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Non Stop – Part 02

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Written by ty dehner

Post Flight

The heavy luggage fell upon the belt at baggage claim as people waited for their suitcases. As I watched the belt move, my mind was still filled with thoughts of my flight. The leather scent was still upon my lips from when Bryan had gagged me with his tight-fitting gloves.

After he returned from the lavatory, he was not as affectionate as he was. He did have me keep my hand on his leathered leg as he maintained his attention on his iPad. Not sure what I was expecting, but having my touch on him was creating a connection between us. That connection ended quickly after landing, and Bryan disappeared into the concourse crowd after departing from the plane. But those few hours in the air were enough to keep my mind going for a while.

As the next group of bags moved forward, I took in that leather scent again. Turning, Bryan was standing behind me. He was closer than normal as he leaned in and asked what my plans were for the rest of the day.

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Non Stop – Part 01

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Written by ty dehner

Flight

Looking up from my laptop, I noticed this burly man for the first time, wearing well-worn brown leather boots, his work jeans stacked on them. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were slightly looser than skinny jeans. The man with a dark beard but no mustache was wearing a black Carhartt jacket over a denim shirt. In his right hand, he was carrying a black Ariat duffel bag as I watched him continue down the concourse with a backpack on his shoulder.

Yeah, I’m a pig that admires guys in the right type of clothing, boots, leather or whatever. I always check what a guy is wearing on his feet. That the wearer seems to be a cowboy or redneck can also make my cock twitch. As my mind wanders while checking these guys out, I wonder if they might be a top who likes to grab a dude and bind him until he is helpless. Or perhaps the guy in jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket might be more submissive. They might want to be taken, gagged, then locked in steel restraints and used for a few hours.

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Matt’s Midnight Submission Slam: The Boss’s Leather Grip

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By Matt Nemo

Aight, picture this: I’m Matt, your everyday NYC grindin’ sub dude, 28, built like a wiry punk with tats snakin’ up my arms and a collar kink that hits harder than a subway rush. Workin’ some dead-end gig in the Village, but nights? That’s when the real party’s poppin’. One Friday, I’m scrollin’ Grindr, horny as hell, when this daddy-type—call him Jax—DMs me: “You look like you need a real man to own that ass. My place. Now. Wear nothin’ but your jock.”

Heart racin’, cock twitchin’, I bolt over to his loft in Chelsea. Door swings open, and bam—Jax is this 6’4″ leather god, beard like a fuckin’ forest, harness huggin’ his ripped chest, eyes drillin’ into me like lasers. “On your knees, boy,” he growls, voice low and gravelly, makin’ my hole clench just hearin’ it. I drop, pavement burnin’ my skin from the walk, but who cares? This is sub heaven.

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Copdar – Sporting Goods Store Strikes Again

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By Cuffsandcops

Earlier this week, I went to the mall to look for a specific item. I entered through a big box sporting goods store. As I walked through the store to the mall, a short, older gentleman wearing a vest marked police on the back, walked down the aisle next to me. I took note of the duty belt around his waist that was lacking any handcuff cases. He stopped at the register near the entrance to the mall. I had a few stops to make and made a mental note to look for the officer during my exit.

After a successful shopping adventure, I made my way back to the sporting goods store. A quick scan of the lower level of the store didn’t reveal the officer I had seen on the way in. I took the escalator to the upper level and the officer was talking to the cash register operator. I headed towards the back of the store and noticed the officer was doing the same after finishing his conversation.

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Lost No More – Part 02

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By OKLASH

At some point, is it ten minutes or five hours, I return to gaze upon the scene. You are slumped in suspension, chin down near your chest. Low sobs and moans emanate from your soul in a cacophony of confusion and pain and despair. I take a moment to savor the sight and sounds.

I step around you, reaching for the coiled single tail that’s been hanging in your view. The thick leather handle feels right and proper in my fist and I resolve to feel it more, that we will do this more. I slide my open palm down your muscled back and raise it to my nose as you flex your shoulders. Your sweat is different when I’m hurting you, it drenches your body in a cocktail of pain and fear. I breathe in your pheromones and this fuel explodes the spark within me.

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Luxury Seating

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By Linc

The boutique hummed with quiet luxury, sunlight fading through tinted glass as Tyler strode in — 28, lacrosse jock, tank top clinging to a sweat-slick chest from a neighborhood jog, shorts slung low on his hips with casual swagger. His damp hair was tousled, his grin easy as his eyes roamed the showroom’s sleek steel displays.

“Weirdest store I’ve seen yet,” he muttered, half-laughing at the thought of furniture this bizarre.

Behind the counter, Liam — mid-thirties, athletic, dark hair swept back — watched him with an amused eye. A black button-up hugged his frame, sleeves rolled high to reveal corded forearms. “First timer?” he asked, voice smooth as silk, sizing Tyler up like a prize.

Tyler chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, just looking. Caught a glimpse through the window — thought it was a joke.”

“Not a joke,” Liam said, grin widening. “High-end build–aircraft-grade aluminum, wheels for mobility.”

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Meeting him for a first time – Part 04

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By Eckie

Option 2a:

‘I have no idea if I will like it or hate it weeks or months from now, but I believe it is the right choice to make, I would be happy to follow your request and be back here that very mentioned Friday 6pm sharp, fully aware that before an hour passed my current self will have disappeared forever and what is left to exist is what you chose it to become.’

He smiled finally. Then he told me that he will decide, an agent will contact me shortly and I should give him all needed authority to begin taking care of everything while I am there and after. I should use the time to say good bye to those I wanted to or just choose to not tell anyone, but Friday two weeks from now 6pm sharp is when we meet again, and because of that, there was no need to remove that chastity either, it would never come off again anyway now.

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Meeting him for a first time – Part 03

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By Eckie

Option 2:

I had another free day, so still enough time and did not worry when he released me for shower and cleanup and made me end up sealed and chained right after again, I did still wonder what he thought of me now that I told him my thought so openly or what he thought in general about it all by now, but I trusted him well, if he was angry or disappointed I was sure I would know.

The next meal, assuming breakfast again, even though the mush and drinks never really changed, was followed by again several hours of frustration in my corner down here left with my thoughts, finally he was back again and this time released me, from the chains and rubber, had me shower and flush and did not tell me to be back in the suit after that. Instead when he returned, he had my initial clothes with him, asked me to get dressed and meet him upstairs then. What he had not removed though was the chastity.

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