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It started with Mitts –Part 05

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By bondagegimp

Breakfast

I begged him to open the mask again, but instead he turned me onto my stomach and even put my upper arm cuffs back on. I screamed but he just ignored me, turned me on my back again, opened the cage and took it off my cock. Bob sat on me so that my cock was wedged between my stomach and him and only the glans with the catheter was slightly protruding between his thighs.

“I want you to imagine in your mind’s eye how I’m sitting here on top of you and playing with your cock. Describe to me what you see!” I imagined the situation, him kneeling on me with his legs apart, my body wedged between his thighs, the large bulge between his thighs. His body rising above me, looking even bigger from below. His pectoral muscles are more clearly visible from here, as a relief that emerges vividly from his body, which also appears even wider from below.

The shoulders, which stand out as a curve in the silhouette, merge in one direction into the biceps, which virtually spill out of the suit, merge into the broad forearms and finally into his large hands. And in the other direction, coming from the shoulder, I see the strong bull neck with its curves under the rubber leading to the strong neck, to his angular face with the prominent cheekbones, the short trimmed full beard, the short shaved sides and the full black head of hair. Then, of course, the dark eyes that watch me with a penetrating gaze, as if they could see inside me.

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It started with Mitts –Part 04

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Night

Bob released me from the frame and hugged me tightly. He gave me a deep kiss through the still open zipper on my mouth, but then pulled the zipper closed again, even though I begged him to leave it open. He grabbed me by the chain and pulled me into the bedroom. As I shuffled behind him in my chains, I admired his broad back in the shiny black rubbershorty, which merged into the strong curves of his buttocks at the bottom. When he stopped briefly in the bedroom, I took the opportunity to snuggle up against his back. I rested my head on his strong shoulder and cuddled up to him.

My cock, which Bob hadn’t put back in the cage, was stuck between our rubber-wrapped bodies. Bob let it happen, he even reached back and pressed me even tighter against his body – he seemed to be enjoying the moment too. But after a moment he turned around and threw me onto the bed, pulled me into position and attached a chain from the head of the bed to my collar and a second chain from underneath to the leg irons. It was the same position as during the afternoon nap, only this time my hands and feet were much more restrictively bound with the chains and I was also in the rubber suit with the tight mask; not forgetting of course the fat plug in my hole and the catheter…

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It started with Mitts –Part 03

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Preparing for the Night

Whereas before, with only the padded leather cap, I still had the opportunity to speak, even if everything was muffled by the harness, now there was no option to articulate a single word. Even though I hadn’t said anything the whole time, suddenly being deprived of the opportunity to say anything scared me again. There was that sinking feeling in my stomach again. My look probably said it all, Bob gently stroked my head to calm me down, but at the same time held me with an iron grip.

“Shh, calm down. The gag doesn’t have to stay in for long. I’ll take it out again overnight. I just want to protect you from yourself, because I don’t want to hear you talking back when we discuss your arrangements for the night. And you don’t want me to have to use the shock collar either, do you?

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It started with Mitts –Part 02

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Afternoon Nap

It was a short walk from the car to the house. With the bar between my legs, it wasn’t easy to walk, but he just kept pulling on the leash, and I had to limp after him. I tried to grab the leash with my hands so he wouldn’t pull on my neck, but the fist mitts that were locked on made that impossible; I had to let him pull me to the house by my collar. I barely had time to look around the house; he pulled me straight up to the stairs.

Climbing the stairs was even more difficult with the bar between my feet, of course; I had to brace myself with my hands on the floor. Once at the top, he pulled me into the bedroom. He said he wanted to rest a bit after the drive, so he took off my shirt and threw me onto the bed. He took a chain from the top of the bed and attached it to my collar with a lock. It was long enough for me to move, but too short for me to sit down. Now he grabbed my feet, removed the bar, and connected my feet with a short chain, which he then tied to the bottom of the bed. This chain, too, had enough slack for me to bend my legs, but not so long that I could have gotten out of bed. With just a few simple moves, he had me secured to the bed, naked except for my diaper, lying there in front of him.

