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Captured – Chapter 3

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By Rubrpig

Thomas stood breathing heavily trying to get as much air as he could through the breath slits in his war helm as he thought about the news he had just been given. He stared through the vision slit in his helm and watched the hall erupt with cheers and congratulations to the new Earl. The celebration went on through the night and he continued to stand behind the Earl’s chair silently.

Finally, the Earl stood up unsteadily on his feet as he had been drinking steadily and turned to the traitor and told him to follow. The two men left the hall and the Earl climbed the stairs to his private chamber with the armoured figure following slowly behind, the armor clanging softly and the chains rattling on the floor as he climbed the stairs behind Earl Robert. Reaching his private chamber he turned and pointed to a straw pallet on the floor beside the door and told the traitor that is where he was to sleep.

He was to sleep outside of his Lord’s chamber and protect him from harm. The armoured traitor responded by saying Yes My Lord. Earl Thomas entered his chamber and slammed the door and Thomas stood quietly and then walked over and knelt slowly and got onto the pallet and fell asleep exhausted from what had been done to him that day.

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Summer at the Ranch – Part 3

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By Rubrpig

John was still concerned about a return visit by the Sheriffs looking into the disappearance of his former friend but he knew he had to be patient as the search would soon end as there was nothing at the ranch to link him to Rick’s disappearance. He waited for several days before hitching the horse trailer to his truck and headed to the remote barn where the horses had been stabled to prevent them from being discovered by the Sheriff’s deputies during their search of the ranch buildings and house.

He got to the remote barn after about 40 minutes and pulled up outside of the barn. Hearing the truck approaching the ranch hand that had been caring for the horses walked out and met his boss and they walked back into the barn where John was able to check on the conditions of his horses.

The four horses were excited to see him and were whinnying in excitement when he walked in. His chaps creaked and the spurs he wore jingled as he checked each horse and spent some time with each one. Finally he walked over to Cimarron’s stall where his newest horse and the herd stallion was waiting. The horses had been stabled for 4 days now and not allowed out of the barn in case the sheriff’s airplane was used to fly over and survey the large ranch from the air.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 7

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By GratDelay

male bondage fictionThis story is dedicated to Strappeddown, who inspired me to go back to work on it. And to Padlock86, who forced me to finish it.

Toben

One of the features in my control app told me Aaron was still here. That was handy. I stuck him in place and did a quick scan of the locker room, the coaches’ office, the showers… I stopped along the way and grabbed a duffel from my locker, then I went to see Aaron.

“OK,” I said, “All the doors are shut, I turned off most of the lights, and I made sure everyone else has left. Will anyone walk in on us?”

He shook his head. “Not likely.”

“Good. You’ve been bogarting my suit long enough, so let’s wrap this up.”

I couldn’t figure out the expression on his face. I had expected more fear, I guess.

“I was kinda hoping you’d let me keep the suit,” he said.

“As if. And let you sneak up on me with it?”

“I thought about that. You could rig it so that it won’t work on you. Maybe you wear, I don’t know, a pendant that repels the suit, just like I couldn’t touch your phone.”

That stopped me for a minute. It was a good idea.

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Buying Love – Part 3

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male bondage storiesBy Cutieboy90

(to start reading at Part 1, click here)

The collection room, as Rich had called it, was a simple room. Bare walls, almost clinical in feel, with two bars hanging from post in the ceiling. Brett had been stripped out of his clothes, and was now standing idly with a raging boner while Rich went to get the suit that Brett would spend the next couple days in. Rich wasn’t gone long. He returned with his arms full of leather.

“Here we are!” He chortled. “The one pony suit we have is just about your size! All black too. You can be our Black Beauty!”

Brett managed a polite smile, too transfixed by the lush smell of leather and the softness of the suit as it was held up to him. First, his feet went in. The legs were separate, and they were zipped from the knee up. He watched as the velcro flaps were pressed over the zipper seam, making them almost invisible against the sea of black leather. Next the body portion was pulled up. The front was solid, like a straitjacket. And like with a straitjacket, Brett’s arms were pushed into sleeves. Only these sleeves ended at the wrist, leaving his hands free for now. Before the back was zipped up, though Rich knelt in front of him, eyeing his still-throbbing cock.

“Yup, you’re definitely a stallion,” Rich commented as he handled Brett’s cock and churning balls. “Got some heft. They’re going to love you!”

