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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 02

By StyleMe

Chapter 2: Strange situation

I woke up in total darkness. I was just lying there on a bench that was fixed to the wall, slowly remembering what had happened. I started to panic. I immediately remembered some fetish stories where guys were kidnapped and tortured. I could move my arms. Everything seemed all right. I calmed down and was sure all those stories were fiction.

My movements must have triggered the lights in the room. Suddenly the whole room was lit. I looked around. A strange small room, like a cell. The walls were covered with black rubber. On each wall was a large monitor with a black monitor screen. There was an open door which led into darkness beyond.

I slowly realized my own situation. My mouth felt filled with something solid that tasted like rubber. Something felt strange on my skin, too. I wanted to touch my skin, but I had to learn that I couldn’t open my fists. There were black leather fist mitts on my hands. I could see two small locks fixing the mitts’ buckles. Now I knew that I was trapped. I tried not to panic. When I looked down, I saw that my whole body was fully encased in a tight black leather suit. My head was also covered with a tight hood that smelled like leather. I jumped on my feet but lost my balance and fell to the floor.

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The Fake Slave Boy Project – Part 01

By StyleMe

This is fiction, but also a deep phantasy … (if any Master can make it real, drop a message to the author in the comments!)

Chapter 1: Blind date

Never believe that chatting is anonymous! I did so. Today I know I was a fool and I have to pay for it. I’ve always been an average guy, never very self-conscious. When I was younger I discovered that I was attracted by guys wearing leather and boots. I was sure I would never be one of those guys. I never considered myself gay. I just lived my boring life, wearing jeans, sneakers and common business shirts. I worked at an office for an airline.

When the internet was coming up I started to surf the web for leather stuff. I was drawn more and more into fetish websites and chat-rooms. Now I’m 31 years old. In chat-rooms I was known as a guy that wanted to submit to a Master who would change my life. A man who would force me to become the kind of guy I’ve always admired. It was a deep fantasy, but I also knew I could never change my life in any way. What would the people say that knew me as the guy I was? Impossible! Well, that’s what I thought!

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The Cell

By slaveobjectx

i was in my late 20s when this happened.

After some years of looking, i finally found a Master online who was seriously into caging and imprisoning slaves with a taste for metal bondage. As long as I can remember, i was fascinated by men in chains, behind bars, locked up. Chains and locks have a powerful psychological effect on me that rope bondage can not match. So i could not wait to hand myself over for a five-day, no-way-out, period of incarceration. i had not seen my Jailer/Master in advance but we had spent much time discussing my incarceration and ensuring that i trusted him totally.

So on Monday i went to a quiet deserted street under the railway arches in South London. He appeared on his motorcycle at exactly 10 p.m. Without a word i took the helmet he offered me, put it on, and got on behind him on the motorbike. The helmet had a blackened visor – as a result i could not see where we were going, only the street lights and the rear lights of cars penetrated the darkness. It felt like being kidnapped. Certainly already it led to a sense that I was not in control.

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Safe

By boyryan54

Boyryan54I heard some muffled motions upstairs and then heard the heavy steel door unlock. I looked up between the bars of my cell to see one of my Masters quickly coming down the stairs into the dungeon, carrying a box. I quickly knelt to my knees and adopted His preferred position.

“Hello slave. We have to leave quickly, but I am bringing you some supplies. Think of this like one of the times we have left you for a long weekend.”

He proceeded to place the open box up against the bars of my cell, and I felt my heart drop. I hated when my Masters left me alone for days at a time.

“Yes Master,” I replied, eyes cast down, head bowed as far as the high steel collar would allow, glancing at the thick rings in my nipples, and the word “slave” tattooed on my body above the full steel chastity belt.

“Here are extra of your usual meal shakes, bottles of water, and a gas mask. Your shackles will allow you to reach. Your cell is equipped with a water reservoir for the toilet, and we have some battery power should anything happen. I’m sorry, but we can’t risk taking you out and exposing us. But you will be safe here.”