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It started with Mitts –Part 01

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Prologue

I recently graduated from university, then worked for a year and saved a bit of money to be able to travel for several months. But only very simply. Hostels, hitchhiking – that’s all I can manage. But that’s enough for me. I want to see the world.

I’ve known for a long time that I like men and I’ve had sex with different guys, but it’s never been enough for a relationship. Something was always missing. And maybe that’s because of my hidden side. I’ve discovered that I’m turned on by scenes in films where men are tied up, when I see men tied up, etc. I have found more pictures on the internet that turn me on, men in rubber or leather suits, tied up, with masks, gags in different positions, etc.

But: In my home country, everyone is a bit conservative, or at least that’s what I think. I don’t dare to pursue these tendencies any further, let alone live them out. That’s not least the reason why I want to travel, why I want to see the world.

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The Professor’s Experiment

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter 1: The Experiment Begins

The laboratory hummed with the steady whir of machinery, the scent of ozone and metal thick in the air. Professor Calloway adjusted his glasses, his sharp blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the monitors. He was a man of refinement, his greying beard neatly trimmed, his tailored vest snug against his broad frame.

Across the room, Ethan Carter leaned against the workbench, arms crossed. He was tall, muscular, the kind of guy who once ruled the football field but now found himself assisting an eccentric scientist with projects far beyond his comprehension. It paid well, and the professor was fascinating, if not a little unnerving.

“So, what’s today’s experiment?” Ethan asked lazily, watching as Calloway adjusted the settings on a sleek, gun-like device.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 23

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Chapter 23: The Pit’s Reckoning

Gold Draws – Shadows Shift

By Restrained4U

The pit pulsed, a low hum thrumming through the warm concrete, red lights casting jagged shadows across the steel fixtures.

Leo slumped in his metal chair, mitts creaking, muzzle straps groaning – sweat matted his blonde locks, chastity cage glinting cold between his chaps. Round two of three ticked by, his dulled eyes fixed on nothing. Ryan stood, leather jeans creaking, ass still ablaze from his last beating, boots planted firm on the warm floor – vetoes gone, pride stinging. Marcus lounged in his chair, briefs tight with a dark precum spot at the tip, a king’s grin glinting as he tossed the black velvet bag to Jamie. “Cop’s turn – pit’s waiting,” he growled, voice thick.

Jamie caught it, latex uniform squeaking, tousled black hair mussed under the shine. He smirked, reaching in – cards rustled as he pulled a gold one, white letters stark under the red glow. “Eliminate your biggest threat – cage one player, they’re out ‘til end.” – CROWN’S BANE” He held it up, grin widening.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 22

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Chapter 22: Paddle’s Toll

Leather Stings – Pride Cracks

By Restrained4U

The pit thrummed, a low hum vibrating through the warm concrete, red lights glinting off the steel fixtures like blood-flecked eyes.

Ryan caught the bag, leather pants creaking as he shifted, cap low over his buzzed auburn hair. His fingers brushed the velvet, cards rustling inside pulling a black card – white letters stark under the dim light. “Paddled upside down – roll four dice, total strikes by others, suspended by restraints. Make a noise, draw punishment.” He slapped it down – ROPE’S FALL – jaw tight, then grinned wide. “Pit’s my bitch – roll high, I’ll eat it.”

He swept all four dice from the table and flicked them with a cocky snap. They rolled, clattering sharp – 6, 5, 4, 3 – settling at 18. “Eighteen,” he barked, chest puffed, voice booming, “Semper fi – king and cop can’t break me.” Marcus chuckled low, stepping to the steel cabinets along the wall, unlatching one with a click – the stash gleaming. He pulled out a pair of leather ankle suspension restraints – thick, black, padded cuffs with steel D-rings, built to hold a man upside down. “Kick off the boots and vest, leather – king warms you up,” he growled, tossing the cuffs to the warm concrete with a thud. “Back on when you’re humbled.”

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