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The Journal

by Circusfreak19 on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

Hello again you lovely people! Thank for the great feedback on my previous story, here is the sequel! It doesn't do so well as a standalone so I strongly recommend reading The Circus first (if you haven't already). I've put the entire thing up in one go again so feel free to grab a beverage of your choosing and settle in for a slight darker tale this time...

The Journal Ch. 02

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As I listened to the tormentors in...

The Journal Ch. 09

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

I watched as the Master continued pounding his massive cock into the young culprit's ass. Andrew had stopped comforting Elias with his gentle kisses and was now whimpering apologies into the boy's ear. Elias had collapsed into the boy's arms, leaving Andrew the arduous task of trying to remain standing while the Master slammed into his friend. Each thrust mo...

The Journal Ch. 08

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The Master had Darkie and Blondie bring the two young men to the place where they had fucked and tormented Elias earlier. They were made to stand in the middle of the room facing each other. With Darkie standing behind Andrew and Blondie behind Elias, they slowly pushed the two boys together until their bodies were touching. I watched as their two beautiful...

The Journal Ch. 07

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

All eyes in the room were on the young man tied up in the chair. He was fidgeting as beads of sweat dripped down his face. No doubt he had to be uncomfortable with his young ass impaled on the probe, but that was not why he was fidgeting. "Andrew," the master spoke in calm, measured tones, "you have something to say?" I looked over at Elias. He, too, was f...

The Journal Ch. 06

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

Elias hung from the straps in the center of the room as the Master slowly circled him. A whip with several stands of cloth hung at his side. I had witnessed the Master use this very whip on many members of the island plantation. A few were slaves brought over on boats from across the ocean to help pick the fields, but most were white, young men who were brou...

The Journal Ch. 03

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As the two tormentors stood at the...

The Journal Ch. 05

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

When I came back into the chamber, the two tormentors were with the Master on the other side of the room. The Master had removed his clothes so that he, too, was naked. His cock was at full attention. I was not sure which of the men were going to carry out the next round of punishment on the culprit, but I knew it didn't matter. All three cocks could easily...

The Journal Ch. 01

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...

The Journal Ch. 04

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

Elias had escaped his tormentors by drifting into unconsciousness. I was relieved. Every square inch of his body had been whipped. He had been fucked repeatedly in his mouth and his ass. And his cock had been abused until even a small breath on its head made him wince. With his tormentors in the other room resting up for the next punishment session, I stol...