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James – Part 1

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By Thunder

Based on a true story

My name is James. I am a 51-year-old man who has been married to his husband for 23 years. I am an athletic, masculine CEO of my own wealth management company in Atlanta, though I travel extensively. I am a high-profile, type-A, driven man in my professional life, but in my personal life, I am, well, I am a dog.

An all-fours, naked, collared human dog.

Yes, for the past ten years, I have been a full human dog owned by my husband, Alan, the owner of a local restaurant that is the go-to place for breakfast and lunch in Atlanta.

Last night, Alan and I hosted a small dinner party for four of our kink-positive friends. It was a casual evening with the five of them gathered around the kitchen island drinking wine and eating lots of great things that Alan had prepared. They said it was a beautiful display of food, but from my all-fours vantage point of about 3 feet off the floor, I couldn’t see the top of the high-top counter, so I didn’t really know what was there.

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Gear 365 – Part 4

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By Rubrpig

Adam woke up and stretched and looked around the hotel room. He had been on a business trip for about a week and this was the third city he had been in on this trip. He got up and walked into the bathroom and sat down to piss. As he had been travelling so much on this trip, Daddy Mike had felt it was best that the heavy steel cararra belt was removed and replaced by an clear CB6000 device which had a plastic locking seal to keep it closed. As it was all acrylic, Adam was able to pass through all the TSA checks without an incident. However, Adam missed the heavy steel belt and the feeling of security it gave him. The first couple of days out of the belt he felt like part of him was missing. He was looking forward to the trip today as it was the trip home.

After showering and getting dressed in leather jeans, black leather cowboy boots, and a denim shirt, he packed his bags, checked out of the hotel and headed to the airport. After removing his boots and belt he cleared the security check and after pulling on his boots, and putting his heavy leather belt back on, he headed for the gate. He had a couple of legs on the trip as the travel agency that the company used was not able to get a direct flight so he had to change flights in Chicago for the final leg home. He got to the gate and pulled out his laptop and logged into his email. After checking his email, he shut down his laptop and pulled out his phone and sent his Daddy a text to tell him that he was on the way home and that he would see him tonight.

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 08

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By Nitro

Pup Nitro storiesJake cut the end of his Asylum 13 cigar and lit his torch, slowly rotating the cigar in his lip as the flame lit the tip as he took drags.  Taking nice deep drags and exhaling the smoke, he savored the flavor of the stick while watching the bound Meat in front of him continue to sweat.  Thick clouds of smoke surrounded his face that was slightly obscured by the leather Muir cap.  This encounter is going to be deliciously slow.  He wants Ian to realize exactly what he’s up against.  Jake has been setting this trap and preparing the bait for a very, very long time.

GRUNT

*pause*

GRUNT*

Ian can smell the cigar, but he can no longer see SIR and the amazing gear he put on.  “FUCK, i just want to see him puffing that cigar.” He thought to himself.

GRUNT

Ian knew he was truly screwed.  His shoulders were on fire being held in this position after such a hard workout, his back was stiff from not being able to move, his asshole and balls just FUCKING HURT.  However, his cock had never in his life been harder.  He just knew that the slightest touch would make him shoot his load all over the place… oh god this would all really hurt then.  He continued to pull against the restraints slowly, testing them, hoping one of the pulleys would give him the slightest amount of relief. Of course due to the position any movement in the slightest caused him to inadvertently tug on the pulley connected to his nipple clamp chains.

GRUNNNNNNTTTTTT

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Buying Love – Part 1

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesBrett Wilson awoke with a groan. His shoulders were on fire. He slowly sat up on the couch, blinking his eyes awake. The lights were dim as he tugged his shirt open. He’d fallen asleep! He didn’t even remember coming home that day, it was all such a blur.

Well fuck… He got up from the couch, gently rolling his shoulders as he stumbled into the kitchen. One hand fished his phone out of his pocket, he was just going to order a pizza. 30 minute delivery time? Just enough for a nice evening jog. Brett pulled out of his suit, and changed into some shorts, and better shoes.

The cool night air felt good against Brett’s face as he jogged down another street. He felt better already! Being cramped in an office every day wasn’t easy for the 6’4” athletic 37 year old. He’d been active and on sports teams since he was able to walk, and he’d never been comfortable sitting still for very long. His athleticism kept him in very fine shape and physically healthy, but it also meant few could keep pace with him on a jog, in the pool, or on the field.