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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 03

By Hunter Perez

I blinked myself awake, still sore in my chest from the dart that knocked me into unconsciousness. I sat up and found myself immersed in complete darkness, unable to see my hand when I held it before my face. Even worse, I was still locked in the gorilla costume and I felt that I was covered in a cold sweat from being trapped within its tight confines.

“I must be dead,” I said out loud into the darkness that engulfed me. “I remember seeing a movie about afterlife experiences where people walk through darkness until they come into a bright light. But how can I go through the afterlife like this? I’ll wind up at the Pearly Gates and Saint Peter will think I’m a gorilla and send me to gorilla heaven instead of human heaven.”

I stretched my arms out, but my right arm banged into a metallic surface that gave off a dull clunk as my knuckles made contact. I made a fist and banged harder on the surface, creating a vibration that I felt beneath me.

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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 02

By Hunter Perez

The morning drive to the zoo was without conversation. Jock had some abysmal talk show playing on his car radio while Simon sat next to him in the passenger seat bopping his head to the music that only he could hear through his earpieces. I sat in the back seat with the large box containing the gorilla costume, irritated by the babbling from the radio talk show and apprehensive that something awful would happen to me once I was locked in the gorilla outfit.

Jock drove past the zoo’s main entrance and entered the venue through a side gate, where he parked the car and pointed us to a narrow path. Jock quickly engaged Simon in some sort of animated conversation that I could not hear, as I was walking four paces behind them carrying the large box with the gorilla costume. After what seemed like an endless walk, we came to a nondescript grey building where Eddie was waiting outside.

Eddie was typical of Jock’s friends – tall, broad shouldered, powerfully built and very handsome in a preppy manner. But unlike Jock’s friends, Eddie was always very pleasant with me. Whenever I was stuck at one of Jock’s parties, Eddie turned up to offer a chance for cordial conversation, always with a smile and a genuine sense of interest in whatever I was saying. While the cash incentive being offered for this cockamamie scheme roped me in, I was happy to help Eddie because he was always nice to me.

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My Pal Jock and the Gorilla – Part 01

By Hunter Perez

It was one o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was standing on the top rung of a step ladder cleaning blobs of protein drink off my ceiling when the front door of my apartment began to vibrate with a knocking to the melody of “Kung Fu Fighting.” Only one person makes himself known in that manner, and I called out, “Come in, Jock, the door is open.”

The door opened and Jock walked in carrying a large box. A few steps into the apartment, he put down the box and looked about the space in bafflement. “Bingo, what the hell happened in here?”

I sighed and shook my head. “Simon wanted to make me a protein drink, but you know what he’s like with kitchen appliances – the blender exploded, and I have protein drink all over the place. Be a pal and grab some toweling to clean this up.”

Jock dug his finger into a blob of protein drink on the wall and tasted it. “Is this supposed to be strawberry or cherry flavored? None of these drinks truly taste like the fruit flavors they’re supposed to be. And where is Simon? Why isn’t he helping you?”

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Complimentary Bondage at the Motel

By keepmetiedup

The Motel Owner and his Assistant admired their catch. A nerdy twink, probably mid-twenties, confirmed gay, stretched out naked on the motel bed.

 

Yesterday, the twink had checked into the motel. The Assistant, manning the check-in desk, had a hunch the visitor was gay, a hunch the Owner confirmed when he found the guest on Grindr shortly after he went to his room.

That evening, the Assistant — a rather conventionally attractive and charming 29-year-old man — had swung by the guest’s room to “see if he needed anything.” The Assistant flirted with the guest and invited him across the street for a drink. While they were at the bar, the owner rigged up the guest’s bed with ropes and open cuffs.

The Assistant brought the guest right up to the door of his motel room, and there, outside in the parking lot, began making out with his unsuspecting prey.

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