“Bondage” is the name of sdspitbull’s bdsmlr page, which features a combination of his collated stash of bondage imagery, plus many of his own play pics and videos.
Find sdspitbull on bdsmlr by clicking here. He migrated from Tumblr after being banned from that platform.
Also check out sdspitbull’s husband, Dart, on Twitter, ismyguy and on his own website, sirdart.com.
By Taurus
Like James, I too have a confession to make as this story’s messenger – not an author; I can neither confirm nor deny its fictitious nature.
I have no idea how to properly convey the passage of time in its whole – its significance, its poetry, its aesthetic. I struggle with passing a few hours, let alone the months I seek to skip over.
Forgive me for skipping so much time. I do not want a story that has more chapters than days in a year, that takes more time to read in its entirety than a dictionary, or an encyclopedia.
In any case, it simply is impossible to come up with so many original ideas to fill out each and every day of the year, which applies to James’ guards and handlers to arguably benefit, not detriment.
At times, the most profound epiphanies and most powerful destructions are achieved through repetition alone.
One could make use of silence and let it sit there, unchanging. Get that, and pile on ad nauseum.
Well then.
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By mmmpppfffhhh
Author note: I was inspired to write this story when my (late) friend Maurice (Jim Stewart) of Fetters told me about a straight married couple who liked tying up Malcolm in dive gear. I modified it so the gender of the narrator is unstated; you can imagine whomever you want!
[WARNING: This is a work of fiction; do not attempt to copy or re-enact the fictional activities described]
All through the day he knows he’s facing a whole weekend being kept helplessly tied up, the whole time dressed in thick smelly rubber from head to foot. And he knows that as soon as he comes in, it will start.
It’s the same every time, but no matter how often we do it, until he’s actually all kitted up and secured in bondage, we’re both pretty nervous. But all the “getting ready” is very sexy too. It’s got a lot to do with seeing a big fit confident man like him progressively turned into a submissive heavily-controlled rubber prisoner.
So on Friday afternoon, as he pulls up in his work van, he waves to me, comes in, puts down his tools and goes straight up. He knows he has no choice, even though what’s going to happen to him is what we both want.
He strips in front of me, glancing nervously sideways at me and the pile of rubber dive gear on the floor, which he knows he’s going to be put into. He’s blushing furiously. He stands naked in front of me, looking down at the floor with his hands behind his back. He’s very aroused, and if it wasn’t for the chastity device I keep him in, he would have a rock-hard erection. As it is, his locked cock is sticking out stiffly like a bulging doorknob. I can almost hear his pulse pounding.
A masked man assaults a captive jogger’s tight, virgin asshole. He uses his finger first to lube and loosen it as the young man squirms and grunts, trying to cope with the invasion. Then the man uses a large dildo, slowly working it into his tight butt. The young athlete struggles and moans, his legs trembling, his toes wiggle, he whimpers pitifully through his gag as he tries to escape the invading rubber dick.
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This of this update: Jogger in Trouble – Part 4
By Taurus
Day 30, as Russell said, was James’ checkup, the first of many to come in 30-day intervals.
To James’ surprise and joy, it was Russell who stepped into his cell when he awoke. Before carrying on with the regular proceedings, they exchanged smiles.
Once James was cleaned up, he expected the fist mitts to come back on, but they did not. Instead, he was fed a shot glass of water and a small pill before a bed on wheels with side rails was wheeled to the cell door. It was able to tilt up slightly at the halfway point to turn into a recliner. At the moment, however, it was flat like a normal bed.
From a pouch, Russell produced the blindfold and ball gag he was all too familiar with, and James meekly accepted them. He was laid out more or less in a neutral, face up position, with each limb tightly bound to the side rails using institutional restraints. For added pain and immobilisation, each of his nipples had a strangely heavy clamp applied to it, and a rather tautly pulled chain connected it to the corresponding side rail.