Perhaps that’s why he was still single? Brett huffed the thought away as he rounded the corner and started back toward his place. Nah, he thought. He was fine being single, but he was lonely. It certainly would be nice to have a buddy around. Or a dog. However his long hours away and frequent travel meant he couldn’t exactly care for a pet. Though… Now that he’d been working for a while in his promotion, maybe it was time to go to that store. The one downtown, at the edge of the waterfront district, the leather store that also sold human pets.

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Gear 365 – Part 3

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By Rubrpig

Adam finished showering and grabbed a towel and began to dry off. After toweling off, he picked up a hairdryer and began to dry off the steel chastity belt he wore. The heavy steel cararra belt which covered and caged his cock and balls had been locked on him almost 6 months ago by his leather Daddy. He had met his Daddy at the bar during a gear night and since that night, he had worked hard on becoming Daddy Mike’s gear boy. That night he had given Daddy Mike a promise that he would wear the belt for a minimum of 1 year and that he would be in gear every day either leather, skinhead, fetish or sports gear. He had grown accustomed to wearing gear every day even at the office.

Daddy Mike woke up and stretched. He sat up in bed and watched through the open bathroom door, his boy drying off and standing looking in the mirror while he dried off under his steel belt. He smiled as Adam had adapted very well to chastity and had become much more focussed on pleasing his Daddy. It also improved his focus at his work as well, which had been noticed by his supervisors.

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In the Woods

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By Rubrpig

This is a work of fiction and so do not attempt anything in this work of fiction without proper supervision.

Master Thomas signed off from the group Skype call with his leather brothers. The call had been about their annual trip to his mountain cabin for their leather retreat with their slaves. The 3 Leather Masters had discussed what the main scene would be and how best to provide a extreme test of endurance for their slaves. Finally, they had come up with a consensus which they had all agreed to and all felt would be an extremely hot scene.

He sat back in his leather desk chair and smiled as the thought of what was planned for their slaves was going to really push their limits and provide for the Masters a scene which should proof highly erotic. After a while he logged into the Mr. S website and placed an order for 3 pairs of the 4 buckle wrist restraints which would be needed for the scene. After processing the order was scheduled for delivery in several weeks which was more than enough time for the shipment to arrive prior to their leaving for the cabin.

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Over the Line – Part 5: Touchdown

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By ty dehner

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I wake slowly, out of the darkness I feel someone spit on my face. It doesn’t roll down, it just stays there, and as I focus I see the blue eyes of my Linebacker. My throat is raw as I try to reach for him but find my hands are still bound behind me. My Sir’s face is bloodied. I try to speak but can’t for I’m still gagged.

“Pig,” he gently smiles and then stands, and I see a booted foot swing over me as Sir kicks the oncoming cowboy. Struggling my body around I see more of the barn, two of the cowboys are out cold, the noose I still around my neck but the rope has been undone and strings from the ceiling loosely. As Sir fights the last cowboy, I try to stand, hoping to give any assistance I can. The cracking of some bones can be heard as Sir slams the cowboy into a post. Breathing heavily Sir steps back and the cowboy falls into a pile of horse shit, face first. Bent over and out of breath, Linebacker Sir looks at what he has accomplished and sits on a bale of hay.

Getting to my knees, then my feet, I walk to my strong Master. I look at him, as he looks up at me. Awkwardly kneeling, I lay my head in his lap. Still gagged and my hands bound, it is all I can do to let him know how much he means to me. His hand gently strokes my head.

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Over the Line – Part 4: Fourth Down

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By ty dehner

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The clicking of the breathing from the gas mask woke me. Unsure of the time, it was morning and I felt Linebacker’s arm wrapped around me, holding me near him. The constant light breathing from the mask was all that I heard as I stretched. I could feel the smooth slick surface of Sir’s football pants against my bare skin, with his one leg wrapped over both of mine. Naked, because Sir was punishing me for not doing my work out while he was out of town for the week, that is how I was waking this morning.

I had disappointed Sir by not doing my workout while he was gone. He was not overly pissed but there was some punishment doled out when he returned home last night. My sleeping naked is strong statement from him, because we both love gear and for me not to be in it also disappoints him. As I woke more, I rolled over and looked at my gas masked Linebacker sleeping. Slowly, I worked my way down to his crotch, under the blankets of our bed. Gently working the laces on his pants, I got his beautiful dick out and was able to take it in my mouth. While lightly toying with his dick with my tongue, I reached up and covered the breathing port on Sir’s gas mask. As the air was missing, he shuttered awake, his gloved hands reaching down and stroking my shaved head. Sir rolled on his back and let me continue his wake-up call.

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