The Containement of Testosterone

Punishing young men took up a huge amount of resources for frontier folk.  Keeping them in the best shape for work, keeping their male urges in check and punishing them when they didn't.  The young male labour force created the West, but only under the liberal use of the whip and the liberal use of muscle from the older guys.  More severe correction was often needed, in dark places which no-one spoke about, since it was also deemed a waste of energy for a young male to spill his seed needlessly.  Everything had to be channeled into muscle energy, and the young guys were taught this in the only way they understood ? the infliction of pain on their burgeoning masculinity

Whipped Cop

it wasn't the pain, he could take that. It was what they were doing to his manly, beautiful body that tore the guts out of him.  He'd been building his physique up for years.  He loved it, women loved it, and he flaunted it in front of men.  Men were now destroying it, and they'd only just started

 

A Very Bad day for Robin

Day 1 of my Summer Vaction by garyRo

Gangbanger's (Newark New Jersey)

GaryRo's cross country trip journal

Like many American's I thought it nice to spend some time traveling across the U.S. from east to west coast. I took most of the month of June starting in the east and working my way through America's heartland to Los Angeles. Unlike most American's and their families I could give a fuck about historic sites, I was far more interested in visiting and partying with my favorite Gangbangers along the way. Of course I documented my trip to share with my friends at Chained Muscle.

To be honest I kicked off my journey in New York City but my first stop was in New Jersey where I hooked up with some old friends in Newark, hadn't seen these guys in a few years, but they sure treated me to a great night.

Next stop the city of Brotherly Love (so correctly named)

Stinging Pecs

yeah he's getting it, as he knew he always would

`yeah go on Reece` another smack tears into his chest

`ahhh yeah, you fucker, give it to me`  CRACK

`ahhh you bastard` CRACK

`ahhhhhh, fuck Reece, you're good mate`  CRAAAACCKKK

`awwwww, oh Reece`  CRAACKK

`awww mate you got me where you want me`   CRAAAACCKKK`

`awww fuck mate I built up this body for you mate`   CRACK

`awwwwwww yeaah, destroy me you fucker, it's all yours`  CRACKK

`give it to me`   CRACKKK

`it's all for you mate`   CRACCKKKK

`destroy me mate, destroy me`   CRACKKK

`aww mate, I'm never gonna compete again after this`   CRACKKK

`I'm finished, and you're the guy who did it` CRACK

`aww mate yeah, lower that waistband`  CRACKK  `AWWW!!!!`

Reece turned him round and said `That was just for starters buddy.  Now for some real fun.  That back has been waiting ten years for this`   SMMMAAAAACKKKKK

Basement Beast

Lashed Up On A Saturday Night

The boss loves him, but can never show it.  The only thing Tim Douglas understands is the whip.  He takes it like a hero, egging his boss on. `Go on Mr Sampson, give it to me, harder, I've been slacking this week ...OH YEAHHH... oh sir, that's it .....OH YEAAHHH`   The whipping sessions at the back of the aluminium yard, usually on a Saturday evening, after the yard closed.  It's all both guys live for.  Mr Sampson's pulse races each Saturday morning at around 8 when he hears Tim roar thru the front gate on his gixxer thou, stunting around and spinning up the rear wheel, shirtless and in only in his denim cutoffs, boots, gloves and lid.  He skids to a stop in front of the boss's window, gunning the motor, his legs spread wide on the big Jap bike, grinning at him thru his dark visor.  Finally he'll kill the engine, pull off his helmet and look at the boss.  Sampson will say `One of these days you'll throw that bike down the road Douglas, and that pretty body of yours will know all about it`.  `Well, I guess making me know all about it is what you're gonna do to me later on tonight, ain't that right Mr Sampson?`  `Get to work you dog, I'll sort you out later`  Saturday always passed slowly for Sampson, as he counted the hours til 6pm.  In the afternoon at about 3 he'd get eaten up with jealousy when Tim's girlfriend flounced into the yard.  Douglas would always make a fuss of her, stroke her back and arms, hold her close, and look up at the boss's window to check he was taking it in.  He'd see Sampson's steely stare through the glass, and knew he was working him up for a thrashing.  `Am I gonna see you tonight baby?` his girl would ask `You know I can't babe` Tim would always say `Gotta work late for Mr Sampson.  He puts the bread on our table for us and our little Timmy`