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“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.AQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
HAMILTON | AQUADUDE BUNKER Shannon in Colombia by Hamilton A narrative sequel to the Scroll Novel, Shannon, DEA Agent (located in the Aquadude Bunker). Part 1 The whirling blades have put him into an almost dream-like state as he stares at the sight before him.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played HAMILTON‘S VIGNETTES 2. This is the first part of several vignettes about Ryan Collins, a high school wrestler from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Ryan is kidnapped and brought to an abandoned school outside of Scranton PA where he will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The five attendees are PATT1861 | AQUADUDE BUNKER A young woman ran up to him as he was led and as if on a dare, swatted the manmeat before him. Ursus almost buckled over as her upturned palm hit the cockhead, now cruelly pierced – and yet her actions only brought gales of laughter from her friends. For a moment he met the woman’s eye – and he saw her hate. MASTERSKRAIN’S MUSCLES Masterskrain’s Muscles. Posted on June 16, 2018. by aquadude2001. 1. I’m pretty sure that I’m not the only denizen of the bunker that thinks Asian men are hot as heck! And for those of you who agreesomething to stimulate your imaginations. -Masterskrain.CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
MORE CAPTURED COWBOYS 3 thoughts on “ More Captured Cowboys – by Catglee ”. Love seeing these men rising to the occasion! After a victory feast the warrior decided to test the reactions, and endurance of this white dog!!!!!!! he is staked,and cannot move, only his cock can move, and his mouth as he begs, and whines, and then screams, and screams!, butno mercy
BUNKERDAILYCOMICS2020 The full seven page story featuring Eisner’s highly sophisticated storytelling encasing his over-the-top incredible hero-in-distress art. (See NOTE following the comic.) NOTE: In 2009, I undertook an extended project for the Bunker, The Spirit Scrolls, a Tribute to the Hero-in-Distress Art of Will Eisner.“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.AQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
HAMILTON | AQUADUDE BUNKER Shannon in Colombia by Hamilton A narrative sequel to the Scroll Novel, Shannon, DEA Agent (located in the Aquadude Bunker). Part 1 The whirling blades have put him into an almost dream-like state as he stares at the sight before him.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played HAMILTON‘S VIGNETTES 2. This is the first part of several vignettes about Ryan Collins, a high school wrestler from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Ryan is kidnapped and brought to an abandoned school outside of Scranton PA where he will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The five attendees are PATT1861 | AQUADUDE BUNKER A young woman ran up to him as he was led and as if on a dare, swatted the manmeat before him. Ursus almost buckled over as her upturned palm hit the cockhead, now cruelly pierced – and yet her actions only brought gales of laughter from her friends. For a moment he met the woman’s eye – and he saw her hate. MASTERSKRAIN’S MUSCLES Masterskrain’s Muscles. Posted on June 16, 2018. by aquadude2001. 1. I’m pretty sure that I’m not the only denizen of the bunker that thinks Asian men are hot as heck! And for those of you who agreesomething to stimulate your imaginations. -Masterskrain.CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
MORE CAPTURED COWBOYS 3 thoughts on “ More Captured Cowboys – by Catglee ”. Love seeing these men rising to the occasion! After a victory feast the warrior decided to test the reactions, and endurance of this white dog!!!!!!! he is staked,and cannot move, only his cock can move, and his mouth as he begs, and whines, and then screams, and screams!, butno mercy
GROUP SHARING CONTINUES FOR 6-12-21 Hi Guys, An experiment to see if we can help each other expand our enjoyment of the Net and TV! If you see something you think others on this site might like, please share it in the Comments to this weekly Saturday post (click thought bubble in upper right corner) . ABOUT THE SITE’S THEME “Sharing the Hero-in-Distress Fantasy” In the 87th panel of the Bunker’s Pony Express Rider Story, an Indian Dream Catcher is displayed, along with this text: “The underlying core of these dreams was the desire to make Will suffer, to give him pain. None of (the Tribe) clearly understood why they had such aCOWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played HAMILTON | AQUADUDE BUNKER Shannon in Colombia by Hamilton A narrative sequel to the Scroll Novel, Shannon, DEA Agent (located in the Aquadude Bunker). Part 1 The whirling blades have put him into an almost dream-like state as he stares at the sight before him. GROUP SHARING FOR 5-8-21 Group Sharing for 5-8-21. Posted on May 8, 2021. by aquadude2001. Hi Guys, An experiment to see if we can help each other expand our enjoyment of the Net and TV! If you see something you think others on this site might like, please share it in the Comments to this weekly Saturday post (click balloon in upper right corner) . Movies, episodesSPECIAL FEATURES
Posts about Special Features written by aquadude2001. All these pictures are from the Internet and I did not do any of the originalpostings.
GROUP SHARING
Posts about Group Sharing written by aquadude2001. Hi Guys, The Net is so vast, there are so many great things on it, and so many things we are unaware of, I thought it would be nice if we share with each other what we find during the week.JOHN MORRISON
Aquadude’s Tribute to John Morrison — Scrolls 1-22. Posted on October 30, 2014. by aquadude2001. Reply. John Morrison brought a whole new dimension to professional wrestling. He flaunted the beauty of the male form — his own beauty — in a way it hadn’t quite been done before. He actually called himself the “Shaman ofSexy.”.
