Two boys wrestle in tight singlets. The match is sweaty and close, until one of them is pinned. The loser still has no idea what comes next. The singlet peels off. He’s left bare, then stuffed into a slutty little jockstrap that barely holds him. Blindfold. Hands bound tight behind his back. Ankles tied together. When the cloth lifts, he sees it: two fat buckets of gunge, waiting. The winner pisses into one of them, slow, right in front of him. Before a drop hits his skin, the winner bends him, fucks his ass while he whines, then seats a plug so nothing gets away. Then the first bucket dumps. Cold, thick slop sheets over his head, his chest, his thighs, soaking through the jock until it’s heavy. When that bucket’s almost gone, the loser is on the winner’s cock, a proper, sloppy blowjob, mouth working while he’s still dripping. Half the second bucket pours over his plugged ass. He has to arch it out, slime running down the cleft and over the plug. The rest hits his head, his face, his open mouth. The winner cums on the gunge already pooled at the bottom. Last line: good luck getting out of that. Left alone, the loser slips and thrashes in the slick, slimy tub, writhing against the ropes, trying to work his wrists and ankles free while the mess keeps him sliding, filthy, and stuck.

Thomas heard about a new club. Great music, very LGBTQ+ friendly, and supposedly full of hot guys. He is excited, but also a bit nervous. He recently discovered his kinky streak and heard he might find some like-minded guys there. He puts his new chain collar around his neck and locks it with a padlock. Then he puts on his zip-up sweater and closes the zipper, so no one will notice the chain on the street. In the club, he enjoys the music and dances by himself. Then he spots a hot couple, Henry and Samuel, making out. He can’t take his eyes off them. He cannot believe it when the two approach him. They look very self-assured. Henry smiles cheekily at Thomas, runs his hand over Thomas’ chest, pulls him in and kisses him. Samuel joins in and kisses Thomas too. Henry and Samuel want more, and Thomas is all too happy to follow. Henry knows the club. He leads the other two down a dark corridor and into an unlocked storage room. There is a bed. The three start a steamy threesome. They explore each other’s bodies, kiss and suck each other. Henry and Samuel take the lead, and Thomas follows. Something strange happens. One moment Thomas is wearing his own clothes; the next, he finds himself in Henry’s clothes. One moment he enjoys getting his cock sucked; the next, he has two cocks in his mouth. Is he dreaming? Is he losing track of reality? The music, the light and the three men’s bodies blur into each other. It all culminates in a raw, steamy fuck. Back home, Thomas is exhausted, overwhelmed and satisfied. In front of the mirror, he opens the zipper of his sweater. A black leather collar is fastened around his neck. He wants to take it off, but realizes it is locked with a padlock. What the fuck? His phone buzzes. He opens a short video from Henry. Henry holds up the key to the camera. “I hope you liked our little encounter. I’ve got something for you here. Want to meet again tonight?” Thomas smiles. “I sure do. And you guys will pay for this.”

I wake up with no memory of the night before, naked on top of the sheets, already wearing an anal vibrating plug. I don’t know what it is or how it got there. My phone shows I’m about to be late for a job interview. I try to pull the plug out, but it’s stuck. There’s no time. I get dressed in a rush, take a quick piss, and forget to zip up. I make it to the office just in time. I shake hands with my new boss, sit with my legs spread, and start the interview. Standard questions: “What are your weaknesses?” I answer that I don’t work well under stress. Someone starts activating the plug through a remote app. At first I pretend I don’t feel it. Then the vibrations get stronger. I grow flustered. My voice cracks. Soft moans slip into my answers. I can’t help rubbing my cock through my pants. It hardens, pushes against the fabric, stretches my underwear, and finally slips out through the open zipper, standing fully erect. My new boss says they can see my dick. I apologize, calling it embarrassing. They tell me to pull my pants down or they’ll call security. I obey. When I bend over they see the plug. I explain that I woke up late and that someone is controlling it. They ask if it vibrates too. I say yes.

They tell me to jerk off. If I refuse, I’m out and my future career is ruined. I stroke myself and cum in front of my future boss. I still get the job.

Shawn a passé beaucoup de temps à chercher un véritable maître capable de prendre le contrôle absolu, et quand il a finalement trouvé Thomas, il a découvert un dominant qui était plus froid et bien plus sadique que tous ceux qu'il avait connus auparavant, exactement le genre de possession qu'il avait toujours désiré. Sous la férule de Thomas, Shawn est maintenu dans une contrainte extrême et un bondage lourd, souvent enfermé en cage de chasteté et équipé de pinces à tétons, subissant de violentes fessées et des coups de cravache, des gifles sèches au visage, des bâillons serrés, une électrostimulation intense et un contrôle strict de ses orgasmes, tandis qu'il est sans répit humilié et reçoit constamment des crachats au visage. Parfois, il est laissé ligoté et entravé, et Thomas le marque en éjaculant sur ses fesses comme s'il prenait possession d'un bétail. Même quand l'intensité et les souffrances grandissent, Shawn reste profondément consentant, embrassant chaque moment dur et avilissant car tel est le maître, et l'abandon total, qu'il a délibérément recherché et continue de désirer.

Thomas remplit toute la pièce de ballons massivement surgonflés. Ce soir n'appartient qu'à lui et à ses amants en caoutchouc. Il les gonfle, les embrasse, les lèche, s'assoit dessus et les baise comme s'ils étaient ses petits amis. Il pousse plusieurs ballons au-delà de leurs limites jusqu'à ce qu'ils explosent dans ses mains. À la fin, il fait éclater chacun d'eux, sauf le dernier. Il éjacule partout sur ce dernier ballon, puis le fait éclater juste après.