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Buying Love – Part 1

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesBrett Wilson awoke with a groan. His shoulders were on fire. He slowly sat up on the couch, blinking his eyes awake. The lights were dim as he tugged his shirt open. He’d fallen asleep! He didn’t even remember coming home that day, it was all such a blur.

Well fuck… He got up from the couch, gently rolling his shoulders as he stumbled into the kitchen. One hand fished his phone out of his pocket, he was just going to order a pizza. 30 minute delivery time? Just enough for a nice evening jog. Brett pulled out of his suit, and changed into some shorts, and better shoes.

The cool night air felt good against Brett’s face as he jogged down another street. He felt better already! Being cramped in an office every day wasn’t easy for the 6’4” athletic 37 year old. He’d been active and on sports teams since he was able to walk, and he’d never been comfortable sitting still for very long. His athleticism kept him in very fine shape and physically healthy, but it also meant few could keep pace with him on a jog, in the pool, or on the field.

Perhaps that’s why he was still single? Brett huffed the thought away as he rounded the corner and started back toward his place. Nah, he thought. He was fine being single, but he was lonely. It certainly would be nice to have a buddy around. Or a dog. However his long hours away and frequent travel meant he couldn’t exactly care for a pet. Though… Now that he’d been working for a while in his promotion, maybe it was time to go to that store. The one downtown, at the edge of the waterfront district, the leather store that also sold human pets.

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Gear 365 – Part 3

By Rubrpig

Adam finished showering and grabbed a towel and began to dry off. After toweling off, he picked up a hairdryer and began to dry off the steel chastity belt he wore. The heavy steel cararra belt which covered and caged his cock and balls had been locked on him almost 6 months ago by his leather Daddy. He had met his Daddy at the bar during a gear night and since that night, he had worked hard on becoming Daddy Mike’s gear boy. That night he had given Daddy Mike a promise that he would wear the belt for a minimum of 1 year and that he would be in gear every day either leather, skinhead, fetish or sports gear. He had grown accustomed to wearing gear every day even at the office.

Daddy Mike woke up and stretched. He sat up in bed and watched through the open bathroom door, his boy drying off and standing looking in the mirror while he dried off under his steel belt. He smiled as Adam had adapted very well to chastity and had become much more focussed on pleasing his Daddy. It also improved his focus at his work as well, which had been noticed by his supervisors.

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In the Woods

By Rubrpig

This is a work of fiction and so do not attempt anything in this work of fiction without proper supervision.

Master Thomas signed off from the group Skype call with his leather brothers. The call had been about their annual trip to his mountain cabin for their leather retreat with their slaves. The 3 Leather Masters had discussed what the main scene would be and how best to provide a extreme test of endurance for their slaves. Finally, they had come up with a consensus which they had all agreed to and all felt would be an extremely hot scene.

He sat back in his leather desk chair and smiled as the thought of what was planned for their slaves was going to really push their limits and provide for the Masters a scene which should proof highly erotic. After a while he logged into the Mr. S website and placed an order for 3 pairs of the 4 buckle wrist restraints which would be needed for the scene. After processing the order was scheduled for delivery in several weeks which was more than enough time for the shipment to arrive prior to their leaving for the cabin.

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Over the Line – Part 5: Touchdown

By ty dehner

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I wake slowly, out of the darkness I feel someone spit on my face. It doesn’t roll down, it just stays there, and as I focus I see the blue eyes of my Linebacker. My throat is raw as I try to reach for him but find my hands are still bound behind me. My Sir’s face is bloodied. I try to speak but can’t for I’m still gagged.

“Pig,” he gently smiles and then stands, and I see a booted foot swing over me as Sir kicks the oncoming cowboy. Struggling my body around I see more of the barn, two of the cowboys are out cold, the noose I still around my neck but the rope has been undone and strings from the ceiling loosely. As Sir fights the last cowboy, I try to stand, hoping to give any assistance I can. The cracking of some bones can be heard as Sir slams the cowboy into a post. Breathing heavily Sir steps back and the cowboy falls into a pile of horse shit, face first. Bent over and out of breath, Linebacker Sir looks at what he has accomplished and sits on a bale of hay.

Getting to my knees, then my feet, I walk to my strong Master. I look at him, as he looks up at me. Awkwardly kneeling, I lay my head in his lap. Still gagged and my hands bound, it is all I can do to let him know how much he means to me. His hand gently strokes my head.