THE FIFTH OF ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS The Fifth of One Thousand and One Nights – by Amalaric. He knew, deep down in the leaden pit his heart had become, that the day would arrivewould probably arrive. The buck was young and hadn’t yet lost that spark of optimism- whispering that anything was possible, even for a slave- which lit the flame of hope. Far from stupid, he had PATT1861 | AQUADUDE BUNKER A young woman ran up to him as he was led and as if on a dare, swatted the manmeat before him. Ursus almost buckled over as her upturned palm hit the cockhead, now cruelly pierced – and yet her actions only brought gales of laughter from her friends. For a moment he met the woman’s eye – and he saw her hate.AQUADUDE STORIES
Posted on August 13, 2016. by aquadude2001. 9. Hi Guys, As promised, here is the complete set of 110 Plates presented sequentially. Many of the Plates have had the text and/or imagery upgraded. Sharing the fantasy, Aquadude. (Archived under Bunker Content/AquadudeStories/Terrence &
“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played BUNKERDAILYCOMICS2020 The full seven page story featuring Eisner’s highly sophisticated storytelling encasing his over-the-top incredible hero-in-distress art. (See NOTE following the comic.) NOTE: In 2009, I undertook an extended project for the Bunker, The Spirit Scrolls, a Tribute toAQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
NEW SHORT STORY: “TRYOUTS” Every desperate plea for mercy he could compose was lost in a tidal wave of searing, white hot anguish. The current stopped suddenly as Greg dialed it back to zero. Mike struggled to raise his head as his worn out body sagged against the metal frame. At some point, Joe had stripped naked, and Greg had removed his shirt. “JAK – A SHORT HISTORY OF A STUD SLAVE” – BY PETE BROWN JAK - A SHORT HISTORY OF A SLAVE. And a comment of family relationships amongst the rich. Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east. He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanagein
CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
PONY EXPRESS RIDER
Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001 “ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS” ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS The demand for slaves - especially fit younger males - always exceeds supply. The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have beenAQUADUDE STORIES
Posted on August 13, 2016. by aquadude2001. 9. Hi Guys, As promised, here is the complete set of 110 Plates presented sequentially. Many of the Plates have had the text and/or imagery upgraded. Sharing the fantasy, Aquadude. (Archived under Bunker Content/AquadudeStories/Terrence &
BUNKERDAILYCOMICS2020 The full seven page story featuring Eisner’s highly sophisticated storytelling encasing his over-the-top incredible hero-in-distress art. (See NOTE following the comic.) NOTE: In 2009, I undertook an extended project for the Bunker, The Spirit Scrolls, a Tribute to the Hero-in-Distress Art of Will Eisner.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.AQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
PONY EXPRESS RIDER
Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001 “ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS” ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS The demand for slaves - especially fit younger males - always exceeds supply. The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have been “JAK – A SHORT HISTORY OF A STUD SLAVE” – BY PETE BROWN JAK - A SHORT HISTORY OF A SLAVE. And a comment of family relationships amongst the rich. Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east. He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanagein
NEW SHORT STORY: “TRYOUTS” Every desperate plea for mercy he could compose was lost in a tidal wave of searing, white hot anguish. The current stopped suddenly as Greg dialed it back to zero. Mike struggled to raise his head as his worn out body sagged against the metal frame. At some point, Joe had stripped naked, and Greg had removed his shirt.CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
ABOUT THE SITE’S THEME “Sharing the Hero-in-Distress Fantasy” In the 87th panel of the Bunker’s Pony Express Rider Story, an Indian Dream Catcher is displayed, along with this text: “The underlying core of these dreams was the desire to make Will suffer, to give him pain. None of (the Tribe) clearly understood why they had such a A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT REGARDING THE BUNKER Hi Guys, Most of you will recognize the above image as “Johnny” –the hero of the Johnny Torture Series, which I began in 2001. Although this image is a new photomanipulation, not surprisingly, Johnny appears about the same as he did twenty years ago. The same cannot be said of the photomanipulator. The years have HAMILTON‘S VIGNETTES Hamilton’s Vignettes – “Tony Capobianco”. Posted on January 16, 2021. by aquadude2001. 1. Though I have always stood against authoritarianism and the abuse of authority, I admit that the abuse of authority makes for great fantasy. Enjoy the trials of high school athlete, Tony Capobiano. HAMILTON | AQUADUDE BUNKER Shannon in Colombia by Hamilton A narrative sequel to the Scroll Novel, Shannon, DEA Agent (located in the Aquadude Bunker). Part 1 The whirling blades have put him into an almost dream-like state as he stares at the sight before him. BUNKER DAILY COMICS #1967 John Carter, Warlord of Mars #3, 1977 –Marvel Comics, 30 Cents This rendering of the Hero-in-Distress fantasy in a single comic may well be unsurpassed in the history of comics. Presented here in its entirety. –Aquadude LOOK FOR A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT TOMORROW REGARDING THE Visit the post for more.PONY EXPRESS RIDER
Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001JUNGLE SLAVES
[Click image to enlarge. Somewhere under the mysterious jungle temple, the slave driver strips the harnesses off his team. The big guys are exhausted after another hard day's work under the lash, but they're not done yet. Time for a little fun, at least BUNKER DAILY COMICS #1964 Miscellaneous Highlights Eerie: Beastworld/PabloMarcos GROUP SHARING FOR 6-5-21 Hi Guys, An experiment to see if we can help each other expand our enjoyment of the Net and TV! If you see something you think others on this site might like, please share it in the Comments to this weekly Saturday post (click balloon in upper right corner) . Movies, episodes, stories, websites, yourAQUADUDE STORIES
Posted on August 13, 2016. by aquadude2001. 9. Hi Guys, As promised, here is the complete set of 110 Plates presented sequentially. Many of the Plates have had the text and/or imagery upgraded. Sharing the fantasy, Aquadude. (Archived under Bunker Content/AquadudeStories/Terrence &
“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played BUNKERDAILYCOMICS2020 The full seven page story featuring Eisner’s highly sophisticated storytelling encasing his over-the-top incredible hero-in-distress art. (See NOTE following the comic.) NOTE: In 2009, I undertook an extended project for the Bunker, The Spirit Scrolls, a Tribute toAQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
NEW SHORT STORY: “TRYOUTS” Every desperate plea for mercy he could compose was lost in a tidal wave of searing, white hot anguish. The current stopped suddenly as Greg dialed it back to zero. Mike struggled to raise his head as his worn out body sagged against the metal frame. At some point, Joe had stripped naked, and Greg had removed his shirt. “JAK – A SHORT HISTORY OF A STUD SLAVE” – BY PETE BROWN JAK - A SHORT HISTORY OF A SLAVE. And a comment of family relationships amongst the rich. Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east. He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanagein
CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
PONY EXPRESS RIDER
Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001 “ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS” ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS The demand for slaves - especially fit younger males - always exceeds supply. The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have beenAQUADUDE STORIES
Posted on August 13, 2016. by aquadude2001. 9. Hi Guys, As promised, here is the complete set of 110 Plates presented sequentially. Many of the Plates have had the text and/or imagery upgraded. Sharing the fantasy, Aquadude. (Archived under Bunker Content/AquadudeStories/Terrence &
“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played BUNKERDAILYCOMICS2020 The full seven page story featuring Eisner’s highly sophisticated storytelling encasing his over-the-top incredible hero-in-distress art. (See NOTE following the comic.) NOTE: In 2009, I undertook an extended project for the Bunker, The Spirit Scrolls, a Tribute toAQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
