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When I Confessed Everything to Kenneth

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By SockgaggedJason

male bondageSynopsis: This is a true story about the time I confided to my best friend Kenneth, while in high school, that I like male bondage and sports gear. He surprises me by engaging in tie up session while we are suited up in football and basketeball gear. And we make a video tape of it.

This is a recollection of the night I confessed to my childhood best friend that I was probably gay and that I had a sports gear and bondage fetish. We were both just teenagers; seventeen years old. Let me tell you why it happened, how it unfolded, and most importantly how he reacted. It may surprise you.

If you read this, you may think I’m exaggerating or embellishing certain parts of this true story but I am not.

It was a school night like any other but I was depressed. I was fairly popular, I had played sports, and stayed active. I had so many secrets and desires that ate me up, however, and this particular night was more teenage angst than I could handle.

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Buying Love – Part 6a

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NOTE: This is the first of several intended side-stories for characters introduced by Cutieboy90 in Buying Love – Part 5. To start at the very beginning of this story, click here.

By Cutieboy90

cutieboy90 male bondage stories“Wake up, stud. We’re here!” Alden’s voice made Brett wake with a start. He wiped the drool from his cheek and looked ahead out the window. There it was — their destination!

It was late afternoon. The hot New Mexico sun beat down upon the bitter wind-blown abyss of dust and stone. Black, scrubby pinons stood in stark contrast to the red sandstone ground and vivid blue sky. Brett had admired the enchanting beauty as it rolled by and lulled him to sleep after hours of travel. Now as the Vaquero Ranch finally came into view, Brett found himself hypnotized once again by the picturesque high desert setting.

The ranch was set on a gently sloping mesa. Its dazzling white bricks shone out from the endless red sand like a beacon, and its old Spanish style was instantly impressive.

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Copdar – Daddy Bear Cop: Part 2

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By Cuffsandcops

This past weekend, I found myself near to where the Daddy Bear Cop lived. I had contacted him a few weeks ago to see if he was going to be in town and he told me he had plans to not be. I woke up and prepared to vacate my hotel and decided to check in with him just in case things had changed. He responded by saying he was in town and was at work. I texted back, “Let’s meet up. Cuff me and jail tour?” His response was an address and a question about how long it would take for me to get there. GPS told me it would be about 30 minutes. I offered to buy him lunch. He told me to come on by and park in the court parking lot across the street.

I got in my truck and followed the directions. Daddy Bear Cop told me to let him know when I was downstairs. I saw the police department on the right side of the street and parking lots on the left. The first one was gated and the second had signs all over designating the spots for specific court employees. I parked and texted to make sure that was where I should be and he told me it was. He asked if I was there and told me he was going to walk down. I made my way across the street and entered the police department lobby.

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Copdar – Daddy Bear Cop: Part 1

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By Cuffsandcops

Back in 2014, while at a music festival, I was introduced to guy, that one of my housemates knew from back home. When he walked away, my housemate leaned in to me and said “He’s a cop”. Little did my housemate know, I had located the guy on one of the apps prior to arriving on the festival grounds. His face pic caught my attention and a quick read through his profile gave me some serious clues as to his profession. He was attending the festival since his jurisdiction was across the country. While our musical interests didn’t cause our paths to cross once the festival got going, the conversation was only beginning.

Later that summer, I attended Bear Week in PTown. I again found the officer on the apps nearby. I had asked him if he had packed a pair of cuffs and he in fact had. I am usually pretty upfront when asking to try them on or to get put in them and this was no exception. He responded that he only used them one time on someone outside of work. He said he was going to be directing traffic at a pool party friends of his were hosting and I should come by. I made the walk over to the party and met the officer. He took me into the party, showed me around, but we didn’t have any opportunity to get frisky or to check out his cuffs. We chatted a bunch throughout the time there, but were unable to meet up other than in passing out at the bars.

