By Marknorth
Part 2
I sat and stared at the screen for a long time. I re-read the old message that was in the pop-up window mocking me. What the hell had happened? How the hell was I so stupid? I reread the last paragraph for the umpteenth time:
Remember when you asked me about those pathetic postings from those other guys who I have locked-up? None of them set a time limit on their lock-ups either. Now they all beg for release. You’ll be just like them soon enough………
By Marknorth
I had been experimenting with chastity for years. I had tried numerous cock cages, but never found a key holder to keep me locked-up. I had been able to keep myself locked-up for weeks and, in one case, several months. But, in the end, I had access to the key and could always release myself. I was usually able to make it to the time limit that I set for myself but, occasionally, I cheated and released myself when it began to get uncomfortable (or when I was too horny to make it any longer.)
By Marknorth
Part 1
The drive was long and bumpy. The trunk soon became warm and I was hardly able to move inside the equipment duffle. I was dreading what was to come. The treatment at their hands so far had been horrible and I knew that there was only more of the same to come.
By Marknorth
Danny had spent most of the winter planning the upcoming trip and as it got closer he became more and more excited. I had to smile every time I talked to him – his enthusiasm was contagious!
I had met him in late fall of last year and we hit it off right from the start. I don’t like the bar scene so it sometimes is tough to meet guys, but Danny and I literally bumped into each other in the supermarket. He accidently hit me with his cart and as I spun around to swear I found myself gazing into the deepest brown eyes that I had ever seen.
By Marknorth
Part 1
I was never much of a jock. Alright, to be truthful, I wasn’t athletic in the least. I had never played any sports in High School – I was too small and too uncoordinated. I hated gym class – it only proved the point and the other guys never failed to point out how inept I was. They hated having me on their team as I was sure to screw up and cost them the game. The football team was the worst at harassing me. They would make sure that I was somehow tackled by mistake every time we played flag football in gym.
By MarkNorth
He is locked in the cage his eyes pleading with me over the top of the gag. His wrists and ankles weighed down by the heaviest shackles that I have; with short, heavy chains limiting his every movement. He is not happy – but I could care less.
It is obvious that he finally regrets his decision to become my prisoner. They never believe that it is for “real” until it is too late. They love the idea of being a prisoner or a slave or losing control – the excitement of the fantasy. So they blissfully agree to sign the contract or lock the collars on.
By Marknorth
I laughed the first time someone called them aquariums. I had always thought of them as display cases but, since the occupants were alive, I guess “aquarium” fit better. I wouldn’t have argued too much anyway, I never wanted to offend any of my clientele – especially in the VIP rooms.
By Marknorth
They had asked me to house sit for them at their new place so that they could take a trip over to Italy and maybe look for a Villa in the hill country. I had house sat for them before and they paid well, so i was happy to oblige.
I was on summer break and didn’t have to start my internship until almost the end of August, so I had plenty of time. John and Tim were partners and had lived together for almost 6 years. They really were a perfect couple – handsome, fit, and (for best for me) wealthy.