NEW SHORT STORY: “TRYOUTS” Every desperate plea for mercy he could compose was lost in a tidal wave of searing, white hot anguish. The current stopped suddenly as Greg dialed it back to zero. Mike struggled to raise his head as his worn out body sagged against the metal frame. At some point, Joe had stripped naked, and Greg had removed his shirt. “JAK – A SHORT HISTORY OF A STUD SLAVE” – BY PETE BROWN JAK - A SHORT HISTORY OF A SLAVE. And a comment of family relationships amongst the rich. Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east. He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanagein
CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
PONY EXPRESS RIDER
Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001 “ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS” ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS The demand for slaves - especially fit younger males - always exceeds supply. The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have been ABOUT THE SITE’S THEME “Sharing the Hero-in-Distress Fantasy” In the 87th panel of the Bunker’s Pony Express Rider Story, an Indian Dream Catcher is displayed, along with this text: “The underlying core of these dreams was the desire to make Will suffer, to give him pain. None of (the Tribe) clearly understood why they had such a A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT REGARDING THE BUNKER Hi Guys, Most of you will recognize the above image as “Johnny” –the hero of the Johnny Torture Series, which I began in 2001. Although this image is a new photomanipulation, not surprisingly, Johnny appears about the same as he did twenty years ago. The same cannot be said of the photomanipulator. The years have HAMILTON‘S VIGNETTES Hamilton’s Vignettes – “Tony Capobianco”. Posted on January 16, 2021. by aquadude2001. 1. Though I have always stood against authoritarianism and the abuse of authority, I admit that the abuse of authority makes for great fantasy. Enjoy the trials of high school athlete, Tony Capobiano. HAMILTON | AQUADUDE BUNKER Shannon in Colombia by Hamilton A narrative sequel to the Scroll Novel, Shannon, DEA Agent (located in the Aquadude Bunker). Part 1 The whirling blades have put him into an almost dream-like state as he stares at the sight before him. BUNKER DAILY COMICS #1967 John Carter, Warlord of Mars #3, 1977 –Marvel Comics, 30 Cents This rendering of the Hero-in-Distress fantasy in a single comic may well be unsurpassed in the history of comics. Presented here in its entirety. –Aquadude LOOK FOR A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT TOMORROW REGARDING THE Visit the post for more.PONY EXPRESS RIDER
Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001JUNGLE SLAVES
[Click image to enlarge. Somewhere under the mysterious jungle temple, the slave driver strips the harnesses off his team. The big guys are exhausted after another hard day's work under the lash, but they're not done yet. Time for a little fun, at least BUNKER DAILY COMICS #1964 Miscellaneous Highlights Eerie: Beastworld/PabloMarcos GROUP SHARING FOR 6-5-21 Hi Guys, An experiment to see if we can help each other expand our enjoyment of the Net and TV! If you see something you think others on this site might like, please share it in the Comments to this weekly Saturday post (click balloon in upper right corner) . Movies, episodes, stories, websites, yourAQUADUDE STORIES
Posted on August 13, 2016. by aquadude2001. 9. Hi Guys, As promised, here is the complete set of 110 Plates presented sequentially. Many of the Plates have had the text and/or imagery upgraded. Sharing the fantasy, Aquadude. (Archived under Bunker Content/AquadudeStories/Terrence &
BUNKERDAILYCOMICS2020 The full seven page story featuring Eisner’s highly sophisticated storytelling encasing his over-the-top incredible hero-in-distress art. (See NOTE following the comic.) NOTE: In 2009, I undertook an extended project for the Bunker, The Spirit Scrolls, a Tribute to the Hero-in-Distress Art of Will Eisner.COWBOYS & INDIANS
Cowboys & Indians – by Amalaric. A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as I do). When I was a kid and we played“2 FOR 1 SALE”
by aquadude2001. I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn’t part of the Nights. It is called ‘2 for 1 Sale’. Enjoy! -Ama;aric.AQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
PONY EXPRESS RIDER
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The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
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Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
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Posts about Pony Express Rider written by aquadude2001 “ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS” ILLEGAL SLAVE PROCESSORS The demand for slaves - especially fit younger males - always exceeds supply. The government has put in place a number of measures to help over recent years, for example by making the penalties for many more offences that of enslavement, and these have helped in some measure. But they have been “JAK – A SHORT HISTORY OF A STUD SLAVE” – BY PETE BROWN JAK - A SHORT HISTORY OF A SLAVE. And a comment of family relationships amongst the rich. Jak barely remembers his parents as he lost them in one of those interminable civil wars in the near east. He was brought up harshly and without love or affection in an orphanagein
NEW SHORT STORY: “TRYOUTS” Every desperate plea for mercy he could compose was lost in a tidal wave of searing, white hot anguish. The current stopped suddenly as Greg dialed it back to zero. Mike struggled to raise his head as his worn out body sagged against the metal frame. At some point, Joe had stripped naked, and Greg had removed his shirt.CAPTURED COWBOYS
The idea of the “civilized” white soldier in his uniform and gun being captured, stripped, his firearms taken away from him, used to threaten him. Now he is more naked than the “savages” and totally helpless. They delight in humiliating him. String him up in his nudity. Once his had ribbons pinned on the tunic of his uniform –now
ABOUT THE SITE’S THEME “Sharing the Hero-in-Distress Fantasy” In the 87th panel of the Bunker’s Pony Express Rider Story, an Indian Dream Catcher is displayed, along with this text: “The underlying core of these dreams was the desire to make Will suffer, to give him pain. None of (the Tribe) clearly understood why they had such a A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT REGARDING THE BUNKER Hi Guys, Most of you will recognize the above image as “Johnny” –the hero of the Johnny Torture Series, which I began in 2001. Although this image is a new photomanipulation, not surprisingly, Johnny appears about the same as he did twenty years ago. The same cannot be said of the photomanipulator. The years have HAMILTON‘S VIGNETTES Hamilton’s Vignettes – “Tony Capobianco”. Posted on January 16, 2021. by aquadude2001. 1. Though I have always stood against authoritarianism and the abuse of authority, I admit that the abuse of authority makes for great fantasy. Enjoy the trials of high school athlete, Tony Capobiano. HAMILTON | AQUADUDE BUNKER Shannon in Colombia by Hamilton A narrative sequel to the Scroll Novel, Shannon, DEA Agent (located in the Aquadude Bunker). Part 1 The whirling blades have put him into an almost dream-like state as he stares at the sight before him. BUNKER DAILY COMICS #1967 John Carter, Warlord of Mars #3, 1977 –Marvel Comics, 30 Cents This rendering of the Hero-in-Distress fantasy in a single comic may well be unsurpassed in the history of comics. Presented here in its entirety. –AquadudeJUNGLE SLAVES
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A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as IAQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
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I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn't part of the Nights. It is called '2 for 1 Sale'. Enjoy! -Ama;aric_____
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NEW SHORT STORY: “TRYOUTS” Short story based on sparkieshock's artwork blog on tumblr. sparkieshock.tumblr.com "AHHHHHH! AH! AGGGHHHHHH!" Mike screamed as the current lanced through his helpless body. "AGGGHHHHH! AGGGHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" "Thought you were a man, Mikey?" Greg taunted. "You said you had what it takes," Joe added, frowning in disappointment. Mike had waited until his SophomoreCHAINED MUSCLE
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COWBOYS & INDIANS
A huge thanks for the re-post of all of the old MnM pics- truly a fond stroll down the lanes of memory and, as I wrote on the thread- the cowboys and Indians are a perennial favorite of mine (especially as the Indians seem to dig a spread eagle stud muffin as much as IAQUADUDE BUNKER
Chapter 36. Testing One, Two. I hung in the frame for several hours. I was in a daze of sexual confusion and nipple pain. The confusion was the melding of two opposite forces: very nice waves of sexual arousal from the vibrator and spikes of intense cock pain from the metal screwpoints.
