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Morning Object

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Waking, I lift my head as I turn to see you in darkness. Only your breath is heard coming through the micro holes that are in the area of your nose. Your breathing is your only freedom to the outside world.

I see my reflection in the well-shined black rubber that encases your head.

I love when I look at you and see an object. You are not human when you are in the black rubber, making me want you more. This morning, I am holding myself back from just grabbing you and holding you, feeling the cool, slick black latex against my naked skin.

Throwing the sheet off the bed, I see your chest gently rise and fall as you breathe that precious air while under my control. The scent of rubber fills my nose as I lightly touch you and slide my leather-gloved hand down the slick surface of the rubber sleep sack you happily went into last night after dinner.

With my light touch, I have no idea if you are awake or sleeping. As you are in darkness, the thick rubber keeps me from seeing into the world that you are locked in.

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Beyond Solo – Part 02

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As his heart skips a beat from the sudden touch on his shoulder, Jamal screams into the gag, which echoes through the room as a muffled sound. Trying to turn around the layers of tape wrapped around his head makes it difficult for Jamal to turn his head. In total darkness, Jamal is fearful as he doesn’t know how someone has gotten into his room and is standing behind him.

Quickly, Jamal’s secured wrists are grabbed by the unknown individual. The wrists are lifted over Jamal’s head and lowered to the extent of his arm’s ability to bend, settling on the back of his neck. Faintly, there is the sound of duct tape being pulled from the roll and swiftly slapped on the wrists, wrapped around Jamal’s throat. Being wrapped several times around the neck and hands of Jamal, the tape forms a layer that thickens around the 26-year-old boy’s neck, with it slightly tightening on his throat. It hinders his breathing but not enough to make it difficult. The stranger wraps the tape, moving to the end of Jamal’s neck.

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Beyond Solo – Part 01

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A blue glow shined upon 26-year-old Jamal’s face as he was sitting in front of his thirty-six-inch computer monitor, watching bondage videos off the web. Slumped back in his black leather office chair, Jamal had his hand under his Nike basketball shorts of shiny red, gently fondling his manhood as the videos filled his imagination with more and more kinky thoughts.

It was a Saturday night, just like any Saturday night for Jamal, as he was not ready to expose himself to actually living his kinky interests. No, it was safer to be in his room and experience things with his own hands.

Jamal was watching a video of a man encased in rubber, heavily bound, hooded with tubes for breathing, with wires producing electrical sensations to the man’s genitals. It was an intense experience that Jamal often dreamed of. Seeing this action made Jamal produce more pre-cum that was lubing his cock as he stroked under his Nike shorts.

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Reading for a Leatherman

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“Are you the author?”

After hearing the question from a firm, baritone voice, I looked up from my device to see a tall man wearing what had to be his finest leathers. Without thought, I responded quickly. “Yes, Sir. I am.”

As I stood, the Leatherman took one of my books, turning it over to read the back cover. As he read, I took a closer look at his leathers, starting with his boots, a pair of Wesco Boss that went to just below his knees, with thick Vibram soles that I always thought gave a pair of boots more authority. This gentleman wore black Langlitz Competition Breeches with their distinctive quilted design on the knees and hips. A thick leather belt around his waist was slightly covered by the belted waist of his Langlitz Columbia jacket with quilted accents on the shoulders and elbows. While the jacket was zipped up, Leatherman wore a leather shirt with a leather tie knotted at his neck. Black leather gloves were holding and paging through the book’s first chapter.

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Goodbye Leatherman

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ty dehner gay bondage authorIt’s one of those days that feels like a movie. One of those old black and white films that used to be on late at night, as the actors were so dramatic. But their characters had a passion that we don’t see today. Though many never find that passion, I have been blessed to experience a life many would dream about myself for the past year. A passion that fills my heart and my thoughts daily, each morning rising; glad to have him in my life as he displays how much he wants me in his.

Another gray day in the Emerald City of Seattle, I have brought Kane downtown because he and I are faced with a moment we didn’t want to come but was going to happen because one thing we can’t do is to stop time. The damp feeling lays upon my emotions, causing a depressing mood, feeling gray like the clouds outside as they drizzle just enough to fuck up the day’s activities.

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Dore Bound by ty dehner

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A NOVELLA – written by ty dehner

MORNING

ty dehner books about male bondage“Good morning, Sir,” I said as I returned his kiss.

“You are the perfect toy to wake to in the morning.” Noted Rafael.

“I came down several times in the evening to check on you, and I was so excited to see you here, encased and helpless.  It was all I could do to go back to bed.  But you were sleeping so soundly and made me so proud yesterday.”

“I didn’t think I could ever sleep encased like this, Sir. I didn’t expect this at all.”

“I know I have taken some liberties with you, but I hope you know I only do it because I fucking enjoy having a toy to use, and you seem to need this.  You need to be used and controlled, pig, and I am sure you don’t regret anything I’ve used you for.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Speak freely, toy.”

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Eat Dirt

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With the rain falling hard on the roof, this lazy Saturday morning brought back a kink moment from many years ago. Laying in bed, I saw my black 5.11 lace-up duty boots, caked with mud on the soles. I was reminded of a Saturday morning when I was horny and ended up going to the woods on a solo hike, planning a little jackoff session. Back then, I really needed to get away from it all. Work was just killing me, never letting me have time to get things done as well as I’d like. And the clients, a bunch of whining babies that could go to hell for all I cared.

So, when the weekend came, I made sure it was mine! Since I couldn’t find any dungeon to play in, I decided the woods would be the next best thing. While Fall is never a great time to go hiking, it is quieter than normal, with unpredictable weather.

Saturday morning, I suited up in my green old-school army camos, including jacket and black all-leather paratrooper boots. Since this would be a solo hike, I filled my backpack with simple bondage things, like rope, handcuffs, and duct tape. Before zipping up my back, I tossed in a couple of issues of Bound & Gagged magazine. It will help inspire me as I sit in the woods and play with my manhood.

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K9 Mobile Groomer

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ty dehner gay bondage storiesThe summer sun was breaking the horizon as the mourning doves were cooing for their mates. The hummingbirds darted across the clear sky, racing to their next taste of a flower’s nectar. It was morning in the desert. As I left the house, I could feel the slight coolness that would disappear as the mercury moved towards triple digits in the afternoon. I was in my Adidas Superstar Pride shoes, which were nice and white with the rainbow Adidas logo. This is Palm Springs, so being gay is nearly the norm compared to other cities. All the neighbors in my gated community are gay couples, and the city council is all gay. The leather community is just as robust.

It was my daily morning walk, getting out before the heat of the day set in. It was a cool 91 this morning as my Pride shorts and white long-sleeve cotton shirt felt a touch of the slight breeze. Walking to the community gate, I passed a neighbor walking his dog. We waved, greeting each other on this fine morning. He lives a few houses down from me, and I like to watch when he takes off on the weekend on his Harley. In the winter, he wears a nice set of black leather riding gear that fits him just right. This tough biker walks his Bichon Frise with a pink leash and a diamond collar. I always chuckle as it seems just so gay! But he wears his black Harley Davidson t-shirt with pride.

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