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Body by Jake

By Anaconda in a Cage

‘Body by Jake’ is a gym in San Diego. All of the clients are either gay or gay friendly as the gym is clothing optional with a primarily gay clientele. The owner, Jake, is a 35 year old body builder, very hot, very muscular, and very well hung. At the gym, Jake is known for frequently working out in the gym completely naked, aside from a decorative gold collar, and attracts an appreciative crowd when he does.

The gym has 40 members, mostly either gay or bisexual, aside from a couple of gay-friendly straight guys that are just really into body building. Both of the straight guys and a few of the gay guys also wear the same style gold collars. To help Jake in the gym, there are also 8 staff trainers. The staff trainers also wear the gold collars and are as well built and as hung as the owner Jake. It’s obvious that the trainers are as well hung because Jake requires all of his trainers to work in the nude when they are working with a client who chooses to work out in the nude.

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Roosters – A Collar Story

By Anaconda in a Cage

This story picks up after the introduction of control collars and their associated color coded keys as described in the introductory “New Product Announcement – The Collar” story. The story begins with 5 frat brothers from a California college frat that get together on a Friday night to go to an all-male strip club named Roosters.

Five frat brothers named Ken, Kip, Leo, Marco, and Mike decide it’s time for a night off from studying and make plans for a night out on the town.  The frat brothers are members of the Delta frat, an all-gay frat in Santa Barbara, California, at UCSB.

As with the entire rest of the frat, all 5 of the brothers are collared and have been keyed with blue keys. The blue keyed collars are nicknamed Cap and a blue keyed collar is an enticement for the brothers for being a member of the frat.  As a reminder, all Caps are handsome, very well built, have great asses, and are very well endowed – much like their superhero namesake.

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New Product Announcement – The Collar

By Anaconda in a Cage

Celebrimbor LLC is now offering an entirely new product for any man wishing to indulge himself. Each finely crafted hardened gold alloy collar features an inscription across the front of the collar and a keyhole located at the back. The 5mm thick, 10mm tall, collar is made from an indestructible gold alloy, and continually resizes itself to fit snugly on the wearer’s neck.

The collar and basic gold keys are available for purchase now.  The optional keys are made of indestructible gold, but each key is made from a different alloy to give them each a different color. On delivery, all of the collars look the same, but they adapt to the wearer once locked on. The gold keys lock or unlock the collar, but the optional color coded keys activate and deactivate special features. A second special feature will not activate if another special feature is already in use.

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Leather Road Trip

By rts

Part 1

I met this biker bud on line, he’s living about 700 miles from me but wanting to get together we agreed to meet halfway and go on a 1 week road trip on our Harleys. The basic rules were simple, in full leathers 24/7 and camping out every night and just get to know each other. We met up at a campground on the Columbia river, I was wearing my leather jeans, motorcycle jacket and 18″ linesmen boots, with just a T shirt and sox under my hides, the only thing I packed on the bike was my tent, bed roll and extra sox. It had been an almost 400 mile ride to the campsite and I had been feeling nice and horny the whole day.

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Copdar – Worth Being Late

By Cuffsandcops

Last week, I took a half day from work in order to get my teeth cleaned. My dentist’s office is located on the western edge of the city limits and several small police departments serve the surrounding area. Back more than a few years ago, I successfully got an officer from one of the PDs to cuff me and sit me in the back seat of his patrol vehicle, so every time I have an appointment on that side of town, I wonder if the opportunity will rise again.

I really wanted to get my truck washed before my appointment so I left my house early enough to account for that errand. The line at the car wash was way too long, so I decided to hook a U-turn and head towards the dentist on a road where I knew some officers liked to park while monitoring traffic. As I passed by a large parking lot next to a church, I noticed a marked SUV up against the tree line.

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Chain Gang – Part 08

By slaveobjectx

The Lucky Day

When you’re a slave, you get to thinking. There’s a lot of time for thinking in a place like that penitentiary. I was no great shakes at learning — lazy and a bum rather than stupid, I’d say now. But in there you get to thinking all kinds of things. Oh, there are the normal things — like when am I gonna be fed and will it be, like, worth eating? Let me tell you that sure doesn’t go a long way in a place like that. You need more to fill your time than the thoughts of a dumb animal. That’s giving in to them. That’s playing their game. There’s no books and sure as hell no TV — nothing to educate you except what you make of your situation. I guess I’m apologising in advance for giving you some of the thinking I did and I’m not claiming it’s profound or anything.

Like this whole thing with the chains, welded on and all. They’re there, they’re like that, to fuck with your mind. If you were tied up, say, rather than in chains then I think you’d waste a lot of time thinking about escape — because you know ropes can be cut. All right, you may not have a knife but then you might be foolish enough to keep your hopes alive by thinking of a bit of broken glass, or a jagged beer can or a broken beer bottle. But what way is there out of chains and metal? They know that. It fucks your mind because you soon know there’s no way out, know it deep inside yourself. The reason chains have always been used to bind slaves and animals is to keep them in their place and that place is pretty damn low so that a slave begins to think he’s an animal and not a man. Then, they keep you in a place, a physical space and you soon know you’re not going far with the weight of them, and the restricted length of them.

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Chain Gang – Part 07

By slaveobjectx

Urinal

Having a ring inserted in my nose was only the first of the piercings — but it was the one that broke me. All the rest? The nipples, scrotum, ball sack, Prince Albert? These things… just happened to me. It’s not that I didn’t feel them — of course I did with nothing to dull the pain. But the mind dulls the pain when you have been so thoroughly dehumanised as I had been — you go onto another plane, another level of consciousness. You kinda float above it all, like your mind soars up to the ceiling and looks down at what is happening. It’s you down there and yet not you — a physical you, just a body. That’s how you survive, that’s how you get by, that’s how you survive and endure all the whippings and kicking and slaps and cattle prods that lie before you. You learn to get into that space.

It’s been forced on you now — simply because of the unrelenting nature of it — a piercing, another and another — all without regard for any feeling you might have. But if you’re smart you learn the lesson. They’ve taken you to a place you can retreat to when the going gets rough — into a place that rises above the pain and the humiliation. They’ve shown you how to survive this hell-hole.

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Sadistic Blacksmith

By Art Intelli

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty yard outside the blacksmith’s forge. The clang of hammer on metal echoed, sharp and unforgiving. Inside the forge, the heat was almost unbearable, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning coal.

The blacksmith, a burly man with arms like tree trunks and a face set in a permanent scowl, worked with practiced precision. His hands, rough and scarred from years of toil, moved with surprising dexterity as he heated the iron rivets to a glowing red. He glanced up, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his latest task.

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