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The Dream

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By hard slave

“Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up!” the whole room chanted. I was so mesmerized by the sounds of the masculine voices shouting as one, that when the two brutish bouncers grabbed each of my arms I cried out in surprise. They frog-marched me up to the stage and quickly locked restraints on my wrists, which in turn were attached to the arms of a large cross, forcing my arms as far apart as they could go. The lights were bright, but I could make out the crowd of men, dressed in tight jeans or leather, many shirtless or in harness, hooting and whistling while looking at ME. Holy shit.

My two escorts took off my belt and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles sharply. Down came my white briefs, allowing my semi-hard cock to bounce upward. Of course this led to louder, more urgent cheers of “Lock him up!” A third man joined us on stage, and with a wicked, sadistic smile, he applied an ice pack to my erection. It took about a minute, but once my boner subsided he grabbed me by the balls and slipped on the ring of a Holy Trainer chastity device. The crowd collectively crowed as they observed me being locked into the device before their eyes.

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Suit Test – Part 2

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By Rubrpig

The pattern of their lives formed. Most weekends were spent sealed away inside their lunar suits. Frank had gotten used to the breath control play that Charles indulged in when they were suited. It was easy to control and monitor in the suits and the added factor of the heat buildup in the suit when the life support system was turned off added to the intensity of the scene for both men.

Professionally, they were successful and had become the project leads for the company’s bid for the new shuttle space suit. Among the specifications for the suits from NASA was that the suits were not to be custom fitted to a specific astronaut but were to be designed so that a suit could be adjusted through interchangeable sections to fit any of the astronauts.

Between them and all of their experience in wearing their suits, they came up with a design for the new suits. The design called for a upper torso section that was made of Kevlar reinforced fibre glass to form a hard shell. This would be the basis for the outer section of the suit and the hard shell would also allow for the mounting of the back pack life support unit. The lower section would be the lower torso, legs and boots and the two pieces would seal together at the waist of the suit. The arms of the suit would attach to seals on the upper torso but were designed to be made in various lengths so they could be changed as required to fit various astronauts. The legs were also adjustable for length.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 6

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By GratDelay

male bondage fictionToben

Sometime after our lunch talk, I decided not to put Aaron through another public humiliation at the hands of the team. Our pranks on each other had… changed. So, change of plans. What could I do to him before we got him back to a private place? There wasn’t much to do that was more extreme than the total helplessness and uncontrollable stimulation… I guessed I could spice things up a little bit, given that he’d be in the locker room.

In the hour before practice, I tweaked and saved some programs. Then it was just a matter of waiting until my last class was out.

Aaron was already in his equipment room when I got to the Sports Center. I ignored him and geared up. But first I sabotaged my own shoulder pads.

Once at practice, it only took one drill for my pads to fall apart. Coach sent me over to the bench for Aaron to fix them. He was already opening up his kit, but I told him quietly, “Tell coach you need to take me back to the locker room to fix this.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out if he really wanted to go along with it, then he shrugged and did as he was told. We headed back to the locker room. I went to my locker and got the buckle I had removed. In a few seconds my pad were as good as new. Aaron just stood watching me anxiously.

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Rented Out

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By Bikermike

Tony guessed that there was something different as he rode his Fireblade onto Ray’s drive. His host (but strictly speaking his Master) would normally be waiting on the doorstep upon hearing the powerful motorbike slow and then stop only a few metres away from his front door. As he wheeled the bike into Ray’s garage his cock lengthened somewhat; at least as far as his chastity device would allow.

This was quite an uncomfortable sensation: every Sunday evening as he got ready to leave Ray’s house after a heavy BDSM session, Ray would give his sub a brutal masturbation then refit the chastity device over the now flaccid penis. This would remain in place until the following Saturday morning when the next weekend of sadomasochism would commence.Tony would always wince as Ray inserted the hollow urethral plug some two centimetres into the now imprisoned cock.

Tony rang the doorbell. ‘Come in boy!’ barked Ray from somewhere in the house. Tony entered finding Ray dressed in his normal clothes, not the usual tight leather jeans nor torso hugging T shirt that would normally greet his sub. ‘For a change, I am renting you out to a mate of mine while I entertain another lad, or should I say while he entertains me? Whatever; my mate James will collect you in his van within the next hour. I should warn you, he is really perverted! If you think I am a strict master, just wait until you have to serve him!’ Ray went on, ‘Just another warning: only ever look downwards, unless he tells you otherwise and do not speak unles spoken to and do everything he commands. If you break these rules he will whip you severely. He will then report back to me regarding your disobedience when I will give you another thrashing. Understand, boy?’

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