A BLUF Slave

By Rubrpig

As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years. 

Aaron wandered around his apartment as he was feeling puzzled and anxious, but he could not put a finger onto why he was feeling that way.  He went into the spare bedroom where he stored his leathers and boots.  The gear he wore the previous night was on the bed where he put it after getting home from the bar the previous night.  He grabbed the leather cleaner and wiped down his Langlitz breeches and jacket and hung them up.  Then he cleaned his long-sleeved uniform shirt and tie, then his heavy leather jock.  Finishing by wiping down with a rag soaked with boot grease, he put his Wescos away.

Still puzzled by what he was feeling he wandered into the living room and grabbed his laptop.  Logging into a couple of sites including BLUF and RECON.  He noticed that he had a message from a leather Sir that he had been chatting with on BLUF for a couple of years.  He read the message, and it was the same message that this guy had been sending for some time, that he was a pretender as a SIR and that he should be true to himself and admit that he was not a SIR but a slave.  He sat there and thought about the message and then noticed that the sender was on-line, so he replied to the message.

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My Pal Jock and the Cure for Insomnia

By Hunter Perez

It was a little after one in the morning and I was stretched out on my living room couch watching a cable television channel’s marathon of “The Monkees” episodes. My insomnia had gotten out of control and this was the easiest way to stay comfortable while sleep remained elusive. To my surprise, my phone rang – it was Jock calling.

“Bingo, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?” Jock asked.

“How did you know I was awake?” I asked. “And why are you calling me? I thought you were in Hawaii doing a photo shoot with some surfer boys.”

“I left Hawaii a day early and my flight got in about 30 minutes ago,” he answered. “I’m at the gas station across the street from your apartment building and I can see your living room light is on. I think you’re the only one in the building who is awake at this hour.”

I looked out the window and spotted Jock standing by his Mercedes at the gas station. I waved to him and he waved back.

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The Ashtray

By Rubrpig

As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, and a locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.

Roger was sitting in front of his laptop getting increasingly frustrated as the code he was working on just wasn’t working out.  Sighing, he stood up and stretched.  As usual when working on coding at home, he was wearing a heavy leather jock strap and a fully body harness.  To add some incentive, he had put on a pair of eagle talon nipple clamps and a 1-ounce weight on each clamp just to make sure the clamps dug in deeper into his pierced nipples.  He looked around his apartment and decided what he needed to do was get out and relax.  He quickly logged onto the Eagle’s website to check out what was happening there and saw that it was a Leather and Cigar night.

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