“2 FOR 1 SALE”
I just got in the mood for a one-off that isn't part of the Nights. It is called '2 for 1 Sale'. Enjoy! -Ama;aric_____
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BOBBY, CHAPTER 6, RYAN GOES FOR A RUN – WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATEDBY AMALARIC
Posted on April 26, 2017by aquadude2001
The week went by faster than Ryan would have liked. He went on with his work, his back a deep, ruddy tan from the sun, thinking of inconsequential things, daydreaming or just blanking out; giving his strong, young muscles their rhythmic rein, soothing endorphins coursing through his all-American blood stream. At odd intervals, though, his thoughts returned to the nagging question of what, exactly, that little fucker Bobby might have in mind for his ‘punishment’. Never very good at thinking things through or figuring them out, Ryan sometimes wondered if what Bobby intended might really be…well…physical? The thought festered in his mind like an angry zit, not terribly substantial, but disturbing nevertheless. For one thing, the strapping young jock was filled with an unconscious arrogance and could not imagine a soft, fat kid like Bobby taking ‘control’ of him in a way so basic. Ryan knew that he could kick Bobby’s wide ass from his front yard to the nearby woods. No, he had nothing to fear in that area. Probably, the kid just wanted him to do his weekend chores. Yeah, kid stuff…probably.*
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Saturday dawned hot and clear and Ryan shuddered awake around six in a cold sweat. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was coming his way. ‘Feels like waiting for Big Ralph out by the woodshed,’ he laughed to himself, but there was little conviction in his laughter. The memories were still painful as he was forced now, by bizarre circumstance, to re-live the humiliation of what he and his step dad had gotten up to ‘out by the woodshed’. That had gone on until he was just over eighteen, and the humiliation of what had happened to the handsome young teenager in that woodshed still rankled. Against his will, Ryan re-lived those memories now. He could see himself; a tall, muscular, fresh faced kid standing helpless before the older man. Ryan was rarely able to really understand what he had done wrong or why Big Ralph needed to punish him. ‘OK Ryan, you know what you got to do,’ Big Ralph would say and Ryan would wait, not because he didn’t know, but from desperation, pawing the ground with his foot, refusing to meet the man’s eyes. ‘Strip your clothes off boy. Let’s have a look at you.’ This, said in a matter of fact way, knowing he would be obeyed. Ryan’s punishments had been part physical exam, part old fashioned beating and part something else that his mind had always shied away from. He would slowly strip, hoping irrationally for a reprieve, as Big Ralph watched passively, hungry eyes roaming the contours of Ryan’s young physique; first his smooth, muscular torso as the shirt came off, then his long, well proportioned, hairy legs as the trousers were dropped and laid on the ground and finally, Ralph’s gaze drilling into his crotch, as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them slowly down. He would stand there naked and shivering, though not from the cold, while Ralph looked him up and down in an appraising way. ‘You’re growing like a weed, boy,’ Big Ralph would say, though his gaze was riveted on Ryan’s groin. At some point, he would throw his thick arm around Ryan’s quivering shoulder and lead him into thewoodshed.
