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Houseboy

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By Hard Slave

It started with small requests, beyond my job description.  Soon I found myself serving as his personal assistant, picking up dry cleaning, making his dinner reservations, covering for him when he didn’t want to see someone.  The pay was good so I didn’t mind.  Then one day my landlord told me I had to move out, someone in his family wanted my studio apartment.  With nowhere to go, he took pity on me and said he had a room in his basement, complete with an en suite bathroom that he could let me have for free.  Well, not exactly free.  I had to agree to continue my role as his personal assistant in his home.  I’d be at his beck and call 24/7 I realized, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

He showed me the room, it was unfinished with a concrete floor and with no door, it was open to the laundry room and basement stairs.  the bathroom didn’t have a door either and the bed consisted of a twin-size mattress with no frame. But it was better than any alternative I could think of, so I agreed.  He made me sign a lease to make it official, he said, even though I wouldn’t be paying any rent.  I said sure and signed the paper without reading any of it, I was happy to have landed on my feet.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 05

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By PupMax

Author Note: This 100% fantasy story is inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.

A few weeks had passed since the employee appreciation night with new ideas that had been submitted to me and Tom as we began to implement the ideas with a slow rollout to ensure we had the proper logistics, people and planning to ensure proper client success. We had purchased and renovated the drop off and pick up location in the nearby city 5 hours away for the Long Haul Transportation. The renovated building was bare bones for the start since clients would only be loaded and unloaded; and the small staff running the new location would be put up in a hotel until we could full renovate for long term usage.

We put out the advertisement for the service and quickly had a group of six businessmen needing to visit the nearby city for a weekend conference. With the six men we decided to add two more to make it a full trip for the first run; we would get the two other men from the local bar that had hosted the party for us, as the owner had contacted us as a thank you for all the money we had made them that night, but also due to two bar employees not understanding discretion.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 04

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 4: The Day After

Despite being tired, I struggle to get to sleep. I have to admit, I am not really used to wearing a muzzle, bondage shorts and mitts to sleep… Physically, all these things are rather uncomfortable. But the worst thing is that they’re arousing. And I have been aroused for hours now without being able to release myself. But the worst of the worst is Finn pressed up against me, his arm wrapped around me like a predator encircling its prey, with no intention of letting it get away. I actually have no desire to sleep. I want him to caress me, to rub against me. I want to feel his muscular body transferring his strength to me.

But Finn lies motionless beside me. He is breathing deeply. I try to move to change position slightly, but I feel his muscles tense.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 03

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 3: The House by the Sea

The motorbike weaves through the bends of the narrow Swedish roads. Fortunately, the rain has stopped, but the storm continues to rage. The bike wobbles with every gust of wind, yet Finn maintains complete control over the trajectory. I have actually never been on a motorbike in my life. I have thought about getting my licence several times—it would save me a lot of time getting into the centre of Milan—but in the end, the opportunity never arose. And I must admit that ever since a friend of mine from school had a serious accident, the after-effects of which he still suffers from, I have been quite anxious about motorbikes.

But not behind Finn. I can tell he is in complete control of his bike. And I can tell he is not riding to impress me. And yet I am impressed. Everything about him impresses me. Overwhelms me. Captivates me. On the back of this motorbike, my arms clinging to this tall, blue-eyed bloke in all leather, my legs spread and my crotch pressed against him, against the leather of his trousers, I think back to how I ended up here. On this motorbike heading towards an unknown destination, a chain padlocked around my neck. I don’t really have an explanation, other than that I felt the need to accept his offer to put me up and that I felt the need to get down on my knees in front of him when he asked me to. It just felt natural. And yet, even though I am usually a bit reserved by nature, I don’t even feel anxious; I feel calm and relaxed.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 02

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 2: A journey that gets off to a bad start…

May in northern Italy is my favourite time of year. The temperatures are mild, jackets are stowed away in the cellar, but the stifling heat of summer has not arrived yet. And above all, the winter greyness that hides the sun for weeks on end has vanished for good until next winter. I live in a small village called Santa Sofia, a few kilometres north of Pavia in Lombardy. For me, it is the most beautiful region, even if all Italians will tell you otherwise… To give you an idea, we are 45 minutes from Milan, in the Po Valley, the river that crosses northern Italy from west to east, linking the Italian Alps of Piedmont to the Adriatic Sea south of Venice. This fertile plain is where agriculture and industry produce Italy’s main wealth.

