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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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Meeting him for a first time – Part 02

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By Eckie

Option one:

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 not even worry yet when two meals later the very same happened again, trusting him pretty much completely anyway and assuming that he still played tricks on the schedule of meals to keep me confused on time or date. But another two meals later I worried then finally, this must be the time when I have to get out and home, given the travel distance and what I assumed MUST have passed by now, we are close to the maximum I could stay here for sure. His short brief words however were the same, shower, clean, get back into the suit and then leaving locking the cell proper again.

I decided not to get into the suit anymore, it must be time to leave, so waited naked for him to return, but he did not even enter the room, just looked through the tine barred opening of the heavy door, seeing me naked and left. I kept waiting, but he did not come back, started shouting for him, but no reaction, hours must have passed, but nothing changed, and by the amount of tiredness I felt, I could not stay awake all the time, I dozed away several times, every time being awake I shouted for him, but at no time he reacted, I wondered if he even could hear me, was he home, even if, was my shouting heard upstairs, a little or at all ? Sitting in a small cell with nothing but a dim tiny light off the ceiling that never switches on or off means I was not aware, was it day, night, today, tomorrow or …

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Meeting Him for a First Time – Part 01

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Note: This story is by Eckie, and it is from his website, Eckie aka Bondagfan. It is being shared here with the author’s permission.

By Eckie

I could not tell what makes this bond special, we have never met, we had some occasional conversations over email, some more intense ones for a while and then again just the rare occasional one. From my side for sure it was fascination, he lived what I a lot of times fantasized about, or to be said better: he allowed his slave object to live what I often dreamed about in wet fantasies, and not just for a short game, no, he lived that for more than two decades already permanent. A Man, stripped of all humanity, made into a permanent rubber object existing only in the small of his master’s worlds, by his side or heavily chained in storage in a small basement cell.

It was a few images of a scenario that just got me going from the first time I saw those and I kept looking at them many times in the years after, and suddenly a longer while ago that very object was contacting me by message, we talked for a while, that’s how I also got to chat later then with his Master and Owner.

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Iron Range – Part 03

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By Linc

The farm was finally quieting down. Harvest was done, irrigation lines rolled up, and the air carried the crisp bite of change. Days still started early, but they didn’t run long. Not anymore. Jack found himself restless. Not from lack of sleep, not from too much work, but from too little to do. So when Ethan asked if he wanted a ride into town, Jack didn’t hesitate. He jumped at the chance, the belt by now as familiar as his boots.

Ethan gave him a look, glancing to Jack’s waist then chin tipping toward the main house in a silent question. Jack just shrugged, and hopped in the truck.  he ten-mile drive went by in a blink. They stopped at the bar around half past six after picking up provisions for the coming weeks. They had a beer each, enjoying the quiet hum of the place. An hour in, Ethan glanced toward the window, then back to Jack. “I’m heading home. You want to stay awhile?”

Jack considered it, weighing the quiet of the farm against the possibility of something—anything—different. “Yeah. I’ll stay a bit.”

Ethan gave a small nod. “Text when you’re ready.”

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Lost No More

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By OKLASH

You crawl in bed with me upon my beckon and I lay you down on your stomach. Your sobs of anguish have subsided to free-flowing tears, and you tremble as I lay close to you. I run one fingernail across the angry welts on your back. “Relax,” you hear me say, “and let go. The hard part is behind you for now.”

This moment is unscripted if perhaps preordained by that part of your soul that still resides in your past, where “freedom” was another word for “lost.”

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Discipline Training Institute Part 5 – The Origin Story

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Fiction by JockBoy

The Punishment Room
You kneel on the cold concrete of Room 101—the Punishment Room. Gray walls stretch around you, scarred and unforgiving. Overhead lamps cast harsh, surgical shadows. Hooks, ropes, whips, and leather straps line the walls; stainless-steel dog bowls gleam on the floor.

The air is thick—sweat, dust, disinfectant, and leather cling to your skin and fill your nostrils. Every sound—the shuffle of knees, shallow breaths, faint whimpers—echoes like a drum of dread.

“Blessed be the fruit,” one of the watchers whispers nearby. The words hang heavy in the still air. It is a ritual phrase, steeped in echoes so ancient it was once used by an overrated novelist in a famous book many pretended to have read when they had only watched the movie. But like everything in this dystopian world, it has been turned upside down. Now it serves as a chilling invocation, binding bodies and wills alike.

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