It had been hours. I was naked, hogcuffed, ballgagged, with a huge electro plug humming away up my butt milking my prostate after five weeks of chastity. All I had to do was not orgasm until Mark said it was time.
Speaking of Mark, he’d been flipping through the various sports channels, watched a few games, a bit of news, and switched to a sitcom for a bit too before turning back to basketball. All the while, his big feet were all over me. In my face, resting on my shoulders, stroking my back. I was drooling heavily on my ballgag, and leaking constantly through my chastity cage, moaning as he pushed on that gigantic plug.
This was torture. Plain and simple, I thought to myself. Four hours, and I was still horny as hell, fighting back the urge to cum, and I was exhausted. I let out a whimper and a torrent of drool. Mark looked over, taking his feet from where they were resting on the small of my back. He leaned closer to me.
“Aww, whassa matter? Bored? Well I suppose you can’t see the TV…” His voice had such a patronizing tone, the teasing sexy bastard. I rolled my eyes, but mostly my fight was gone. Mark seemed to think for a moment, and then stood up, a twinkle in his eyes. “Got it! I know exactly what’ll cheer you up. Be right back.” He darted into the other room, and returned a moment later with some nipple clamps.
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By New York Cheech
I don’t know how long he left me there. I’m sure it wasn’t for more than a few minutes, but it felt like more. My mind was racing. The pain in my nips and balls had subsided into a dull ache. I was slowly loosing my erection and getting a little depressed. And then the music started. There were definitely high-quality speakers in the room, and I heard a Marilyn Manson album began to play loudly. “…it’s arma-goddam-mother-fuckin-geddon…” The music was both menacing and erotic at the same time.
With the music playing, I didn’t hear him return to the room until he was very near me. I actually felt his energy before I really saw him. As soon as I saw him, my flaccid dick came back to life. He was naked, and this was the first time I was getting a good look at his body. He was my vision of the perfect man. His chest was muscled and strong, and defined by the leather harness that crisscrossed his massive pecs. His torso was covered in fur, but trimmed short and kept neat. His flat 6-pack stomach led my eyes down to one of the most beautiful uncut cocks I have ever seen. He was well endowed, and I could tell the girth could get some getting used to. His balls were heavy and full and shaved clean. His legs were muscular and tan, and he had a serpent tattoo wrapping around his left leg from his calf up to his upper thigh.
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I had one goal. Just one. Over and over again I repeated that one rule, just the one; no matter what, I was not to cum within the next minute. And when that minue was over, then set the goal again for the next minute, and so on and so forth, until my boyfriend wished it.
I was on all fours, naked save for the blindfold tied over my eyes, the ropes keeping me in place, and the steel chastity cage that had been locked on my junk for the past three weeks. Now, this really wasn’t anything unusual, as my boyfriend Mark and I are bondage addicts, and while we’re both switches, I tend to be more submissive. Chastity, of course, brings out my submissive side, making it easier for both of us. Today was my milking day, and I was just so fucking ready for it.
My body was shivering with anticipation and horniness. Mark had said he had a surprise for me, and had left me here blindfolded, what seemed to be hours ago. Whatever surprise he had in store, no doubt it had something to do with my milking, or with bondage, or something fun for one of us. My mind would go crazy with all the wild ideas I could think of, each one making my dick strain in the cage, and my full aching balls churn. I’d shoot my three-week load if I didn’t mindfully tell myself not to.
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By New York Cheech
He was standing in a front of a pet store, looking at the puppies in the window. He took my breath away. Half squatting to get a good look at a Dalmatian puppy, his Adidas warm-up pants were hugging his muscular legs and beefy ass. But his upper body was even more impressive. He was bulging out of his tight white t-shirt. Awesome shoulders, bulging pecs, and an impressive v-shaped back that tapered down to a narrow waist. He was a fantasy come to life. His arms were muscular, and I could see a hint of a tattoo peeking out beneath his tight sleeve (were those handcuffs inked into his shoulder?). He had thick wrists and sinewy forearms. His hands were large, tanned and with a little hair on each knuckle.
His face was just as intimidating as his body. Short cropped hair, a chiseled jawline covered with a five o’clock shadow. His full lips turned up at the corners as he smiled at the pup. He was wearing mirrored shades, which added just a hint of mystery to this fine-looking man.
