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My Pal Jock and the Rainy Night – Part 01

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By Hunter Perez

I looked out of my apartment window at the thunderstorm soaking the neighborhood. It was a Saturday night and, for once, I was glad that I had no plans to go out. The weather forecast called for downpours into the following afternoon, so the warm comfort of my little one-bedroom sanctuary was more than satisfying.

I heated a frozen pizza, open a bottle of soda, plopped myself on my couch, switched on the TV and found an obscure cable channel that was running an endless series of old-time cartoons. Even though I saw those zany films a hundred million times, I could still laugh at Yosemite Sam getting a cannonball blasted into his face or Sylvester the Cat ingesting a dynamite stick.

Somewhere in the animation mayhem, I fell into a sound sleep. It was a beautiful slumber, until my peace was ended with a pounding on my front door that shook me awake. I glanced at my clock and found it was shortly after midnight. Confused and groggy, I stumbled from the couch to the door. I inquired about the source of the pounding and a loud voice beyond the door declared it was my pal Jock.

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15 – Part 02

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By slavebladeboi

I stood for a couple of minutes trying to hear what was going on as nothing else seemed to be happening, but he soon returned. He led me out of the room with his hand grasping my neck. I knew more or less how to get to the dungeon play space even though I couldn’t see but this was just one more bit of authority he held over me.

I heard the locks snap shut on the wrist restraints as he fixed them to the bar. It must have been the bar he was setting in place that took those first few minutes and he’d adjusted it to a height that meant I was reasonably stretched if my feet were flat on the floor but needed to be on tip toe to relax my arms slightly. When he kicked my ankles apart, so he could link them to the chains at ground level, I found tip toe was my only option.

Then silence.

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15 – Part 01

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By slavebladeboi

I’ve always been sort of handy with tools, especially woodworking tools. Nothing fancy or complicated but I can generally solve simple problems that need to be fixed and involve bits of wood. Hanging doors, shelving from scratch, even laying a new wood floor have been part of my areas of rather limited expertise, so when Boss said we needed to replace a bit of kit we used I was up for the task.

Not groundbreaking science, nothing anyone else with a bench, tape measure and a saw couldn’t undertake, but it had to be accurate. Boss needed a new suspension bar he could hang me from. Its measurement had to be precise to fit exactly where the old one was positioned, as it slid in between some other kit we had. It also had to hold my weight at the times I was made to swing from it rather than support myself on tip toes, a position we normally used. I said I’d do it, save some money that we could use at the biker stop.

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The Trucker – Part 07

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By Steellock

The Trucker turned to the camera and laughed. ‘That got Matt squirming!’ he joked. ‘We got some lovely noises coming from inside that thick rubber hood, you could just imagine what was going through his mind as the fingers moved over his body and the needles started piercing his extremities! Needless to say, Matt had agreed to piercing with his Master Jim a while ago, he just did not know when or how it would happen, certainly not that it would be watched by so many friends around the country and world. Could you see yourself here in my cab, your body completely at my disposal? We have one more little experience for the big fucker before he gets a break. We will drop my friend The Piercer off so he can get back to work then set things up. Let’s have some guesses from you all in the comments on what Matt’s next little nightmare / dream may be.’

Gus pulled the truck into a rest area and stopped next to a car. It was waiting to take The Piercer back up the highway to his home and shop.

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The Trucker – Part 06

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By Tigerkey, edited and approved by Steellock

Note: This is a continuation of a story by Steellock. This chapter is by Tigerkey. To start at the very beginning, click here.

I keep dreaming of the different things that might happen to me in the hands of Jim, Jess and of course the Trucker while I can smell the leather around me. Having my mind going nonstop and not knowing what they might have in store for me, I wake up. I feel different as in not able to move and thinking Oh shit what’s happened to me, my arms and legs won’t move. But I didn’t know when I passed out that one of the thing’s I’d spoken to Jess about was being put on display on Matt’s bench in the window in some Segufix, but just the wrists and ankles.

He and Jim had helped this come to life and they had some nice pictures for keepsakes for me and the Trucker, and of course some for Jim to show how different sized people can fit into the gear he sells in the shop. So, in the end I come around and am not sure where I am until I realise that I’m being held by someone or something I start to move my head.

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Seeing It Through – Part 05

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By Cutieboy90

Twelve months…

Stefan couldn’t sleep. The contest was just hours away, and his entry wasn’t finished! He frantically worked through the night placing decals, attaching railings and benches, and tying off the rigging.

At 6 a.m., Stefan gave the model a final spray of clear coat and sat down with a sigh.

“Finished… The fucker…” Stefan held his caged dick in his hands and closed his eyes for a minute…

“HEY!”

Stefan awoke with a jump as Tyler shouted him from sleep.

“WAKE UP!” Tyler activated the butt plug. Its powerful vibrations shook the last remnants of sleepiness from Stefan’s mind.

“Okay, I’m up. I’m good.” Stefan showed his hands. Tyler turned the vibrations down to low.

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Seeing It Through – Part 04

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By Cutieboy90

Nine months…

Stefan sat paralyzed with frustration at his workbench. Progress on the model had been good the last few weeks, or so he had thought. Each day he’d come back to the workbench and find things wrong.

Step 15 took forever because he had to fill several gaps in the roof of the officer’s quarters. Especially the area around the wheelhouse, where almost nothing lined up, he’d had to fill the seams with strips of plastic and refinish the bulkheads.

In step 22, the deck under the platform of the third funnel was uneven, causing the funnel to be crooked. He had to refile the edges of the deckhouse twice before it sat straight.

And now, he was repainting several bulkheads that he originally thought wouldn’t be visible when the model was completed.

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Seeing It Through – Part 03

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By Cutieboy90

Six months…

Tyler tapped his chin ponderously.

“Is this it, then?” He asked after several tense minutes of silence. “In three months, all you’ve done is one half of the promenade deck?”

Stefan bit his lip.

“The contest is still another six months away, you have the time. I just wonder if you have the focus. Or if it’s being split and spent elsewhere…”

Stefan cleared his throat nervously. “Well… Yeah sort of. It’s just that. Uhmmm…”

“Yeah…?”

“The uh, window frames… They…” Stefan broke a sweat. “Take a lot of time. And uh… I dunno, kinda spending a lot of time…” He trailed off, turning away from the desk to hide his blush.

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