucker. Ryan used all his strength to go up on his toes, to pull away. Ryan was successful in keeping his ass just out of reach so that it could not be penetrated. He was on pointe, like a ballet dancer, with his tormentor’s cock poised at his hole, ready for any sign of resistance.

“It’s all right, Ryan,” his captor whispered hotly into his ear, “I’m in no rush baby. You can’t maintain that position forever. Eventually, the lactic acid in your calves will make your legs cramp; the muscles will relax, and gravity will make you sink onto my cock.” The man held his waist, not allowing Ryan to struggle or move…just maintain his position.

Ryan struggled and cursed, muttering under his breath as he tried despeartely to maintain his distance. “That’s it baby…give in”, his tormentor purred. To his audience, Ryan had never looked more handsome…arms overhead, chest and abs taut and slick with sweat, his engorged cock being slow-stroked, as he fought the inevitable.

They watched as his body betrayed him. “Yeah baby, that’s right, stop fighting” the man whispered. Ryan’s calf’s seized and then relaxed. “Good boy” the man coaxed. Ryan’s flexed feet slowly flattening to the ground, gravity bring the full force of the 195 pound xtreme fighter’s body down onto his tormentor’s cock.

The sound of cameras zooming in on his breeched ass buzzed in his ears as Ryan’s ass swallowed the invading dick one inch at a time until it was buried balls-deep. “Mmmmmm, fuck,” the man whispered hotly into Ryan’s ear. Ryan cursed and screamed, but his rapist stroked his body, calming him, knowing that once the initial fire in his guts subsided, Ryan would love this.

He held still, allowing Ryan’s ass to accustom itself to being filled. After a moment or two, the man began a slow rocking motion. Eventually, he picked up speed, until the room echoed with the wet sound of Ryan’s ass being plowed, the slapping sound of pelvis hitting glutes, of balls slapping against balls.

The man gripped Ryan’s shoulder’s for leverage, pounding the straight athlete like he was a seasoned back-alley slut. The man was like a fuck-machine — pistoning into the tight hole with unrelenting force. Ryan had stopped begging…now he moaned from the sheer pleasure of his ass being filled again and again as his cock was stroked. He leaned his head back against the man’s shoulder, and moaned that he was about to cum.

“Quick, remove your hand” the unseen voice spoke. There were a flurry of bids for Ryan’s load, and the winner quickly took his place at Ryan’s feet. He wrapped his lips around the purple knob and held still, suckling on the knob. The cocksucker simply allowed the motion of the fucking to plow Ryan’s dick in and out of his mouth.

Two voices began to cry out now — Ryan and his fucker.

“Take my load up your ass, bitch” the fucker commanded Ryan. Ryan’s mind was on overload. He never realized he was going to be seeded — force not just to be fucked by a man but to takehis cum inside him. The man bucked mercilessly into him, gasped, and held still for a moment. Ryan felt a molten blast of cum shoot up inside his ravaged hole and as he did, he unloaded his own pent-up load into the supplicant mouth kneeling at his feet. The man filled Ryan’s ass seven times, til the cum dripped from his overflowing hole down the backs of his muscular thighs. The man at Ryan’s feet gagged on Ryan’s thick cumblasts. He had never cum so hard. The cocksucker struggled to swallow it all as Ryan twisted and spasmed. At last, when they were all through, the men stepped away from Ryan.

‘Nicely done, Ryan Connolly” the voice echoed from the darkness. “We are almost done. Just a few dozen more loads and you will be freed. But don’t worry, you’ll be back. And willingly. You have been trained to love the dick. To crave it inside you. You have cum in a man’s mouth with more intensity than any women has ever provided. And now we own you. You will bring us your ass and your cock, and in return we will give you pleasure you have only dreamed of. And what’s more, we will use you to lure other homophobic assholes to our little dungeon, so they too can get the punishment they so richly deserve. But get some rest now Ryan. Let your balls refill. There are a lot of hungry mouths waiting for a taste of your cock; and a lot of hungry cocks waiting for a taste of your sweet ass. Rest Ryan. Rest.”


Some non-porn gay-oriented short films/videos that I really...
21.09.2013 , Tumblin w/ Hotties

Some non-porn gay-oriented short films/videos that I really think you should seeClick the title below and the video page will open in another window:

*UPDATED*  - added 33 Teeth, Language of… and 13 Minutes - so if you’ve already liked this check out the three new films

Protect Me From What I Want (top picture) - One of my fav gay-themed short films. Saleem, an Indian student living in Leeds with his parents, meets Daz, a rent boy, and they have a night of mutually enjoyable sex. Saleem is nonetheless ashamed of what he has done…will he run from this new experience or has he entered a new world? Runs a little over 13 minutes.  Nudity warning…there is a sex scene and you see some naked butt. NSFW

Sir Rupert, The Knight - Cute rhyme about a little boy who dreams of being a knight and kissing the princess prince.  Runs a little over 3 minutes…well worth your time. No nudity, SFW.

Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho (I Don’t Want to Go Back Alone) (second picture) - This short film is FANTASTIC. The arrival of a new student in school changes everything in Leonardo’s life. This 15 year-old blind teenager has to deal with the jealousy of his long-lasting friend Giovana while trying to figure out the feelings he found out he has for his new friend, Gabriel. English subtitles, runs a little over 17 minutes. No nudity, SFW.

The Morning After - The Morning After a drunken night out Harry’s (Joshua Berg) world is turned upside down when as he awakens to discover a naked man, Thom (Luke Striffler), in his bed. stunned and confused he tries to make sense of his repressed desires. In an attempt to re-assert his heterosexuality he revisits an old lover, Lucy (Juliet Lundholm), but finds little comfort from the encounter. Harry is left to make a decision: to follow his set path and return to his doting girlfriend Jess (Jane Alice), or attempt to understand his own wants and desires. Little over 15 minutes, well worth the time.  Warning: Nudity, NSFW

Thirteen or So MinutesThis amusing boy-meets-boy story introduces us to two young, attractive straight guys who act on the fact that they are incredibly attracted to one another. In the aftermath, one of them seems to have second thoughts….

33 TeethEddie’s fascination with his older neighbor, Chad, heightens after he spies on him in the bathroom measuring his manhood.

The Language of Love17 year old Charlie struggles to find the words to be true to himself…and his best friend. A wry, delicate take on first love and awakening sexuality from a young man’s perspective.  The fear of realization and the unknown.

Love Trip - Very cute film with an adorable payoff at the end. No nudity, SFW.  Runs a little over 8 minutes.

Gay = Sin - Features the music of the incredible Sigur Ros. NSFW, brief nudity (naked butts)