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Let me begin this story with a simple statement, “I had no idea what I was getting myself into.” Yes, that may seem like a strange way to start but let me try and explain to you what I mean. I am (or perhaps was) a normal 19-year-old just graduating high school and trying to decide where to go with my life. I had already decided that I wanted a break before college. At least a year to get my head together. My best friend Rick and I had been in a b/d relationship for about 2 years. He was the Top as I loved to be tied up and dominated by him. Just the thought of being in bondage turned me on. The longer and tighter the better. I have a good body for bondage. I had been on the swim team for all of my high school years. This has given me a well toned but not overly muscular body. I stand 5’7″ and weigh 150lbs. Broad chest tapering down to a narrow waist. Rick tells me I have a beautiful physique. The only real body hair I have is a treasure trail that drops invitingly from my navel down to my crotch. As a swimmer I had always kept the hair on my legs and crotch trimmed so my speedos would look better. I must add here that I am amply endowed with a 8 inch cock that swells to a full 10 inches when I am turned on. My balls are large and hang low so believe me I really fill a speedo!
Rick is taller and heavier built than me. He has always been a weight lifter so he has an incredible, powerful body. He stands just over 6′ 1″ and when he looks down at me I just melt. He is a year older than me and has always been by best friend, big brother, and finally my lover and bondage Top.
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By Padlocked Slave
I never set out to be a long-distance captive doing humiliation tasks for a strict disciplinarian. For a whole fucking weekend no less. It just sort of happened all of a sudden. And like getting stuck in quicksand, I found after a very short while that I could not escape.
It all started in a rather unexpected way. You see, my big fetish is locking metal bondage — handcuffs especially. But anything that locks really. I’ve spent many weekend hours looking at tumblr feeds and flickr accounts featuring handcuffs and prisoners, often fantasizing of being locked inescapably in a particular set of bracelets. Along the way I joined the CuffClub, a handcuff collectors online discussion group, which is where I first encountered the guy. The site was mostly collectors and law enforcement types. But some kinky people were on there as well.
This guy had posted some pictures of a set of high-security cuffs that were unlike any I had ever seen. They had this special locking mechanism with what looked like a unique key. Sort of like a house key, but for handcuffs. I just had to message the guy about them, and he chatted me up. We seemed to hit it off, and after a while I could not believe my luck when he agreed to ship the cuffs to me so that I could try them on.
But there was a catch.
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Everything has been discussed – we are aware of limits and what each other enjoys, but I do not know the finer details of what is to come. We have only chatted online, and this will be the first time that we meet in person.
The intercom buzzes, signifying your arrival. It is early. I’m still groggy as I’ve not long woken up. All my gear and toys are laid out as requested, and I go and open the front door. No time for niceties, I am taken into my bedroom and ordered to strip.
I am ordered to put myself in my rubber, first shorts, then socks and gloves, then full catsuit. Once this is all on, it’s padlocked closed. This is followed by a gas mask and then I am led to the sleepsack, which is waiting, open, for my rubber-clad body to be sealed inside. As the zips tighten up my body and my arms slip into the internal sleeves, I am now helpless. There is no escape.
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I guess I woke up feeling really adventurous. I got this way every time I deprived myself of relief, and it had been five days since I put hand to cock. I had already decided to spend the day at the beach, but I wanted to ratchet it up a notch, so after I had eaten and showered, I fumbled around in my toy drawer until I found it. My Punisher. I loved to wear this thing, so I slipped it on before my dick got into the mood. Even as I clicked the lock in place, I could feel myself get a little aroused, and the spikes dug into my sensitive head. That quickly cooled down my excitement. I dropped the key in a bowl on top of my dresser. I would not be taking it with me. I’d be too tempted to unlock myself. That was part of the fun, being locked in my Punisher and having no way to take it off.
To make it more interesting, I decided against even wearing a bathing suit. The beach was not officially a nudist beach, but several guys went naked all the time and never were bothered by the authorities. I rummaged around for the perfect sarong, wrapped it around my trim waist, and grabbed my suntan lotion, sandals, and a large bottle of water. I was ready to head out for a day of sun, swim and frustration. I took a final glance in the full length mirror. My hours of working out in the gym were really showing. I could turn a few heads when I displayed my body, and I did really enjoy showing off.
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