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Wrong Turn Charlie

By Chained Muscle

Charlie slowly begins to open his eyes to the sound of voices, his head is throbbing, his vision is blurred. He tries to move and quickly realizes his wrists are bound, he’s shirt and pants have been removed and his under shorts unbuttoned.

“What the fuck!”

“You’re awake.” Charlie to turns his head to the sound behind him and is greeted by the old tow truck driver with a raging hard on. It all comes back to him, he took a wrong turn, his car had broken down, he called for the nearest garage, the driver showed up and that was the last he remembered.

The old man pats Charlie on the head, “Don’t worry none son, we just want to have some fun with you.”

The two young boys in front of him are arguing, as the youngest of the two begins removing his shirt. “Pa said I could have this one.”

“Fuck you Billy-bob, I’m taking him first, you get sloppy seconds.” As the arguing continues, the old man shouts, “you two boys be nice and share, our new friend is going to be with us for a bit.”

Nearly crying, “Please, what are you going do? Just let me go.”

The old man just laughs, “Boy, looks like you made a wrong turn.”

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Amazon Agony – Part 3

By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle

Greg was quite strong, and could most likely take whatever the Butus decided to dish out.

ARGH! The whip struck again on the adventurer’s broad back.

SWISHHHHHHHH…WRACKKK! The whip met Nick’s broad back yet again. Again he stumbled forward with a faint grunt. The millstone scratched forward with a lurch. Nick’s legs were magnificent in their increased exertion.

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Amazon Agony – Part 2

By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle

They were indeed worthy captives. But it was the SEAL who caught the head Butu’s eye. He slowly approached the suffering SEAL

As the chief approached the tribesmen fell silent and smiled with pride awaiting their leader’s approval. The only sound was the rasping breath from the throats of the captives and the sound of their boot soles scraping the ground as they struggled to maintain their positions and avoid self strangulation.

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Amazon Agony – Part 1

By Captive Punisher & Musclejock1 of Chained Muscle

The barge lazily floating down the Amazon River could barely be seen through the thick haze. It was night. The journey had begun earlier that afternoon, but the humidity had increased to an almost unbearable degree. The barge was surrounded by murky water, which had become steamy as night descended on the jungle with its dense tropical growth. There was an eerie silence surrounding the barge as it continued down the river.

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Stepson’s Doom

By Chained Muscle

This story was written by Kronmire and illustrated by Amalaric

Colton Murray wiped his dripping brow as he paused in the back-breaking labor of lifting yet another bale of spring hay into the barn loft of his family farm. Just the thought of “family farm” made him wince — his mother had remarried Les Caldwell just a year before her own death from cancer. Now the farm belonged to his stepfather, and since the trust set up by his mother with a large fund for his schooling was also under Caldwell’s control, Colt had to obey the stern, unloving man at least until he turned 25.

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Redneck Justice – The Punishment Cage

By Chained Muscle

Story by slavelabor, artwork by GaryRo

The thugs untied Jason from the wooden frame and quickly reattached the heavy metal shackles to his wrists and ankles.  The chain attaching his wrists hung across his broad muscular shoulders.  The longed haired thug who Jason now knew as Junior and was obviously Virgil’s son marched him from the shed into a field at the edge of the road running by Virgil’s farm.

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