Echo Grove – Part 01

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gay bondage stories by StormboundI felt some trepidation as I stood before the intimidating façade of Echo Grove Asylum. Behind me I could hear the taxicab pull away, leaving me alone at the gates of this isolated facility deep in the wooded countryside. There was not even cell service to summon an escape ride on my own, leaving no choice but to continue forward into the waiting heavy oaken doors.

Not that I entirely didn’t wish to be here. The strange summons that brought me to Echo Grove still hung I my mind, and I was determined to find the answers to the questions it raised. Inside I found a small austere lobby that matched the old fashioned exterior of the building. I checked in at a small window behind which was a large male orderly. He looked rather intimidating with his well built body and shaved head, his scrubs somehow adding to, rather than subtracting from, his powerful look.

He asked me several questions about the purpose of my visit and if I had made all the requested perpetrations before being admitted into the facility as a visitor and I confirmed I had and was told to proceed through the adjacent door. An electronic lock buzzed allowing me to push the door open to a small open locker room where the final preparations and inspection would take place.

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Luke Riley turns the tables on Nick Moretti

The tables are turned on Master Moretti, and Luke’s choice of weapons is electro! The unit seems to have a million little attachments, and Luke is gonna make use of all the best ones, tormenting the hairy man while he’s tied up and wearing nothing but a bulging leather jock strap. He can’t do anything as the young man discovers the fun of tormenting another man.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 03

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…And with that, the closet doors are shut, the light is turned off, and he is gone.

In addition to your need to piss, the stiffness starting in your shoulders, the wrench starting in your neck, the soreness starting in your legs, and the ache starting in your jaw, you were now drooling on top of it all. And that was annoying you; you couldn’t tell how much, but you could feel it running down your chin and all you wanted to do was wipe it away. Your tongue was useless; you couldn’t make it lick the drool off your chin nor could you use it to help you swallow your saliva. Fuck you, Garrett.

There was no way to tell how much time had passed since Garrett first stowed you in here. It felt like hours. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. And almost as if you had conjured him up, the light in the closet came on and he opened the doors. You squinted at the light ’til you felt comfortable with it.

“Look at you, all drooly and shit. Having a good time?”

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