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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 1

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Getting There.

Master Leach and I arrived at the last light before the road opened up. We were each on our motorcycles. We waited at the red. He gunned his engine, and I gunned mine. We were ready. When the light changed we both floored it.

I got out to a slight lead. As the miles went by I lengthened it. Finally I was clearly in front. That was when I slowed down enough for him to catch up. After all, he knew where we were going, and I didn’t.

I wondered whether I was doing the right thing. I’d seen Master Leach off and on at some of the get-togethers. He had a reputation for being extreme with his bondage. I liked that. I enjoy being physically challenged with bondage. He was a handsome enough guy and kept fit. But there was always this small indication in his eyes and mouth that he could be a hard man. I had a week off from work, and was heading for his cabin in the mountains to spend the week plus an extra weekend with him. I was looking forward to it, but also looked forward with some trepidation. After all, this was a risk I was taking. But I figured life was to be lived, and I’d take advantage of the opportunity to see if I liked being with him.

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What’s Going On?

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I woke up in a small cage. I started looking around, and found that there was nothing else in the room. There was just me locked into this small cage. It was a small room, but bigger than the cage. I had no idea how I came to be here. I was naked, but wasn’t cold.

I started thinking back to what my last memory was. I was riding my bicycle to the store. I was going to get some groceries for this evening’s dinner. I don’t remember reaching the store. There was something different along the way. What was it? I can’t remember.

I try to think back to each street on the way from my home to the store. My head hurts when I try to think, but I force myself. I remember passing the first block. Then the second. There was nothing unusual in the third block. Did I get to Standard Street? No. So there had to be something in that fourth block. What was it?

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Football Season

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By Mister-X/Spartan

My partner and I are both fans of professional football. We share a house. We are also both bondage switches, about the same size. We both played football in high school but were not good enough to be on our college team, and have kept in shape since. A few years ago we hit upon the idea of using fantasy football in combination with our bondage desires. This worked sort of okay, but was difficult, due to the unpredictability of the various players and the various games. We would need some way to add or subtract players during the season, and what with our work, this got to be time consuming. But during the drafting of the players it became clear that I was a fan of National Football Conference teams, whereas my partner was a fan of American Football Conference teams.

One thing led to another, and we decided a couple of years ago to change from fantasy football to inter-conference games to decide who won each week’s match between us to decide who would restrain the other.

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Summer at the Ranch – Part 2

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Finally one of the guys came up to me and took out my gag. Before I could say anything he said, “Where have you taken our cattle?”

I replied, “If you trace whose car that is you can find out who’s doing this. It’s not me.”

That stopped them. Finally one of them said, “Clem, you stay here with this guy and we’ll go find out whose car this is. In a place this small someone must know.”

So I was kept there, sitting on my horse with that noose pulled tightly around my neck. Clem was the guy who first had made the remark about hanging me. After the others had left, I looked at Clem and saw him get a gleam in his eye. He first gagged me better. Then he went over to the other end of the rope, undid it from the trunk, and pulled it tighter. I was barely able to sit in the saddle it was pulled so tight. I was making noise into my gag.

He then came back over to his horse, got back on, and reached down to start stroking my cock. I hadn’t realized in all this that it had gotten hard and erect. While he was doing this, Clem looked me in the eye and drawled, “It’s going to be a little while before the others get back, so we may as well have ourselves a little fun. I just hope nothing spooks that horse of yours. That would be mighty unfortunate.” He started chuckling at that thought. I was sweating bullets at that thought.

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Summer at the Ranch – Part 1

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The spring term at college was coming to an end. We were all looking forward to the summer break. My roommate was from a ranching area, and he had invited me to spend the summer helping out at his ranch. I’d never been on a real ranch before and was looking forward to it.

I was secretly turned on by bondage, but had never let anyone else know that. I certainly kept that from my roommate, as well as everyone else. Even when I was living at home I made sure to keep that from everyone else. My home was on the other side of the country. My roommate’s home was several hundred miles away. I would be riding with him in his pickup.

Finals over, I realized that most of my things would not be suitable to take with me to his ranch, so I rented a temporary storage space and put them in. I was only going to take my few suitable clothes, jeans, a couple of western shirts, underwear, my leather jacket, as well as my normal shaver, toothbrush and paste, deodorant, nothing much. I realized I was going to need to do some shopping to get some more suitable clothes.

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The Bondage Porn Author

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By Mister-X/Spartan

‘His hands were pulled painfully up behind his back and a short chain was attached from the back of his collar to the cuffs. The thin cuffs started cutting into his wrists when they started trying to drop to a more normal position. His shoulders were starting to complain as well. But he couldn’t drop them because he would start choking from his metal collar being pulled back. He had to concentrate on his breathing since his arms were starting to pull back down on their own, forcing that collar to press more and more into his windpipe.

With tears starting to well up in his eyes he looked up at Felix, who had a sadistic smile on his face as he saw the problems this predicament position was causing his latest sub. Felix was fondling his hard cock, pre-cum dripping out the end of that 8 inch long appendage sticking out the opening of his tight leather chaps. Felix started to work his meat through the spider gag that was locked on his sub’s mouth, keeping it forced open. He grabbed the sub’s head to make sure his cock would be securely inserted, ignoring the sub’s feeble attempts to plead to be released from this painful position. The sub’s face was getting a brighter red as he struggled to get air into his lungs. He was resting on his knees and cuffed ankles, and his cock was trying to get hard as well, but was frustrated by the chastity it was locked into.

When Felix saw the tears he said, “quit acting like a baby. I’m giving you what you came here begging me for. Now man up and suck!” He slapped the sub hard on the cheek.

The slap awakened the sub. He stopped his snuffling, tried ignoring his body’s complaints, and focused on satisfying this muscled stud who was his master. He started sucking.’

 

Herb’s cock had gotten hard and was starting to drip pre-cum as he was writing these words, envisioning himself in the sub’s position. He had to stop writing so he could go into the bedroom to put on a condom, lock on that tight collar with the attachment hanging down the back that the cuffs were attached to, bring his hands up behind his back, pushing his elbows against a counter to get them high enough to reach the cuffs, cuff his hands, and shoot off, thinking about being in that sub’s position as his own arms were trying to lower down, cutting into his own windpipe. As soon as he’d finished shooting off he got the key to the cuffs in his fingers and worked it into the keyhole so he could remove his handcuffs and steady his breathing.

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Number 6 – Part 4

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Finally that day’s class was ended. He told everyone to come back the next day for the second day of class. He said that there would be a chance to get some hands-on experience by practicing some of the techniques he’d taught on a volunteer. He didn’t say who the volunteer was, but I knew. It was me.

I stuck around while the students filed out. Number 7 could see me and came up to me. I had several questions I wanted to ask him. He started by quizzing me. “Were you here for the whole session?”

“Yes.”

“So you know some of the torture that you will be experiencing?”

“Yes.”

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Number 6 – Part 3

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By Mister-X / Spartan

After that middle of the night conversation, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a week. I’d been taken back to the gym for my exercises, and had started getting my body back into proper condition. Then one day there was a change. The three guards came into my room again, including the one who had visited me. I was soon being marched, restrained as always, to another room.

I was sat down on a metal chair which had straps attached, and was soon restrained tightly to it. Another man entered the room. The three guards were positioned at the back. My blindfold and gag were removed. When he started speaking I recognized the voice who had addressed all of us. I realized then that this had been a test.

“Number 6, I am disappointed in you. You were visited by one of my guards with a story to test your loyalty to me, and you didn’t report the conversation. Why?”

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