But I have not even introduced myself yet. Alessio, Ale to my friends, 35 years old, 1.76 m, 63 kg, lean but muscular. Brown eyes. Thick, bushy black hair, typically Italian. I always keep it a bit tousled, probably because I cannot be bothered to spend too much time styling it. I am reasonably hairy, mostly on my legs and chest. Several guys have told me I should wax, but I am happy the way I am; I like that masculine look, though I will admit I do shave down below—but more for comfort than for the look.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 01

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By ChrisTheHiker

The encounter

This story recounts the relationship between a dom and a sub, and the world they create together. It unfolds in several parts, each divided into chapters. Each part stands alone, so that they can be read several months later without having to revisit the entirety of the previous parts. The world and the characters, however, remain the same. The first part recounts the beginning of their encounter and the development of a relationship that will prove to be intense. All characters are legal adults.

Chapter 1: What have I got myself into?

My heart is racing. I take deep breaths and exhale slowly to try and ease the stress that is overwhelming me. Stress and excitement. It all happened so fast until I found myself here in this isolated house, creaking in the gusts of wind. I am on my knees, sitting on my heels, legs spread apart. My clothes have been taken away; I am wearing nothing but my black Diesel briefs. My hands are handcuffed behind my back and the chain of my handcuffs is attached to an eyelet fixed in the wall. I am still wearing the chain that Finn padlocked around my neck in the airport car park.

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Morning Routine

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By Pup Aros

*buzz buzz. buzz buzz.*

BZZT. BZZT.

I am literally shocked awake. Groggy for a moment, but not long, I wince from the morning routine shock to my neck that wakes me daily. I never get used to that feeling, like someone’s attached thousands of threads to each muscle fiber in my face and yanked them all down towards my neck. Sir has allotted me 5 minutes to gather myself and prepare myself before my cage door opens, and I’m grateful for it. Every night, He shuts the door to my cage. Depending on how well I’ve served Him, I may have a blanket and mattress and pillow. Yesterday, I’d made several mistakes with my protocol, and so for five minutes, I sit on the steel bars of the floor responsible for my fitful rest.

The lock on the cage buzzes, clicks, and the door swings open. My room in Sir’s house is a modest concrete cell. The cage is in one corner across the room from the door. On the wall to the right of the door, there’s a wall-hung cot heavy with straps and the black mass of my sleepsack, which is my alternate sleeping arrangement.

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The Water Engineer – Part 10

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By Piglett

Sunday early.
The surprise of Use.

I hear his voice calling me. I pick up my bag and run upstairs two at a time. He is standing at the top of the stairs.

“Down boy, no speaking,” he said.

I comply and resume being in my low position. I hear him take my backpack and rummage in it.

“Chin up boy,” he said.

I comply. He takes off my woolly hat and puts my new hood on me. It feels good to be inside it again.

“Get out of the tracksuit boy and take everything else off except your thick socks, cock ring and ball strap. Then go over to the table and put on what is there for you. Come back here and kneel in your sub position,” he said.

I comply. I am kneeling in Grinders with yellow laces, chaps over kneepads, old slave harness, thick metal chain and round padlock. I am looking down at his boots. They are still way shiny.

“Walk downstairs and get the things you need to clean boots, put them in the box next to the bottle of piss on the draining board. Bring them with you and run back here boy. Resume the position you are in now. Go,” he said.

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