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Dakota Human Resources – Chapter 02

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By CFlex

Chapter 2 – ‘Prepped for Packing’

Styvers and Holstrom lowered Grant’s ankle mounts until his body was once again pulled into a taut X. Grant’s cock continued to harden against his will like he was 19. He kept sobbing. There was absolutely no way for him to hide what was happening to his cock. Even trying to do long division math problems in his head, which worked in college, wasn’t going to stop this erection.

Jason and Luke couldn’t comprehend what was happening right before their eyes. They had witnessed the ultra masculine former Deputy Alan Grant suck that huge plug into his ass with an audible pop. They weren’t even over that shock before they saw a hose click right into the bottom of the plug. Luke and Jason had front row seats to the leak test. “Just how do they test for leaks – and what fucking leaks are they talking about?” Jason wondered. Then Grant’s belly started growing. And growing. Thoughts raced through the kneeling men’s brains, “NO! What was wrong with these brutal fucks?

Grant’s gut looked like he was pregnant! The prep team was forcing a powerful enema into him. They were enjoying it, too, by their clear smirks as they playfully patted Grant’s distended belly. Then came a bear hug. Luke figured Grant’s plug was leaking. He could see drops of liquid hitting the ground. Wait, that wasn’t a leak! Luke followed the path of liquid all the way to Grant’s face. He could see tears flowing out of his former fellow Deputy’s eyes. He could hear the cock muted moans of agony. “Jesus, please make them stop. Please don’t let this happen to me!” Prayed Luke in silence.

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Dakota Human Resources – Chapter 01

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By CFlex

Chapter 1 – ‘The Operation Gets Some Visitors’

Jason wasn’t supposed to see what he had seen.

He had gotten shit-faced because it was the weekend and he needed to unwind. Driving was a bad choice but he thought it wouldn’t matter in desolate western North Dakota. Who makes good choices when they’re toasted, anyway? Jason was having fun driving on unpaved back roads in his 2021 Bronco. The dirt and gravel were new to him and at first he had a death-grip on the wheel. Then the alcohol got the best of him. Jason got overconfident.

Jason couldn’t negotiate a well-marked, sharp, left turn and the Bronco’s stability control wasn’t going to save his ass. He went straight ahead and got some air. His pucker-factor was at a 10! He landed on all fours going down a tumbleweed infested slope. Jason was screaming “FUUUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK OF FUCKS!” as he careened down the hill.

The derby-worthy ride ended and the Bronco came to a stop on another road – upright! Jason looked up the path he had just made and was amazed he was alive – let alone conscious! There were blue and red flashing lights coming from just around a bend in the road. FUCK! COPS!

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Mounted Cops – Part 3

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Three Mounted Police Stories

Stories Of Different Mounted Cops, Booted, In Bondage And Fucked

3 – Leather Mirror

By Alex Ironrod

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I groaned, my arms chained at full stretch to the walls of the stall, my uniform being cut off my struggling body. What the fuck had happened? I’d only been stationed here in the mounted detachment armory for just over a week and this was my first night duty. At six feet and 200 lbs, I can usually take care of myself. I’d been patrolling the barn, and stopped to admire myself in the full-length mirror by the door.

Yes, the dark blue uniform fitted me snugly in all the right places and the tall black leather boots hugged my thighs tightly. The spurs reflected the light as I bent down to tighten one of the straps, when he struck the first blow across my shoulders. I fell to the floor and a follow-up kick to my balls from his boot really had me writhing in agony. He had me up against the wall, and one thick cuff locked round my left wrist immediately. Then he jerked me upright and yanked on the other arm.

The cuff was waiting – solid, over an inch thick, unyielding, and I hung helpless, as he kicked my legs apart and chained each of them to metal supports in the floor. Two rapid-fire punches to my stomach and face immobilized me further, but my helmet protected my head itself.

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Mounted Cops – Part 2

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Three Mounted Police Stories

Three Stories Of Different Mounted Cops, Booted, In Bondage And Fucked

2 – Trooper Greg’s Story

By Alex Ironrod

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A line of sleek horses passed by, their riders’ firm, tight-breeched asses rising and falling at the trot as I crouched behind the hedge, secretly watching. At the rear was a large black stallion, mounted by a tall, broad-shouldered officer in sharply creased uniform shirt and tie, tight breeches with a thin red stripe and gleaming tall black Dehner boots and spurs – the man I hungered to serve.