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The ritual followed a predictable course. ‘You’re getting too big to bend over the knee, Ryan.’ And Ryan, knowing what would follow, took up his position beneath the large beam that ran the length of the shed. When all was ready, Ryan stood spread eagled nude in the middle of the shed, his body a perfect, stretched ‘X’. Big Ralph never seemed to be in a hurry. Breathing hard, he would run his rough, stubby hands over Ryan’s smooth skin ostensibly to ‘see how his growing muscles would take the strap’. He would comment on Ryan’s developing body, noting the sprouting hairiness at arm pits and crotch, the furry legs and peach fuzz dusting his firm ass, squeezing and probing. Then, he would pick up the strap and begin the whipping, and continue long after Ryan’s anguished whimpers turned to screams. Shaking himself from the dark, unwelcome reverie, Ryan realized it was time to go. Skipping breakfast, he grabbed a fast shower, pulled some clothes out of a drawer and quickly dressed in clean underwear, jeans, black tennis shoes and an old shirt. His head felt light with foreboding as he drove to the edge of town and pulled into the long curve of Bobby’s drive way. He pulled up to the front of the house, switched off the ignition and eased his long frame from the car. ‘Hey, Bobby,’ Ryan said, trying to sound casual as he stood, hands fidgeting at his sides. His eyes darted around the property, noticing the three bicycles propped against the clapboard wall and a couple of backpacks with odd bulges. ‘Who are these guys?’ he muttered, making conversation, putting off the inevitable. Bobby fixed him with a hungry stare and introduced his friends. Pointing to a little, dark haired kid of about ten with a face like a weasel, he said, ‘This is Will.’ Ryan nodded, thinking to himself, ‘Man, what are they doing here?’ then looked toward the other kid, taller and older, ‘…and this is Larry.’ He seemed to be in his late teens, all gangly skin and bones. Ryan stood there in the sun, having run out of things to say; a nervous twenty seven year old, exuding masculine strength and beauty, waiting, Bobby reflected, as he let the awkward silence play out, like an anxious young slave, freshly captured and just purchased, on the doorstep of his master…or a carefully chosen sacrifice.*
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The time had come at last; those dreamed of moments, and Bobby savored each carefully anticipated second. Approaching his reluctant victim, he said, ‘You ready for your punishment Ryan?’ Looking at the ground, Ryan replied in his deep voice, almost a whisper, ‘Yeah, I guess so,’ and Bobby reached up and carefully began to unbutton his young captive’s shirt. Caught by surprise, it took a while for Ryan to appreciate what Bobby was doing. His initial shock was accompanied by a leaden feeling in the pit of his stomach. So, it was going to be physical. He felt the first tentative stirring of terror quickly joined by a gentle, but inexorable, tide of shame. He fleetingly considered ‘kicking Bobby’s wide ass’, as he had foolishly fantasized when anticipating this moment, but realized, instead, that he had sold himself and now must submit. He stared down at Bobby’s fat hands working the buttons loose on his work shirt and watched, hypnotized, as the shirt spread open over the white cotton of his T-shirt. Bobby was in ecstasy. Silently, methodically working downward, unbuttoning Ryan’s shirt to where it disappeared beneath the tightly cinched buckle of his belt, he paused. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ Ryan asked, breaking the nearly sacred silence, his voice pitched high by anxiety. Bobby wasn’t in the mood to be distracted. Ignoring his hulking victim he reached for the belt buckle, casually unfastened it, and pulled out the front of the shirt, which he now completely unbuttoned. Ryan looked down in resignation as his jeans, bound tightly by the belt, loosened immediately, parting from the golden skin of his muscled mid drift revealing, in the gap, a deep interior dimly lit by white briefs receding into shadows. Bobby left the belt unbuckled, loose trousers beginning to sag, and stepped back. Flushed, he examined his new stud. ‘I’m going to punish you, boy,’ he said. Reaching up, he ran his hand lightly through Ryan’s short blonde hair, marveling at its thick softness, then grabbed a handful and tilted his head back…and back until Ryan’s spine arched painfully, pelvis thrust forward, pulse pounding in his exposed throat. Bobby ran his other hand over the thin fabric of Ryan’s T-shirt, now stretched tightly over his broad chest, fingering the hard outlines of his nipples through the warm cotton. Holding Ryan in this position, hands running up and down the stretched fabric of the T-shirt, hungrily pawing the taught muscles of his victim’s torso, Bobby nodded to the rat faced kid and said, ‘Willie, get me that pack over there, would you?’ Willie snapped out of his enraptured trance, pulled his eyes away from Bobby’s groping hands and brought him the pack. ‘Larry come here, I need your help,’ and the older kid glided over and stood next to Ryan. ‘Hold his hands behind his back, Larry. Willie, pull his shirt off and get a pair of cuffs out of the pack and slap them on his wrists. That’s right, good.’ Willie circled out of sight like a hungry shark, reached up to Ryan’s broad, arched shoulders and grabbed his opened shirt by the collar with invisible hands, roughly pulling it off. Stripped, now, to his T-shirt, belt unbuckled, trousers sagging, the hapless jock felt the cold kiss of the cuffs snap onto his pinioned wrists and realized, fatalistically, that now, at least, there was no turning back.*
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Ryan’s three captors stood back surveying their work. Willie claimed Ryan’s shirt as a trophy and proudly wore it draped around his waist. Bobby still seemed entranced and Larry, as always, grinned wickedly, a sizeable hard on tenting the front of his white dockers. Ryan stood in the sunlight, corded arms cuffed at the wrists and pinioned behind him, legs spread in an unconscious attempt to slow the descent of his sagging jeans. His belt flopped unbuckled below a good inch and a half of snowy jockey shorts. ‘Strip off his T-shirt Larry.’ Bobby was feeling generous. Larry stepped forward and lightly caressed the ridges of Ryan’s prominent collar bone then, in one quick motion, grasped the frayed collar of the T-shirt and ripped it open down to Ryan’s navel. Pausing for another grip he first ran a finger down the stud’s ridged abdomen from the cleft in his smooth pecs to the hairy, newly visible navel. Ryan’s smooth skin shivered involuntarily at the feathery touch and he blushed. Larry exhaled a foul waft of breath, gripped the bottom of the T-shirt and with a last, satisfying rip, tore it from the sculpted torso of the helpless jock. Bobby continued to savor these slow ticking moments as if each one could last an eternity. He reminisced about the times he had sat in the shadows by his window, willing Ryan to strip to the waist, dreaming of this moment- so much the same, yet, so very different! Before, Ryan was in control, naive and uncaring, gracing his enthralled devotee with a lusty glimpse of perfection. Now, he was a captive slave, head bowed in helpless humiliation, corded muscles and smooth expanse of golden skin bound, waiting his master’s pleasure. Bobby explained all of this to the handsome stud standing passively before him, his hammering heart revealing his fear, and was gratified by the look of horror mixed with slow comprehension on the wide,boyish face.