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The Bet – Chapter 05

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By lthr_jock

Four hours later, I’m still hard and my cock and balls are aching like I wouldn’t believe possible. But I’ve managed not to cum and I haven’t incurred any more penalties. As I shift uncomfortably, I reflect that might not last much longer and I might be about to lose another 3 hours. My cock and balls are trapped underneath me and are pressing against a sheepskin rug that tickles them with every slight move of my body. My freshly re-shaved head is covered with a rubber muzzle that has been strapped tightly in place and locked on, over the familiar ball gag. Apart from that and the rubber slave collar, I’m naked.

I groan and feel my chest dip towards the ground and I wince with strain as I stop myself. My hands are behind my back and secured together with padlocked restraints. My biceps have straps around them and they are linked by a strap that has been tightened as much as possible. Restraints are around each ankle and they are locked together as well. Then, my ankles have been pulled up behind me and locked to my wrists, keeping me in a loose hog tie. I am lying on my front, my crotch rubbing against a sheepskin rug. I am keeping my chest off the floor, because below my bulging pecs are 2 press buttons. If I relax enough to drop my chest onto the buttons, a bell will ring – and 3 hours will be added to my time. But if I can keep my chest off the buttons for 45 minutes, I get 6 hours taken off my time.

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The Contest

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I was checking out some profiles on internet sites I frequented when I noticed the article. There was an upcoming event in my city, and this time there was a call for subs to be selected and paired up with doms. I was a sub, and considered myself to be attractive to other guys. I thought about whether I wanted to participate in such an arrangement. I didn’t respond, but the seed was planted. I thought about it the rest of the day, which I spent at work.

That night, I had made my decision, and responded that I’d like to participate. I received a form to fill out. There were several requirements, including proof that I was HIV negative and providing a copy of some form of identification that showed my picture and proof of age. I provided the necessary information. A response came that I would be one of the participants, and gave information about where I was to report. The event was still a couple of months away, and I waited. Soon it had slipped my mind as the normal activity of life took over, but I had made a note on my calendar.

When the date finally arrived, I was ready. I showed up early just in case there would be problems with traffic. Even as early as I was, there were others who had also arrived. We got to talking, and I found that I compared favorably with the others. Some were anxious, while others were pretty blasé about the event, having experienced similar in the past. In my case, it was my first, which I told others, and got some advice from them.

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Shirt and Tie Bondage

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By bound2tie

Mark York was a good-looking guy on a budget-airline flight from Britain to Hamburg.   He was one of only two passengers to be wearing a suit and tie, and the check-in operator had put the other suit in the adjoining seat.

The other guy commented on their being the only two formally dressed, and asked what York’s business was in Hamburg.   York laughed and said he wouldn’t believe him if he told him.   In fact York didn’t need to be dressed like that.   But he was a homosexual with shirt’n’tie, bondage and other fetishes, and was on his way to stay a few days with a Hamburg guy, Reinhardt Schmidt, who shared his kinks.

York had never met Schmidt, but had photos of him, in formal clothes and/or bondage.   York couldn‘t spot Schmidt’s cute face when he emerged from Arrivals at Hamburg, but was surprised to see two goodlooking uniformed men waiting with a notice showing the name Mark York.   They were both wearing dark sweaters with epaulets, and v-necks showing white shirts and neat, formal ties, one with a clip-on tie and the other a real tie in a great looking wide Windsor knot, a perfectly symmetrical knot wider than it was long.

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The Auction – Part 03

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By Eckie

With all the dozing away and sleeping short periods only it was hard to determine any time we spent there, but at some point I started hearing more noises, more than just the noises you have in the woods from nature … some people might be awake by now – but still no one took any notice of us two sitting here all night.

It must have been another hour or so before finally someone came to us and started undoing out restraining. Piece by piece was removed so that after short time we were finally able to move again quite freely (as free as it is possible inside those layers I still was in) – still being that long tied in that position made us stiff and the body aching. We were helped up on our feet, struggling to find a firm stand though, but we were supported when lead towards the house and after some time I felt quite alright again – exhausted as all the other time of this weekend, but fine and – yet again horny, which caused my encased dick to hurt even more as it did already.

I was lead somewhere around that house, and reaching a table or bench was laid on it bent forward, arms tied to the far end corners, legs spread again and tied to the legs of the bench, some more straps securing my upper body tight before I heard my masters voice again – the first time one spoke to me since we were left there yesterday evening/night.

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