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The Roommate – Part 1

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By RbbrStorage

Note: This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is re-posted here with permission.

“Rim.”

Matt instantly pushed his tongue past his lips and deep into his roommate’s asshole, probing, licking, sucking, worshipping.  This wasn’t how Matt would have spent a Thursday evening just two weeks ago.  But now, in twelve short – correction – twelve long days, it had become routine.  Expected.  His life.

Matt was lying in the middle of his living room floor.  At least, he thought that was where he was.  He hadn’t actually been allowed to see anything while inside his own house for five days now.  But if his bearings were right, he was lying on the floor between the couch and the T.V., tightly enveloped in a snug rubber sleepsack and hood.  As had become the practice, his roommate had ensured that every hole in Matt’s body was properly controlled – plugged, catheterized, covered or stuffed.  His ass was firmly plugged by an electro-butt plug, his piss-hole was controlled with a catheter sunk deep into his bladder, his ears were filled with effective plugs, his eyes were covered by the rubber hood and his nostrils were filled with the hood’s rubber breathing tubes.

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An Important Day in the Life of Don Stewart

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The alarm went off. It was set to only last 2 seconds before turning off and not coming on again, but it was enough to awaken Don. He stretched and turned over to his side of the bed. His partner, Jake, was on the other side. Don knew that Jake was awake and waited for Don to get up. Jake enjoyed watching Don try to get his morning duties done.

Don brought his cuffed ankles up and pushed against the covers. He was able to get his legs outside the bed. He turned his body to the left, and with his hands cuffed behind his back, was able to reach the top of the covers and throw them down onto the rest of the bed covers. Without the covers hindering most of his body, he was able to bend his legs, and by supporting the edge of the bed with his cuffed hands and by bending his knees, was able to get upright. He started walking over to the bathroom, able to do so because of the chain between his cuffed ankles, though having to take small steps due to the short length of the chain. Don knew that Jake would be watching with a smile on his face.

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In Bronze

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By ty dehner

The rope was tight around his wrists as his hands formed into fists while he was struggling. At times his toes would curl with the rope snug around his ankles.

When he entered the front door, I left a note for him to strip naked. I didn’t care what he was wearing when he arrived, but he will be wearing what I want when he leaves. I will decide when he leaves, and it won’t be the same way as he arrived.

As he turned and looked at the door I came up behind him and placed the leather blindfold on him. His mouth opened and left a slight moan as the first of his senses were removed. He placed his hands behind his back and spread his feet slightly to stand at attention. That was impressive, as he wasn’t even ordered to do so. With my leather-gloved hands, I gently stroked his naked body. I could tell he was truthful in our online chat that he was a firefighter. He was firm but not overly built.

While stroking this body in front of me, I could hear his breathing increase and his cock was growing in front of him.

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The Cock Tease – Part 1

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By New York Cheech

He was standing in a front of a pet store, looking at the puppies in the window. He took my breath away. Half squatting to get a good look at a Dalmatian puppy, his Adidas warm-up pants were hugging his muscular legs and beefy ass. But his upper body was even more impressive. He was bulging out of his tight white t-shirt. Awesome shoulders, bulging pecs, and an impressive v-shaped back that tapered down to a narrow waist. He was a fantasy come to life. His arms were muscular, and I could see a hint of a tattoo peeking out beneath his tight sleeve (were those handcuffs inked into his shoulder?). He had thick wrists and sinewy forearms. His hands were large, tanned and with a little hair on each knuckle.

His face was just as intimidating as his body. Short cropped hair, a chiseled jawline covered with a five o’clock shadow. His full lips turned up at the corners as he smiled at the pup. He was wearing mirrored shades, which added just a hint of mystery to this fine-looking man.

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Montana – Part 07

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By ty dehner

I woke suddenly and realized I was still in the room and in the bull suit. I started working the suit with the hooves. My muscles were stiff, and I was between the cool and the steamy inside the leather. It was a struggle and I eventually worked my way out of the suit and got the bull hood off. There were keys for the muzzle and soon I was dropping the leather off me. I tried the keys, but none opened the cock cage I was trapped in. I stood slowly.  It felt great to have the feeling return to my arms and legs and stretch them again. I was alone in a small room and as I stood there was a wooden bench with a note and some clothes on it.