‘Do you like to run, Ryan?’ Bobby asked, stroking the soft skin over his victim’s rib cage. Ryan’s naked chest rose and fell rapidly, but he remained silent. Bobby made a fist and slammed it full force into the rippling abs of his belly. The blow had come fast and unexpected. If Ryan had been prepared, his hard muscles would have shielded him from the pudgy blow. As it was, the air rushed from his diaphragm and he bent over groaning softly. Bobby placed his hand on the back of Ryan’s sunburned neck and held him in that position for a few seconds, stroking the golden hairs that disappeared into the crack of his ass, now just visible above the stretched waist band of his shorts. He then reached an exploratory hand beneath his bent over victim and viciously tweaked the tender rosy nub of Ryan’s nipple, eventually using his twisting grasp on the nipple to lever the gasping young landscaper back into a standing position. He was thrilled to see Ryan’s deep blue eyes brim with tears from the pain. ‘I asked you a question, Ryan,’ he said with mock patience. ‘Yeah, I guess so…sometimes,’ Ryan mumbled. ‘Good,’ Bobby replied, ‘because it’s time for a little work out.’ With that, he rummaged again in the pack and pulled out a coil of thick rope. ‘Get the bikes, guys,’ Bobby said, as he uncoiled the rope. Willie and Larry had each made headbands of Ryan’s shredded T-shirt and ran to obey. ‘We’re like the kids in the _Lord of the Flies_,’ Bobby thought to himself, ‘but this time Piggy gets his revenge!’ Thinking of his little joke, he smiled broadly up at Ryan, who didn’t understand. His expression was stoic…and infinitely sad.*
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Bobby noted, approvingly, that Ryan had begun to sweat standing shirtless out in the sun. It was time to raise some more. ‘OK, Ryan. You know, your punishment hasn’t really begun yet.’ He chortled inwardly at Ryan’s look of confused surprise. We have a couple of special places- private places- where we can get down to the real work. We’re riding our bikes, but you have to run.’ Bobby took a twenty foot length of the rough, scratchy rope and tied it around Ryan’s neck. ‘You’re going to be my horse, Ryan, and this is the rein,’ he said, twitching the end of the rope. ‘Except, I need a way to direct you, to make sure you obey me.’ He reached up to Ryan’s mouth and inserted his finger between his full lips, caressing the even, white teeth clenched tightly shut against the anticipated invasion. ‘I guess I could force it into that beautiful mouth like a gag, but that wouldn’t be much fun.’ He slid his hand along the length of rope to its end. ‘I think, instead, I’ll direct you by your balls.’ Ryan’s eyebrows shot up and he involuntarily dropped his eyes to the waistband of his jeans. ‘Damn,’ Bobby said, ‘I can’t find the Testicle Toggle! Well, we can still make do…’ He smiled wickedly and, grasping the end of the rope, he plunged his hand down the front of Ryan’s loose trousers. Ryan stood rigidly, enduring this first, tentative, violation of his manhood. Bobby, of course, had had to use the utmost self-control not to succumb to the temptation to strip this beautiful stud’s clothes completely off in the first few moments he had him in his power. No, that wouldn’t do at all! The moment had to be drawn out, slowly, deliciously, savoring each moment of his captive jock’s growing sense of humiliation, each painful station of his shame. Even now, with his hand buried in the front of Ryan’s trousers, Bobby was careful not to intrude inside the damp, warm inner sanctum of the cotton jockey shorts. He did, however, grope what they contained, exploring the bulging contours of Ryan’s firm dick and balls pressed against the thin fabric of his shorts like a blind man reading brail, squeezing, probing, feverishly gathering data as his sensitive fingers flashed images to his besotted brain. All the while holding the end of the rope, Bobby’s hand wriggled lower, finally burrowing into the tight space between his captive’s legs. He marveled at the scalding heat emanating from the sweat soaked underwear. With his other hand Bobby repeated the operation from Ryan’s back side, wriggling leisurely over the firm, rubbery mounds of his tight, young buttocks, tracing the crack with a pudgy finger as he had done with Jim (light years ago), then burrowing into the heated space between Ryan’s legs from the opposite direction. ‘Its like digging the tunnel under the fucking English Channel,’ Bobby thought, ‘or Stanley meeting Livingstone,’ as one hand met the other, passing the length of rope, which was pulled up and out the back side of Ryan’s trousers. Ten or more feet of industrial hemp rope now sprouted from the waistband at the back of Ryan’s jeans like the tail of a monkey, running under his crotch, emerging again from the front of his jeans, straight up the central valley of his torso, nestled in the deep cleft of his chest and tied securely around his neck. Bobby tied the loose end of the rope to the handle bars of his bicycle. Everything was ready togo.
‘Better make a quick test,’ Bobby said and yanked as hard as he could on the rope. The thick length nestled directly under Ryan’s balls tightened with a sharp jerk making him cry out in pain. He shimmied around, like the skittish horse flesh that he now was, but to no avail. The rope wedged tightly against his balls only burrowed deeper into his crotch, now rubbing its bristling length against the tender skin of his inner thighs as well. ‘This is great!’ Bobby yelled. ‘Up on your bikes, guys, let’s jam!’ Larry and Willie each shouldered one of the packs, but first Bobby pulled a whip from one of them, cracking it satisfyingly in the air. Bobby straddled his bike and watched as his friends mounted theirs. He pointed to a line of trees bordering the property where a narrow path disappeared into the foliage. ‘See that path Ryan? Run!’ And the whip snaked out and slashed against the hard muscles of Ryan’s broad back. Ryan registered a searing bolt of pain and took off running. It wasn’t easy running with his hands cuffed behind his back and a half inch thick length of rope wedged up against his balls rubbing the skin of his crotch raw. Bobby’s liberal use of the cracking whip rained on his heaving shoulders driving him forward. Every now and then Bobby would shout, ‘Left turn, Ryan! Or, move it faster!’ and then the rope would jerk, smashing his agonized balls in a white hot sheet of pain. The stitch in Ryan’s side felt like a knife stuck between his ribs and his labored breath beat the desperate drum roll of his agony, backed up by the chorus of crunching bicycle tires against the silence of the woods. Drenched with sweat and unable to wipe it from his face, Ryan felt the salt sting his eyes, blurring his vision. Bobby enjoyed the hypnotic movement of the young stud’s pumping ass as he ran, the broad tan shoulders heaving desperately and the agonized triceps and biceps straining against the cuffs that bound his arms. Lost in this blissful vision, he nearly ran his bike straight up the runway of Ryan’s perfect ass when, blinded by sweat and losing his stamina at last, he tripped and went down hard on his belly in the middle of the path. He lay there panting in the dirt, craving mercy. Bobby pulled up his bike and squatted down, gazing at Ryan’s exhausted profile, handsome mouth half open, gasping for air. Running his hands over the slick sweat of his victim’s heaving flank, Bobby burrowed beneath an armpit and tweaked the silky hair. ‘Almost there boy, you can make it.’ He roughly massaged the angry red welts that now crisscrossed his young slave’s back, noting Ryan wince and the satisfying look of growing desperation on his face. Bobby felt a sudden inspiration bubble up in his mind. It was time to fuck a little bit with the dumbjock’s head.
