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Monthly Archives: June 2016
The Edge – Chapter 09
By Steellock
Matt lay in his bunk thinking hard that Sunday night. Wayne had been avoiding him; perhaps he had realized that the chance to ‘out’ someone went two ways? Wayne was married, had a wife and young kid living off the base!
That was his way to control Wayne now. He thought also about what Jess had said as they hugged before he left the shop – ‘If you need help with Wayne let us know’.
Pulling himself out of his bunk he headed off to a quiet corner and pulled out his mobile. Jess came on the line and was obviously pleased to hear Matt’s voice. Matt explained what he needed and asked if that was going to be OK? Jess chuckled and said that he would check with Jim but thought it was a great idea. Had to raise more cash for the charity!
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Riley gets whipped
“This is what we call the bullwhip, boy – the single most painful whip we have,” Jared says at Dream Boy Bondage, as he caresses Riley’s body with the braided leather.
The first lash of the whip makes Riley grunt, almost as if his brain can’t quite process the extreme level of pain delivered by the whip. By the third lash, Riley is screaming in complete agony, gasping for breath in between lashes. Then he smells the alcohol that will be sprayed on his wounds and begs for mercy. His pleas are ignored. He is whipped and sprayed with alcohol over and over. Such a beautiful captive, flexing and moaning, screaming and whimpering.
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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 5
By Mister-X/Spartan
Day 6.
After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. Master Leach said that he would be going over to the proprietor’s place to pick up his slave, and he needed to lock me into the cell for the rest of the day and night. So I would be again tightly chained, initially in the prisoner transport chair, then in that cell of his down below. I had hoped to be able to have a day to rest and recuperate, but I certainly wouldn’t be getting that while tightly chained in that cell. My cock started getting hard at the thought.
After all that time getting me chained up, initially locked to the prisoner transport chair and then locked into the cell, master finally pulled my collar back and forced the thin bar through my collar. With the extra leather around my neck from the proprietor’s hood and the huge stiff penis in my mouth, this was a lot harder to deal with. Initially I could barely get any air through the tiny pinholes. Master could see that I was having difficulty, and stayed to make sure that I would be all right. Eventually I was able to get somewhat settled down. The problem is that with that difficulty my cock immediately erupted. I had that extra pain to deal with.
After master left, I realized that this was much worse than the last day and night I’d spent in that cell. I was going to have to force myself to accept it by focusing on taking one breath at a time. It was only when I thought about the position I was in that I would start to panic and my cock would start to get hard. That stiff hood and gag didn’t help matters.
Vigil at the Stonewall Inn
Who do I have to fuck to get a blowjob?
Nobody at Fire Island knows what a gray hankie and a light blue hankie in the left back pocket means.