“Boy, here is some clothes for you to put on. Put it all on and we’ll be heading out to the bar after you’re done. I know you’re sweaty and pissed soaked, but I like a boy like that. So, get dressed and let’s head to the bar!”

With my cock still locked in the steel there was no underwear. But there was a pair of black Wranglers with a belt and huge silver buckle on it. The Wranglers were snug and showed the bulge in my crotch. A pair black boots followed. As I slide my feet in each I discovered they were filled with piss. Guess that is how I wear boots these days. As I stood I put on the cowboy shirt followed by a leather vest. There were a pair of black leather work chaps that were also snug and helped to further show off my cock and balls. A black leather jacket was followed by tight leather gloves and a black cowboy hat.

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 15

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By PredicamentBondage

Exercising livestock is of paramount importance. There’s no point in procuring prime body-stock if it’s allowed to deteriorate during training. It’s essential to promote increased stamina, improved strength, greater wellbeing, better health and, hopefully, enhanced sex-appeal in every slave. Consequently, the slaves are exercised hard, every day.

The treadmill pods provide slaves with adequate cardio exercise, as each occupant spends at least six hours a day walking, jogging and running, trying to catch some sleep between pre-programmed exercise sessions.

Slaves also spend at least four, 3-hour sessions in the gym, every week. Our gym is well appointed with the latest, state-of-the-art equipment that would not be out-of-place in the best high street gymnasium. Glass walled on two sides, the gym provides me with good visibility of the slave’s progress.

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Montana – Part 06

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By ty dehner

Jason’s lasso flies across the stall landing on my horns, tightening as he tugs on the rope with his gloved hands. It was weird I was a bull and he was roping me! While certainly like a human I was incased in heavy black leather with a bull head and horns on my head. I couldn’t speak and was grunting like a bull as I struggled some with the rope around my horns. I look at them and they didn’t seem to concern that eventually I was going to do as they wanted. The suit was warm, and parts were sticking to me as it was lined in leather. He started to pull me closer to him and I could do nothing but move. He led me out of the stall across the barn, my hooved hands clopping on the wood floor. As I walked I could feel the weight of my cock and balls swaying under me. I was taken outside where there was a animal trailer. He pulled me up the ramp and into the dirty stall on the right side of the trailer. He took a chain that was attached to the trailer and locked it to the ring in my nose.

Removing the lasso, he slapped my ass and left after slamming the door shut. Soon I could hear a horse being loaded into the other side. I couldn’t move much so decided to sit down. The chain was short but allowed me to at least sit. It was getting warm in the trailer and the leather suit was like a sauna, creating more sweat. Soon the trailer started to jerk, and we were on our way to what I would think was the rodeo grounds.

As we drove, I was thinking in my head that I was a fucking leather bull. I had limited vision in this hood but here I was riding in an animal trailer after being roped by Jason!

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My Fun at Dore (Up Your Alley) 2017

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I had been working hard for several months. I wanted a weekend to relax and have some fun. Dore (Up Your Alley) was coming. My friend Strap-wizard (fetlife name) was also stressed out and was looking forward to some fun. He had reserved a large room at a motel, which was near to where Dore would be. He had contacted a friend who we had been chatting with on Recon (squirmman, takiem on fetlife) who was coming, as well as another friend (minddrive on recon and fetlife). Strap-wizard had some plans laid out. Little did I know what I was in for.

Strap-wizard and I arrived Friday at around 5 PM. Squirmman was coming later that evening, and minddrive was arriving the next evening. Dore would be on Sunday, but we were planning to have some fun before then. Friday, after arriving, strap-wizard wanted to check out the Mr. S store, which was four long blocks away (comparable in length to the long blocks in New York City between the avenues). He dressed up in his usual strap-restraint outfit, but I just wore my custom-made leather top and leather pants with no restraints. We got a couple of looks while we walked there, but nothing out of the ordinary. There wasn’t too much going on at Mr. S that night. The next day would be their big party.

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