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The Man That Changed Me – Part 02

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By Tigerkey

I fell asleep in the sack, and he gently shook me awake and said it was time to come out. I said, in a sad tone, ‘OK’. He laughed and I got let out. He could see I was still in sub space and asked if I needed anything? I asked for a hug, not sure why.  He put an arm around me, and I just felt safe and needed to be held. After I could think again I said I that I needed to sleep, so he moved the sack to the side and covered me and I slept with a smile plastered to my face.

The next morning, he asked how do I feel? I told him the truth, that I wanted a lot more of that and was shocked when he said I could, but if I moved in with him he could do more and more. I said that I was going to have to think about it and wanted to find out, with a clear head, where I wanted to be. He said that was OK. He said that he had always wanted a sub for long term and not just trying out things.

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The Man That Changed Me – Part 01

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By Tigerkey

I have always been in ways interested in kink, but I never knew anything other than the stories that you can read online, and never knew how these stories could ever become real; so I went online to try and find a way to find out for real.

So here I was, chatting to people that never seemed real, or interested in anything other than chat, so they could wank off just by the chat etc. So, I gave up mostly then. There was a guy I had been told was honest and looking for a playmate. I messaged him, not sure what to say or how to start things off.  So, I sent a ‘Hi’ and said that a couple of guys on here suggested I ask if he was interested in chatting to someone that hadn’t got a clue, and was interested in trying new things. So we started chatting about what sort of things that I had tried, or thought about trying out. I gave him a brief on what I had and hadn’t, that sort of thing.

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My Pal Jock and the Chastity Belt

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By Hunter Perez

My pal Jock is the most beautiful man in the world – or, at least I think so. He stands six-foot-five and has wavy reddish-blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and the body of a muscle god. His voice is deep and soothing, and he’s been successful at everything he’s done.

I’m the exact opposite of Jock in terms of presentation and pursuits. We also have very little in common regarding life experiences or interests. Still, we’re the best of friends. I sometimes feel that his devotion to me is because of an uncharacteristic action on my part – I saved his life the first time I met him. (It’s a long story, which I’ll share with you another time.)

And while I cherish him as a friend, I freely admit that my bond with him has a foundation in unrequited lust. He doesn’t feel that way about me, but I’m fine with that.

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Cycles of Discipline – Part 03: Stretching

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By JoxMau

We walk home the long way.  I look at my watch and see that it is a little past 11 pm. I assume you want us to get home and start my enduro-slavery as close to midnight as possible. I tell you as much. You laugh and tell me it is a good thing that I will be doing a lot less thinking soon because I am only half right. You tell me that you also wanted me to walk off the pina colada, since he wanted me sober as well. I tell you that you know that I am not a lightweight. You smile at me wickedly like you have been doing for weeks now. However I really could not figure out what you were hinting at. I was about to ask and decided not to just as I was about to open my mouth. You had a surprise for me and I wouldn’t want to ruin it. You had stopped what you had been saying as well. You were expecting me to ask. After a moment we finally continue along towards home.

We get home around 11;45. The moment is coming soon and I am growing both equally parts excited and anxious. You take me and hold me tight while grabbing my ass over the jeans.  You lean in and playful bite my neck a few times. You know how to push my buttons and if I wasn’t wearing a chastity belt I would be hard like steel. After a quick sharp slap to my ass, you tell me to strip. I take off my boots and jeans and shorts.  You then give me the key to the chastity and that is taken off too. I am fully naked before you. No gear, no toys; I am just me.

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Copdar – PD Open House

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By Cuffsandcops

A suburban police department nearby hosted an Open House this morning. Included in the advertisement for the event were interactive games, vehicle displays, and police demonstrations. I have had some previous interactions with officers from this department. Last fall I got a young officer to cuff me, you can read that interaction in Recent Short Stories. I had a lengthy chat with a different officer about watches one day this past winter, but he was hesitant to cuff me when I asked. A few weeks ago when I spoke to yet another officer from this department, he suggested that an event like their Open House could provide me with a chance to experience being cuffed. With this knowledge and made a plan to stop by the Open House to see what might happen.

I arrived at the Open House, which was held at the police department headquarters with about 30 minutes left in the event. After parking my truck, I walked past the fire department vehicles and police explorers positioned at the entrance to the parking lot. I looked in a mobile command center trailer.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 08

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By Takeo

Day 2 – Wednesday June 12th – Back to the apartment

I am totally freaking out. I am locked in a straitjacket, wearing a muzzle with a leather insert in my mouth, in the trunk of a car of someone I don’t know. My cock still caged, and still wet from the juice of three guys who jerked off in my tights.

I can feel the car making its way through Berlin traffic. With every turn and every braking or acceleration, I shift a little in the trunk. I am not blindfolded, but it is completely dark inside.

My main fear is that the gag will make me vomit and suffocate to death in this trunk. Yet in the various discussions we have had, Florian has always seemed to be very attentive to safety, and I cannot conceive of him leaving me like this. He probably doesn’t even know if I get motion sickness?

I try to relax and breathe calmly. Actually, no, I don’t get motion sickness, and the gag isn’t too big and I have no trouble swallowing. There is no reason for it to go wrong. The moment of panic passing, I start to enjoy it, and immediately my chastity cage reminds me.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 04

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By Hunter Perez

The morning sun illuminated the hotel suite, giving the space a bright golden hue. John looked at his wristwatch and saw it was a little before seven. He quietly crawled out of bed and quietly moved to the windows to draw the curtains and darken the room.

John left Lucas alone in the bed, but Lucas was unaware of this – he fell into a deep sleep a few hours earlier, with the slightest of smiles resting on his lips. John sat the edge of the bed and gazed at Lucas, his inner thoughts in combat between exhilaration and panic. The night with Lucas went far beyond the Mr. Right Now encounters he enjoyed in his weekend sojourns, and the last thing that he wanted was to lose the sensation he experienced. But his repeated thoughts of having Lucas as his personal prisoner continued to resonate. He feared being rejected if he broached the subject to Lucas, but he also reminded himself the subject was planted and cultivated in the letters addressed to “Mr. Cop” – the scenario was not of his creation, even though he wanted to see it through.

“I’ll lock you up and throw away the key,” John thought as he studied Lucas.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 03

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By Hunter Perez

John needed a plan where he could introduce himself to his neighbor without overtly addressing the pleas in the letters he received. He decided to fall back on a routine that he carried out for years – each summer, he would share the heirloom tomatoes that he grew in his backyard with his immediate neighbors. He figured this would not attract any unusual attention from the elderly folks who lived around him, as they became used to that annual routine and, thus, would not think it odd that he would suddenly choose to visit with the object with attention.

However, time and weather were not his allies. It rained heavily during the days he was off from work, which kept his blond neighbor inside and out of sight – but when the weather was bright and sunny, John was stuck doing double shifts that brought him home exhausted in the early hours of the day.

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