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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

[SS-426] Underwater Fate


[UNDERWATER FATE]

He was an orphan. He grew up in the streets. He survived by being a pickpocket. When he grew up, he got into brawls. He got into betted street fights. His body became burly and strong as he trained and combatted.

When he started earning a formidable amount of money, he was lured into playing in the casino. He won some and lost a lot. He got into deep debt.

In order to pay for all his losses, he sought for the help of a drug lord. He got addicted to the chemicals that he was trading.

He started becoming deeply entangled into the illegal world of drugs. He was no longer thinking clearly. He started stealing supplies from the drug lord to make more money for his own.

However, the drug lord found out about this. He was captured and tied up. He was not allowed to go. He was sent to an abandoned island owned by the lord. He was locked in a den.

Day in and day out rich gay men would come in and fuck his ass. He was growling and struggling like a mad man. However, he was tight so tightly. There were armored guards that watched him as he was rented out. They fed him daily.

They allowed him to work out to maintain his muscular physique and strong appeal. He was closely watched and everytime he would try to fight back or escape, he would be mildly electrocuted.

When he started getting used to getting fucked in the mouth and ass, he was rented out to clients who did bondage and sadism. He was whipped, flogged, fisted and choked to their satisfaction. He was a tough one. 

One day, before he was to be gang banged by seven men, he was able to get a knife in his hands. He cut his ropes and let himself loose.

His frustration and anger guided his actions. The blood of seven patrons and seven guards stained his hands. He was finally free.

He walked out of the den in his fundoshi. He could not find a boat. The waves were strong. He might be able to swim to land. But what for, he thought. He absolutely had nothing to start anything.


He walked into the water. He let it impinge his breathing.

He was finally free.


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