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Trip to Storyville – Part 03

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By Anaconda in a Cage

Lockup

On Friday morning before work, Tom and Brian woke up early so they decide to play a little before work. Tom wants to try out one of the newly discovered chastity belt functions. Tom plans to make Brian spend the day in the belt getting horny before he fucks him that evening.

Brian takes a shower before he puts the belt on. Brian also trims his pubic hair so it won’t get pulled or soaked in urine and precum while wearing the belt. Brian is ordered to stand at attention with his hands behind his head while Tom applies the belt. As the belt is applied, Tom turns the key once clockwise to lock the belt and then a second time to engage the edging function. The symbols on the belt flash through a sequence and then fade out.

Brian tugs on the belt but can’t feel anything inside while slowly becoming frustrated by the loss of his ability to play with himself. Tom tries the first set of belt functions to see how well they work. Tom lightly slaps the belt over where Brian’s balls are trapped and Brian immediately reacts, clutching the belt over his trapped balls. The ball play also makes Brian half aroused, but no erection is managed as the belt completely blocks it.

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Trip to Storyville – Part 02

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By Anaconda in a Cage

Rope Play

On Thursday, Brian and Tom have dinner plans after work with their friends Tim and Miguel, a married couple living in their neighborhood.  Michael is a great cook and has prepared an excellent meal of Caesar salad, a beef roast, garlic mashed potatoes, grilled asparagus, fresh baked bread, and a homemade pear tart for dessert. After dinner, all 4 men head into the theater room to watch the new “Pillion” movie. After all, who can resist fantasizing about being dominated by Alexander Skarsgard.

The movie is a huge turn-on for all 4 men, but especially Brian as he has been horny since the night before and didn’t get to cum. The BDSM play in Pillion brings up some ideas for the foursome. In the past, all four men had played together a few times and didn’t shy away from talking about their turn-ons with the other men.  As both Brian and Tom have a lot of rope experience, then talk with Miguel and Tim who don’t but would like to try it. Talk of being tied up brings up the new store that Brian and Tom found, along with them describing what they bought there. Tim and Miguel decide they want to visit the store too and get the address from Tom, making plans to visit the store together.

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Trip to Storyville – Part 01

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By Anaconda in a Cage

A married couple, Brian and Tom, are out for dinner in the French Quarter in New Orleans on a quiet Wednesday evening. They’ve lived in New Orleans for years, but they pass an adult toy store that they’ve never been in before and decide to return after drinks and dinner at Pat O’Brien’s.

The adult toy store, Storyville (named after the old redlight district), features a wide variety of adult toys. The front half of the store is targeted toward the more vanilla end of the spectrum and features leather wear, magazines, DVDs, lubes, dildos, cock and ball toys, a wide variety of condoms and French ticklers, male chastity cages, and a range of exotic bedding.

Brian and Tom browse the leatherwear section and find matching leather jockstraps made from the skin of Burmese pythons from Florida. They ducked into the fitting room and found that the jocks fit perfectly, enhancing their packages and feeling great. (Both men have similar cocks, 4 inches limp and 6 inches erect, which present nicely in the jocks.) Brian notices that the mirror in the fitting room is actually a sliding door which opens to reveal the back room of the shop.

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100 Hours in Solitary – Part 04

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By Socalbd

I must have drifted off to sleep as the lights turning on woke me up.  I was on my side facing into the cell and the sudden bright light coming on brought me out of my sleep.

There were sounds within the facility.  A door that opened and closed.  A toilet flushing.  Someone walking heavy in the hallway.  Then silence.  More silence.

The pod door opened and the guard entered with breakfast.  It was a repeat of yesterday.  Another meal of protein bar, banana and dry cereal.  The cereal was in a box likely from a mixed set of kid’s cereal choices sold at Costco or Sam’s Club.  Other than the banana and peanut butter sandwiches, almost all the food was pre-packaged items.  Again, very little expense was put out for this inmate’s survival.  It was the bare minimum.  Thoughts again came to me of my being warehoused.  Nothing was to be provided to me that would be considered beyond sufficient.

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100 Hours in Solitary – Part 03

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By Socalbd

When the lights came on, I woke up.  The bright glaring light was impossible on this morning to ignore.  There was talking from the hallway I couldn’t make out.  At least two people were having a conversation.  I heard steel doors open and close.  And then it went quiet.  Being in solitary means being ignored.  Whoever they were they had to know someone was on the other side of the door.  But they didn’t care.  I was just an inmate in solitary.  No need to worry about me.  No need to check on me.

The pod door opened and a guard entered.  He sat a bag of food on the flat steel food slot of the cell door and then left the pod closing the hallway door.  No conversation.  No exchange of the bag from the dinner meal the night before.  Just a delivery to be made.  A banana, protein bars, and a box of dry cereal were in the bag.  The first meal that didn’t include a peanut butter sandwich.

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100 Hours in Solitary – Part 02

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By Socalbd

I woke up every couple of hours.  At some point when I was awake for a few moments, I saw a sliver of light in the pod coming from an air vent on the outer wall of the common area.  What time it was I couldn’t tell.  I assumed it was early morning, but I didn’t really know and rolled over and went back to sleep.

I woke up when I heard the pod door open. The lights had been turned on at some point.  The guard was back and ordered me up.  A bag was in his hand.  I remembered to grab the bag from the night before and we switched bags.  He walked away.

Breakfast was a peanut butter sandwich and a banana.  Prior to the experience my friends and I discussed food as punishment as part of the experience.  The topic of having the same meal in succession over and over again came up.  This was the start.

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100 Hours in Solitary – Part 01

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By Socalbd

This wasn’t an experience that was suggested to me.  It’s something I wanted to do.  Paid a fee to rent the space.  Enlisted some friends to join in as fellow inmates and guards.  Arranged for five nights and six days to be in isolated solitary confinement.

100 hours is what it ended up being.  100 hours with limited human interaction. 100 hours of time locked up primarily in a 7-by-7-foot cell.  100 hours of nothing but the walls, the bars, the steel bunk and my own mind to keep me company.  No books.  No magazines.  No cell mate.  Just the sounds of the prison periodically traveling through the HVAC ducts and even that was limited. Hours upon hours of silence other than the gentle humming of the air through the vents.

Why?

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 15

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By Sorbus

My car idled, motor humming ever so slightly. The solid gate stood before me, not yet open. 4:42. Three minutes remaining. Cell signal wasn’t strong enough to send a text, not that I would have done it anyway. I was pretty sure it was rule number 2 or 3, maybe 4?, of being a ‘boy’- it’s Sir’s time that matters. I’d been sitting there for about 10 minutes, actually. Thankfully traffic had been minimal, because most of the weekend glampers hadn’t gotten off work yet, to clog the highway with their RVs and trailers.

My fingers tapped along to the beat of the music, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel. I look over to the passenger seat, for about the 20th time. Yep, my overnight bag was still there. I’m not sure I was surprised or not, that he’d told me to only bring one change of clothes- for Monday morning when he ‘released me’ back into the world that would be carrying on while we. . . did whatever he had planned. And there had been plenty of dropped hints about all the things he’d had planned!

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