From ChainedMuscle site
‘Please, SIR… Yes…you are correct, SIR, I fucked up a lot last year. No SIR, I swear…I will do better in 2013, SIR…please! Yes SIR, I deserve to be punished. Yes, I realize that SIR…I understand…do whatever you want to me, SIR. My attitude will improve SIR, I swear and, yes, I can and will work harder after you have taught me a necessary lesson. Yes, SIR I understand and will obey… There are consequences for misbehavior and I will face those like a man. Ready, SIR…’
Another one, they were all disposable objects. The women had been at him - his cock was semi-hard and dripping. Now a man would have his fun with him. Tariq slashed his whip across the young soldier’s chest, nearly at his throat. He barely made any sound, but flinched and looked away. Tariq’s aim was perfect. He lowered his whiplashes half-inch by half-inch. The soldier stayed quiet, but on the eighth stroke the whip went right across both nipples and he screamed out. Tariq laughed but carried on slowly lowering his aim. The sixteenth went across his navel and the soldier buckled up as far as his bound wrists would let him. Tariq’s eyes flashed. He knew his soldier was now in pain. His next stroke went slightly lower and at the twenty-first stroke the whip wound round the young man’s pelvis. The end gave a higher smack note as it kissed his left arse cheek. The soldier tried to keep silent but burst out with a groan as the sting racked his body. `That feels good doesn’t it soldier` said Tariq and he repeated the stroke. The whip was at the level of the man’s pubes, and Tariq lowered the next one slightly lower. It caught the man’s cock, which was still semi-hard. It flicked his cock violently upward, and more drops of spunk flew off his cockhead. The man was looking away. Tariq moved to the left side of the soldier and started his strokes again from the very top of his chest. The man squared his stance and flexed his body as the whip travailed slowly down his naked bleeding chest. When it reached his pubes again he was still semi-erect, and spunk was drooling from his pisshead, swinging in time to the whiplashes. Tariq went up to the guy and took hold of his cock. It went hard in his warm hand, and Tariq grinned at him. `You’re loving it aren’t you you sonofabitch` he said to him. `I could say the same to you you bastard` said the soldier. His eyes met Tariq’s and his lips were apart. Tariq grabbed his head and kissed him. The soldier made a stifled grunt of protest, and tried to force his head away. Tariq continued to hold him and enjoyed the invasion of the soldier’s face. He was still holding his cock in his left hand, and he felt it throb. The soldier came, and warm jizz ran down Tariq’s fingers. He pulled away and laughed, as the soldier dropped his head and started to sob. Tariq resumed his whipping. The man broke down in shame. Tariq smacked the lashes across his groin and watched the soldier’s semen continue to dribble and flick. This guy was special. He undid his shackles and pushed the cuffed man down into the special holding area. He joined three other captives. They all showed ability to take the whip, and respond to it in ways Tariq or his men liked. If they took the whip, they could take other things. There was plenty of boy fun to be had down here. One guy was taking juice to his balls. This was where Tariq and his men relaxed
Tommy was a typical handsome college stud, frat boy, arrogant, and an all around dick wad. Just the kind of ass wipe I always hated in college. Tall with bright blue eyes he got any chick he wanted, how I got stuck with this worm for a room mate I’ll never know, in fact his only redeeming qualities as far as I was concerned was he made good eye candy and the fact that he dealt drugs (far be it from me to complain about free pot).
I eventually changed room mates, Tommy’s drug dealing was consuming him and I didn’t want to get caught up in his shit. One day Tommy just disappeared, I figured he got busted, someone told me he was skimming profits from the Russian Mob, who knows the truth. I’m sure he got what was coming to him.