Pulling another length of rope from one of the packs, Bobby tied Ryan’s legs together loosely with about a foot and a half of slack. Ryan could walk, but would now find it difficult to run. Next the cuffs came off of his wrists. Ryan’s naive expression lightened as he sat up, rubbing the chaffed skin of his hairy forearms. The plaintive look of gratitude in his wide blue eyes as he sat on the ground looking up at Bobby was sincere. Mercy, it seemed, had been granted. Bobby, naturally, had something entirely different in mind. ‘Stand up Ryan.’ The command was short and to the point. Perplexed, Ryan slowly lumbered to his feet. He stood waiting, his broad shouldered, tapering torso neatly bisected by a length of rope running down to the front of his trousers. Bobby untied the rope from around his neck and roughly jerked it out. The pain was excruciating as the rope lacerated the sensitive inner thighs and pulled at his sweaty balls, but Ryan hoped, now, for a reprieve from his ordeal and vowed inwardly to take this last rough treatment like the man that he was. His open, readable face, transfigured before by (false) hope, now hardened as pain again assaulted him. Bobby drank in the details; the clenched muscles of Ryan’s angular jaw, the battle ground reflected in his eyes where the terrible distraction of the agony searing his groin was countered by a far away look of concentration resolved to endure at all costs, the pounding pulse points in naked chest and quivering belly that betrayed the terror racing beneath the surface… Bobby yanked the last length of rope from his victim’s trousers and was gratified by the low moan that stole past Ryan’s manly resolve, followed by a long sigh. Ryan hung his golden, sweat soaked head in the deep sunlight, strong young arms flexed nervously at his sides, confused as to what might come next. ‘Time to get this boy stripped,’ Bobby thought. Fixing Ryan with an appraising stare he said, ‘Put your hands behind your head.’ A shadow of doubt crossed Ryan’s handsome features as he slowly moved to obey. Raising his sore, muscled arms he hooked his hands loosely around his warm neck, elbows pointing forward. Bobby frowned and landed a stinging blow from a loose piece of rope on Ryan’s exposed abs. ‘Hands behind your head, boy! All the way, head forward, and stand up straight.’ Ryan obediently complied, raising his strong hands, long fingers tightly interlocked behind his head, elbows flared out from taught lats, sweat running from the matted hair in his deep pits. He painfully straightened his back, stretching the well developed pecs crowned by rosy nipples and flattening the hard expanse of muscled belly. Bobby considered the sagging condition of Ryan’s jeans, appreciating the damp stains that darkened the denim along the waist and crotch and the way they rode so low on his hips after the hard run. If not for his shorts, Bobby figured the jeans would cross the thickest part of the sandy pubic hair that no doubt sprouted just beneath the surface. The exhausted young captive, beaten but unbowed, was a beautiful sight and his three captors gathered around to savor his shame as they forced him to stand on display for their leisurelyscrutiny.
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Ryan stared forward stoically, hands clasped tightly behind his head, as Bobby and his friends ran groping hands over the hard landscape of his naked torso. Pain lanced through his back as Larry rubbed a handful of salt into the lacerations made by the whip. ‘Look, our tough guy’s crying like a baby,’ Willie exclaimed. Tears filled Ryan’s eyes and ran in clear streams down the smooth planes of his cheeks. The tears were only a reflex, the protest of his young body at the white hot needles of salt crystals grinding into bleeding flesh, but his captors jeered and Ryan’s irrational humiliation deepened. His heart was pounding and his chest rose and fell in an animal-like rhythm as the ridged muscles of his magnificent physique were kneaded and probed. Bobby’s pale hand traced the fine blonde hair that poured from Ryan’s navel like a widening stream to the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts and then slowly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. Ryan had half suspected all along that his punishment would involve some kind of sexual violation and had tried to deny it, but the thought lurked in the back of his mind like a nameless fear waiting just out of sight in deep shadows. If he had been an introspective sort, he would have realized that this moment was biding its time long before Bobby had shown him the incriminating photographs. Going about his work, carelessly half naked, Ryan’s unselfconscious, youthful arrogance had blinded him to the dark, crackling energy in the air. If he had had the kind of reflective intelligence that easily looked back, Ryan would have realized, now, that the signs had always been there. Bobby’s hungry stare at the handsome twenty seven year old jock laboring in the bright sun and Ryan’s nagging impression that he was slowly being stripped naked by the fat kid’s eyes suddenly jolted into reality. He stood there now, facing his tormentor with hands locked submissively behind his head, fly spread open over sweaty jockey shorts; scant protection from what must surely come next. Bobby’s satisfied gaze lingered on the substantial outline of Ryan’s dick pressing against the fragile barrier of his shorts. His fingers dipped languidly below the elastic waistband and teased the tight, wiry bush nestled there. Burrowing in the rough hairiness of Ryan’s crotch he savored the nearly abrasive texture of a thick handful of his paralyzed victim’s pubes, twisting casually before moving a little lower. The prize waited, helplessly aware that the minimal protection of cotton shorts was really no protection at all. Bobby gently circled the thick shaft of Ryan’s penis and gripped it firmly like a leash. He had his boy, if not yet by the balls, well, in a way just as certain. Ryan’s proud young manhood was in Bobby’s power and the tall jock standing in shocked silence before him, hands held tensely behind his head, was the appendage to the stunning reality filling Bobby’s hungry hand. Ryan’s thoughts, both sharpened and confused by the horrendous pain and humiliation he had already experienced, reeled under the impact of Bobby’s examination. He frantically tried to justify to himself what was happening. Though exceptionally handsome, Ryan was not an exhibitionist. He possessed a natural modesty that was less self conscious than uncaring. He figured he must be good looking because it had always been easy to get the chicks into the sack. That was about as far as it went. There were preening narcissists who would have killed for a body like Ryan’s but in his own mind it was not unappreciated, just under rated. All of this impacted him now as he grappled in confusion with the groping, glassy eyed lust of Bobby and his friends. His mind, unused to deep or complex thought, found itself working to exhaustion on several levels. ‘Yeah, I knew about faggots…never gave them much thought, never knew one really…Big Ralph was probably a faggot, wasn’t he?’ His thoughts segued away. Another direction, ‘Lots of guys have seen my dick…stripped down a thousand times for PE, same thing…same thing…guys can see guys naked, yeah, no big deal…’ And another, dangerous, direction (helped along by Bobby, whose tickling fingers hypnotically pulled at the velvet rims of Ryan’s enslaved, tingling cock); conscious, perhaps for the very first time, of himself as a sex object, well muscled, sweating testosterone, a twenty seven year old male machine in high gear, Ryan’s head bashfully, almost elegantly, wrapped itself around a novel concept, ‘The kid’s hand on my dick feels kind of good…’ Accompanied by a noble (and also novel) awareness of what he had been through in the last couple of hours, this time experienced with a kind of manly pride. Captured and forced to submit to the lash, tethered up and made to run like a healthy young animal, his modesty violated and privacy roughly pawed and prodded away like his shredded T-shirt, Ryan realized instinctively that the reason had nothing to do with breaking into Bobby’s house. He had been stalked and ensnared for his own sake, and this awareness gave him a pleasant sense of responsibility and, at the same time, took all of the responsibility away. He had taken it (so far) like a man, and that’s why he had been taken. His corded young muscles, soft, tanned, sweat slicked skin and (better admit it) firm ass and pulsing rod over low slung packed balls made him worth the hunt and, once captured, worth some sporting fun. During this interlude Ryan’s heart raced, not with terror but an odd new emotion. For a split second he considered the terrible beauty of his submission. Strong young hands clasped behind his head, his six foot two inch frame held painfully erect, naked chest and ridged belly a dazzling landscape of masculinity, broad golden back a sheet of burning, focused pain…and Bobby’s hand buried in the ransacked sanctuary of his jockey shorts, fondling his proud dick…beginning, in a way not ever considered before, to slowly stiffen. Ryan disobeyed Bobby’s orders and bent his head to look down, toward the source of action, and the reverie was shattered. ‘AHHH, FUCK!!’ His thoughts lanced in yet another direction at the stunning realization of what was going on in the vicinity of his abraded crotch and everything that it implied. He saw himself standing, yet again; a handsome, masculine jock in his prime, tortured and now humiliated by a fat kid holding him by his throbbing dick like a dog on a leash. Bobby, for once, was caught completely by surprise as Ryan’s hands dropped, quick as lightening, from behind his bowed head, balled into massive fists, and slammed into the side of his face. Ryan acted without considering the consequences, a natural man scandalized beyond articulation. He was nobody’s dog and the use of his dick was reserved for his own simple pleasures. One thing was absolutely certain; no fucking fat assed pervert had the right to treat him the way Bobby had. Bobby, for a change, wasn’t thinking much of anything. Ryan’s hard fist caught him squarely on the jaw, split his inner cheek open against a tooth (loosening the tooth in the process) and sent him flying backwards flat on his ample ass. Dribbling blood and saliva, he glared in dazed hatred at the blonde colossus towering over him. The seconds ticked lazily by against a frozen tableaux, and this was Ryan’s undoing. Larry and Willy, stunned at the turn of events and grappling with the realization that their clever leader seemed to have lost control of the situation, stood paralyzed in amazement. Never entirely rational, Ryan definitely wasn’t thinking clearly now. Instead of kicking Bobby unconscious (perhaps an excusable omission; it was easy to underestimate the wily Bobby…) and then taking the time to free himself from the ropes that hobbled his legs (or even bothering to button up the gaping fly of his jeans), Ryan simply took off, running in short, rapid strides, constricted by the rope that tethered his ankles, clutching his drooping trousers with both hands, as best as he could, blindly. His one thought was to get away from the hellish scene of pain and humiliation that he had been subjected to. He didn’t care about the possibility of jail, or losing his jobs. Sweet freedom beckoned as far, far away as he could run. Three hundred yards, back into the stillness of the woods, he paused. Already weary, weakened by his ordeal, he sat on the loamy soil of the path fiddling desperately with the knots that bound his ankles. Failing to pick the stubborn knots apart, Ryan grasped the rope and pulled with all of his strength, willing it to break and set him free to run like the wind, back to the house, to his car, to freedom. The stillness of the woods gave way to the ominous crunch of bicycle tires mercilessly treading the helpless carpet of dead leaves. Ryan became frantic as the crackling sound grew louder. Whimpering with frustration, he made to rise and run yet again as the three bicycles came into view like a pack of yapping dogs on the heels of a terrified and exhausted prisoner. Bobby was in the lead, chin streaked like a zombie with windblown blood, grunting his rage. His minions flew behind him, revitalized by the unholy resurrection of their leader. Ryan had managed to half stand as Bobby’s bicycle raced past him. He foolishly tried to strike out, to unseat the banshee rider, missed and lost his precarious balance. Falling on his knees, Ryan attempted to rise again as Larry zipped by and landed a kick on his temple. Willie followed, laughing, and cracked the branch he carried across the back of Ryan’s sunburned neck leaving the struggling jock half conscious, swaying on his knees in the center of the path. Dreams of freedom, of honest, hard working days in the sun, innocently stripped with his hands in the clean dirt, faded as Bobby circled back, pulled up behind Ryan, planted a foot in the center of his lacerated back and pushed him face down on the ground. Ryan lay defeated, dreaming a nightmare, listening to Bobby’s gloating voice somewhere off in the distance. His face, burrowed in the soft soil of the path, wore an expression that defied description. Ravaged innocence, lingering shreds of nobility that only deepened his shame, violated masculinity no longer his own to command, and the primal reality of pain and more to come mixed in complex shades of a single color. He wept quietly as his hands were bound once again behind him and he was roughly hoisted to his feet. He clutched the seat of his jeans with his pinioned hands in a pathetic attempt to guard his dignity and Bobby loved every minute of it, riding behind his captive jock with a knowing smile. ‘Move it Ryan,’ he barked. ‘Please,’ Ryan whispered with no real hope, ‘please, man, let me go home. I’ll do anything Bobby, just, well…let me go.’ Bobby smiled dreamily, proud now of the dried blood that streaked his face. ‘You aren’t going home, boy, but you will do anything….anything I want, anything I say.’ Turning to Larry and Willie, he whooped, ‘To the club house guys!!! 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aquadude2001 on April 26, 2017at 1:08 am
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Over the top! Fantastic writing! Fantastic illustrations! Thank you, Amalaric!Aquadude
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