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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 09

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By Nitro

Jake turned the lights down a bit over his toy and sat back, enjoying watching the peaceful sleep he was enjoying.

It’s only been three short days, but it feels like he has had his new boy for much longer. While Ian slept, Jake started silently preparing some things for the evening ahead. He walked over to the short but long steel cage and opened the door and slid out the floor panel. The cage was long enough to hold a man lying flat, but short enough that it can’t sit up, being only about 18 inches tall. He laid out the leather sleep sack with built-in arm sleeves.

He walked over to Ian and while he was still asleep he started working his cock into a small cock cage with imbedded dull spikes inside the crown. As he was just about to click the lock shut he noticed his boy was slowly waking up.

CLICK

GRUNT

“That will keep your wood under control for me, faggot.” He said as he rubbed the very sore balls.

GRUNT

He reached over and started up clipping the restraints, and helped his boy sit up on the table. Ian was moving awkwardly because of the thick posture collar, but he slowly sat up and put his full weight on the large plug up his hole.

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Earn It Pup – Chapter 6

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By Pup Shaggy

The first strike was gentle. It hit across my back diagonally from my shoulder blades to my waist. It didn’t hurt, I turned my head as much as I could to see Alex standing there winking at me, standing there with the flogger in his hand, delivering another blow… this time harder. So far this was easy… but then the third struck and it started to sting a bit making me grunt.

I shuffled a little, pulling weakly at the chain over me just to settle myself. And then the forth hit me… that one I felt. I could feel my legs start to shake, feeling my arse quiver. I was sucking in a gasp of air when the fifth struck me and I couldn’t help but yelp loudly. He’d kept hitting me with stronger intensity, and the fifth strike almost lined up with the first making it sting even harsher. Alex was quick to come to my side with a smile, scratching the hood in between my ears.

“Shhh, good boy, now that you know what it feels like…” he left me a second to return, and after a quick re-adjustment, my hood was now a plain dog-hood; no gag, no gas-mask attachment, just a hollow long nose full of fresh air. Of course, I still had to be quiet, but I was free to speak. Mainly I think it was just for me to tell Alex to stop if I’d had enough. My whimpers were still slightly muffled so that was all good.

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James – Part 6

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By Thunder

Oh fuck, indeed. This man whose boots I was licking was my business partner’s son? How the hell did that happen? When did he grow up? And how fucking hot is he? I had not seen him since he was a kid, and now that kid would be walking me? Damn. Again, how did this all happen?

As those thoughts swirled in my head, I realized that he had attached a leash to my collar and said, “Let’s go, boy.” As we started to walk into and around the woods, he reminded me that he believed that no dog should ever talk and that during our walks, which were scheduled for an hour each day this week, I would be rapidly punished if I said a word. However, that did not mean that he could not talk and, fuck, did he ever.

He discussed how hot he found it that he was able to walk a man like me and to help in me finding my proper place in life. He said that he and Todd met a year or two ago when he was owned by his first Master, a retired military captain, who wanted him to be further trained which is how he was introduced to Todd, who employed him to walk the dog he had been training at that time. He told me he didn’t like that dog, as he was a “twink with no soul that thought puppies should yap and wear clip on tails” but that he really enjoyed it later when “that twink was in all ways a dog never to even stand again,” but a job was a job, though he was much happier with me now.

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Suit Test – Part 1

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By Rubrpig

Charles and Frank both groaned as the alarm went off. They smiled sleepily at each other and then decided it was time to get up, as they had to get ready for work as usual. They had to be careful, as it would have cost them their careers and security clearances if they were discovered to be homosexual. Things were changing very slowly, but in 1971 it was still almost impossible to be gay and employed in any defence industry.

Charles was a senior engineer at ILC Dover, and Frank was a junior engineer there as well. The division they both worked for was involved in the Apollo Lunar program, as ILC Dover was the company that built and maintained the custom made Lunar Space suits. They both worked closed with the astronauts, as they were responsible for the fit and integrity of the space suits. Each astronaut in the Apollo program was fitted and supplied with two suits. One for training, which received a lot of wear and tear during the training for the mission, and their flight suit, which was only used for their actual mission.

They had been working together for about a year and one night after work, they ended up going for a beer. During the course of the evening after a few too many beers for both of them, they ended up realizing that they were attracted to each other. Like a pair of high school kids, they ended up in the back seat of Charles’ Chevy Impala making out.