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Over the Line – Part 4: Fourth Down

By ty dehner

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The clicking of the breathing from the gas mask woke me. Unsure of the time, it was morning and I felt Linebacker’s arm wrapped around me, holding me near him. The constant light breathing from the mask was all that I heard as I stretched. I could feel the smooth slick surface of Sir’s football pants against my bare skin, with his one leg wrapped over both of mine. Naked, because Sir was punishing me for not doing my work out while he was out of town for the week, that is how I was waking this morning.

I had disappointed Sir by not doing my workout while he was gone. He was not overly pissed but there was some punishment doled out when he returned home last night. My sleeping naked is strong statement from him, because we both love gear and for me not to be in it also disappoints him. As I woke more, I rolled over and looked at my gas masked Linebacker sleeping. Slowly, I worked my way down to his crotch, under the blankets of our bed. Gently working the laces on his pants, I got his beautiful dick out and was able to take it in my mouth. While lightly toying with his dick with my tongue, I reached up and covered the breathing port on Sir’s gas mask. As the air was missing, he shuttered awake, his gloved hands reaching down and stroking my shaved head. Sir rolled on his back and let me continue his wake-up call.

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Over the Line – Part 3: Third Down

By ty dehner

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It is so fucking quiet; I can only hear my breathing. Seems I am so alone, no one around for miles. This is hard work and my gear is pretty soaked in sweat. I’m tired as shit, Sir is the toughest boss I’ve ever worked for. But the rewards are fucking awesome in the end.

The crew has left for the day, as I see Sir heading down the gravel road in his truck to pick me up. He really gave me the shit job today, literally. Cleaning outhouses is not the glamour job in construction, but as a pad pig, it is my job. Once every two weeks. There are 20 across the sites that Sir oversees. It is amazing how messy these guys are, though I admit I get a little horny thinking of them in their Carhartt’s, boots, jeans and muddy work overalls doing their business in these outhouses. When I work in these I have to wear rubber gloves and gas mask that Sir requires I wear while cleaning. The guys on the crew think I’m nuts for wearing it, but it is required, and I do it. I think Sir has me do it, because it humiliates me some and he likes that on occasion.

This week I’m in my black Carhartt overalls with, of course, my football pants and cup, with my uniform jersey on underneath. Even though it was warm out, I am required to keep my flannel shirt and Carhartt coat on, as well as work gloves. I’m still breaking in my new White’s lace up boots. Sir had them custom done with a small leather strap at the top that locks the boots on. My work uniform is finished off by a Packer’s cap that Sir soaked in his piss before letting it dry. On days that I work hard or am wearing the gas mask my sweat mixes with the dried piss and I do begin to smell!

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Over the Line – Part 2: Second Down

By ty dehner

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It wasn’t hard to spot him as I came down the jet way. A smile came across his face as he saw me, and we hugged for a long while. He even kissed me briefly as not to startle too many of those conservatives in the terminal. His hand held my neck securely as we walked away from the gate. He certainly did look great. He was in a nice pair of Wranglers that stacked well on his black boots. I was a bit surprised at the size of his belt buckle which he joked would be ripping up my ass some night. He was, of course, in a football jersey, team colors of the Roughriders. His hat, also of the Roughriders, was well worn. We headed out of the terminal, out to his Ford F250 and out of the airport.

As he drove me around the city, showing me the sites, he would reach over and grab my hand. We would hold hands, on occasion squeezing to let each other know we were finally touching again. It was fun seeing this new city, him knowing all the interesting spots. At one point we stopped and went for a walk around Fort Calgary. Many times, I couldn’t take my eyes off my Linebacker Sir. We returned to the truck and while driving past the Saddle Dome, he told me that we will be in town for the Stampede in a few months and that the rodeo is exciting!

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Over the Line – Part 1: First Down

By ty dehner

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Long distance, I hate those words. There never seems to be anything positive about the two of them. We know it costs money anytime you want to talk to someone on the phone, long distance. Then there is that night you meet a hot guy, a guy that looks fucking awesome in his jeans and football jersey, a guy that grabs you by the neck, spits in your face then slams his tongue down your throat, trapping you in the spell of is blue eyes.

That night that you go back to his hotel room and talk all night, lying in the pair of football pants he allows you to wear that he has sweated in for weeks while working out in the gym. Nothing matters but lying next to him, laying your head on his chest as you listen to him breathing and sharing his life with you. In the morning as you’re driving home, it dawns on you that he isn’t from your city and if you want things to continued, yes, it has to be a long-distance relationship. You see, long distance is never good.

Yea, I was a fool for allowing me to be sucked in, but when you meet the right guy, you must believe don’t you? But damn if the Gods didn’t conspire against us.

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