It was becoming an obsession. Here I was, a member of the Hunterville Police Department for three years, spying on this powerful Master Sergeant. I was desperate to join his Mounted Unit, to worship and lick the leather of those shining boots, to perform whatever sexual services he might demand. I’d found out what was needed to join the small, mounted troop. I’d had some experience with horses from my summers on my uncle’s farm as a teenager, but I knew my cowboy ways wouldn’t pass muster.

So I’d been taking riding lessons twice a week, punishing my butt on an English saddle and achieving a hard-on, just thinking about getting between Master Sergeant Alex Brand’s strong thighs.

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A Weekend in Sportbike Leathers

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By Pisslurper

I ride a Suzuki GSX-R600.  Sportbikes and sportbike riders turn me on.  I love nothing more than a hot guy clad in sportbike leathers, especially on a hot day when you know sweat is running down his body, pits and crotch—ripe and ready for licking.

A few years ago I had planned on a summer weekend overnight at buddy’s house in a city about 110 miles from the small town where I lived.  This buddy used to be sort of a master for me, but by now our relationship had evolved to more of friends with bondage benefits.

My motorcycle allows no space for gear, just a tiny spot under the seat large enough for a wallet and maybe a toothbrush.  So, the plan was for me to wear my leathers with nothing but a jockstrap on underneath, my racing gloves, boots, and full face helmet.  I would carry nothing but a wallet in the space under the seat.  If needed I could wear some of my buddy’s clothes when I got to his house, but usually I spend all the indoor time either naked or in my jockstrap, and we was planning on going out to the Eagle in our racing leathers.  The two hour ride to the city wound through some pretty scenic countryside, so I was looking forward to the day.  I planned the route out all on backroads, ’cause interstates pretty much suck, especially on a bike.

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Mounted Cops – Part 1

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The Mounted Police Stories

Three Stories Of Different Mounted Cops, Booted, In Bondage & Fucked

1 – Kevin’s Story

By Alex Ironrod

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He was exactly what I was looking for – a broad-shouldered 6 ft hunk, with dark hungry eyes. I was finishing seminars in Boston for mounted police units, and we were touring the Boston PD stables. Naturally we were dressed in our best working uniforms. As Master Sergeant of Hunterville PD Mounted Troop, I was wearing our light tan tailored uniform shirt, tight tan riding breeches, my tall black custom Dehners, which hugged my legs, and my spurs.

I knew I looked good, filling out my uniform in all the right places. He was obviously a stableman, a junior in the ranks and older than most, but his overall was clean and creased, and his boots had been polished that morning. His smoldering eyes followed me, watching how the light slid across my shining boots and flashed on the tips of the spurs.

I smiled and walked over to him.

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An ‘Aggie’ Man and the Texas Ranger – Part 3

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By Alex Ironrod

The sound of the chinking spurs and the thud of the barn door told the leather-bound Aggie Jack Thomson that Ranger Brad Steenbeck was back; he jingled his spurs in response. “Wait, boy, while I get things into place,” snapped the ranger. He heard something heavy being pushed into the open space, and then Brad, clad again in tight black leather chaps, high Dehner boots and different western spurs, came into his limited view.

“Right, let’s get my young stallion ready to be finally mastered.” Jack was untied from the post and clumped in his Dehners, enmeshed in leather from harness to chaps and boots, still bound and gagged, to a padded bench, and then forced down on it. His booted and spurred feet were strapped far apart to the bottom corner of the bench, and his body pulled so that his aroused penis slid into a hole cut for the purpose.

Then his wrists were loosened from around his neck and shackled to the opposite corners of the bench. Two straps forced his chest and waist into the leather-like top of the bench, and the reins from the bit gag were shaken loose around his head. Brad walked around, checking the bindings and stroking his butt and the horsehair tail plug growing out of it.

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An ‘Aggie’ Man and the Texas Ranger – Part 2

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By Alex Ironrod

Something woke Jack Thomson from his troubled doze. He struggled, but his arms remained outstretched, roped. Instead he only succeeded in tormenting his prick, tied to the saddle horn, and his ass hole with its invasive thick plug. Unable to see or hear much through the thick leather of the hood, or to move his hobbled legs, he wobbled in the saddle atop the wooden saddle rack.

The leather creaked and then he heard the ching of those damned spurs of Ranger Brad Steenbeck, whose voice seemed far away, “Wake up, kid, time to get moving.” His penis was released, then his legs and finally his arms. But the Aggie still couldn’t see anything through the leather across his face, and his mouth was sore and dry from the tight gag. “Come on, try to dismount.” Jack could feel Brad’s arms supporting him, as he willed his tired muscles to move, after his all-night torment. He finally slid out of the saddle, to be held by the ranger, who untied the hood and the leather gag.

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