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Gear 365 – Part 5

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By Rubrpig

About a week after the anniversary party for his company, Adam was working from home as it was a Friday and he had a report to finish and no appointments. As he was telecommuting and no scheduled Skype meetings, his Daddy told him that he was to put on his football uniform and spend the day in full gear as he worked. Adam got into his equipment and uniform and was fully dressed before his Daddy left for work. Daddy Mike nodded his approval and told Adam to put the helmet on as well and enjoy himself. Daddy Mike left for the construction site leaving Adam standing in the doorway dressed as a running back.

Heading to his home office, he sat down at the desk and removed his gloves and connected to the corporate servers and brought up the draft of the report he was working on. After most of the day with only a couple of breaks for the bathroom and lunch, Adam finished the report and sent it to his boss. Turning off the computer, he sat back and then he glanced at the screen and noticed the date on the screen and suddenly realized that he and Daddy Mike had been together for a year in 2 days.

Realizing that Daddy Mike had not mentioned anything, he decided that he would bring up the subject that evening once his Daddy got home. He sat and thought about everything that had happened in the course of the year. He realized that his life had vastly improved. He was more focussed and disciplined at work and at home. He had improved his skills as a hockey goalie and helped his team win their first league championship. He had learned that his needs were not as important as the needs of his Daddy and the responsibilities he had at work.

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Remote Control – Chapter 02

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By Hard Slave

A quaint bell rang as Ted opened the door to The Leather Store. The store sure lives up to its name, he thought as he breathed in the familiar smell of animal hides. Walking up and down the aisles, Ted saw leather garments of every type: jackets, pants, chaps, jockstraps, you name it. No sex toys in sight so far, however.

“Can I help you?” The quiet voice startled Ted, and he turned to see an average-looking man with horn-rimmed glasses and a shaved head. “Are you Bill?” Ted asked tentatively. “Ah, you must be Ted. Follow me please.” Bill led the way down a wrought iron spiral staircase so narrow Ted’s shoulders rubbed the metal support bars as he descended into the basement of the shop. Once his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, Ted gasped in amazement at the array of whips, floggers, collars, hoods and other objects that defied definition.

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 16

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By PredicamentBondage

As Ben comes around, he finds himself sitting, naked, in a very solid bondage chair. His chest and stomach are tightly strapped to the vertical back of the chair. His thighs are strapped to the seat, and his ankles are strapped to the substantial front legs. Premium leather wrist restraints snuggly secure his arms to the upright stanchions so his hands are held uselessly to the side and just below the level of his butt. A snug collar ensures that his head doesn’t sag and his eyes face forward. The whole construction is of 4-inch square section welded steel that is powder coated black, and reeks of rock-solid quality.

Ben can’t move and is going nowhere until I release him.

My captive is a straight male office worker who keeps himself fit by going to the gym three times per week before work. He’s 26 years old, short spiked black hair, small landing strip goatee, dusting of chest hair, dusting of lower abdomen hair leading to a trimmed bush and shaved balls. His cock is about 7 inches, cut, straight with a pretty pink bell end that cries out to be tortured.

Overall, Ben is a very saleable commodity that I’m looking forward to training. He definitely gets my spunk rising, and I can easily see myself fucking his arse and mouth, and I’m looking forward to both in the coming weeks.

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James – Part 5

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By Thunder

That was Sunday night. It’s now Wednesday morning, and time has been flying by as we spent most of Monday working on my walking skills by taking a hike in the woods and around the property. To do this, he allowed me running shoes and has taught me to walk on the balls of my feet and the tops of my paws. I am much faster in this position, though I still have a lot of ground to cover to get really fast. As we would hike, he would occasionally talk to me and ask me questions about how now being a dog felt and how my mind was adjusting.

I was learning to talk better through the fitted human hood and enjoyed our talks more and more each day, even once when I was mounted on the fucking machine for hours after he said I provided an unsatisfactory fuck one day after a long walk. Tuesday was just like Monday, starting with my plugging and ending with a printed email from Alan talking about how excited he is and how the renovations on the house were going very smoothly. I had no idea what renovations he was talking about, but I smiled and hoped it was something fun because I could not wait till I saw him again to show him what I was learning for him.

At that point it hit me that I had not thought about work one single time since being hooded, and I barked at myself in a laughing tone over that because maybe I was becoming a new man, well, hybrid man.

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