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24 Hours in Jail – Part 2

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By Prisoner805

Booking

It happened. I was in jail. As I heard him turn the key to the door lock, I leaned back on my bunk and felt the cold cinder block behind me. I raised my foot and kicked what must have been the toilet. I extended my foot and was able to touch the wall. AR came back after I had a few moments to rest. AR took off my transport chains and told me to strip. My hoodie, shorts, socks and shoes were gone. He locked them away out of my reach. AR did another search. I had asked to be treated like a high escape risk. That’s exactly what I got. He wasn’t taking any chances.

I had never seen this place before. AR told me that first thing, he’d show me the facility. Still hooded and gagged, AR put me in the rigid collar and cuffs. When that was secure, he took off my muzzle and my hood. Looking around, I stammered “The shit I get myself into…” while I looked on in amazement at where I was, and the state in which I was present there. My cock throbbed then as it does now while I write thinking about it. I was a prisoner for use by a sexual dominant.

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24 Hours in Jail – Part 1

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By Prisoner805

Bondage Beginnings

For the record, this is a completely true story. All of this stuff actually happened. I’ve been into bondage for my entire adult life. As time has gone on, it’s gotten more and more advanced. It started with fucking around with handcuffs I had picked up at the local army surplus store. Leg irons followed, and so did hogties as a result. In college, I had my first bondage hookup. I knew then that this was going to be something I would be into forever.

Not long after, I met a couple who had set up a dungeon in their spare bedroom. They had a ton of steel and chain, rigid irons and even a cage. After experiencing more restraint than I’ve ever known, they called it a night. Seeing the disappointed look on my face, one suggested that I stay the night in the cage, naked and chained, of course. I lived alone and nobody was expecting me, so I did it. They tried to chain me but my damn wrists wouldn’t fit in the manacles. I was heavy at the time. I had never been very good about managing that at the time. Anyway, they locked some cuffs to set and I was chained for the night. I must have gotten off about 4 times in that cage using the lube that was leftover from earlier and every boner that I woke up to. It was about the hottest experience I’d had to date, but it never happened again. Not with anyone.

Over a decade has gone by and I have played with some formidable doms. I’ve been suspended, tied, chained, locked in rigid irons, flogged, spanked (hate it except for with a hand), zapped, buzzed to an electro orgasm…the list goes on. I got a Recon account ages ago and had chatted with thousands of people. Over all that time I had chatted on Recon on and off with one dom who I just never managed to meet. That was about to change, and I was about to do the craziest thing I had ever done while thinking with my dick.

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A Week Without Arms – Part 2

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Spence pulled Brad into the crowded room. He was looking around to see someone that he knew when he heard someone address him from behind.

“Bind-em-tight, looks like you got a new one.”

“Oh, hi, bcman. How ya been?”

“I’ve been fine, but it looks like you’re doing better. Who’s your new sub?”

“This is my roommate at college.”

“You move fast. I see you’ve already lived up to your name with him.” The guy started inspecting Brad.

“His hands are cuffed behind his back, and there’s leather arm binders on. This is a leather top that has no arm holes that is strapped on. Then there’s this coat that has the arm holes seamed over.”

“He must be really into the scene. How did you get him bound up so tight so fast?”

“He’s got a class assignment to go a week without arms to see what kind of life a double amputee has.”

“Wow, that played right into you. Is he turned on by being restrained?”

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A Week Without Arms – Part 1

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By Mister-X/Spartan

That night Spence could see that his roommate Brad had something on his mind that he wanted to tell him. He decided to wait for Brad to bring up the subject. Finally Brad spoke.

“Roomie, I’m going to need your help for a class I’m taking.”

“What help do you need?”

“It’s from my class to help rehabilitate people who have lost their arms. The teacher wanted one of us to volunteer to go through a week of not having use of their arms and report back to the class about the experience.”

“And you volunteered for that?”

“Well, not exactly. When the teacher asked for volunteers, no one did. Then he said that the person would need the help of a roommate, and he asked whether any of us had a roommate. I stuck up my hand. I was the only one in the class who did. That’s how I got the assignment.”

Spence was thinking about having his roommate without the use of his arms. The more he thought about it, the more he was enjoying the thought. Spence was the more dominant of the two, but that had not yet progressed into them having a relationship. He had wanted to have one with Brad, who was obviously a physical hunk and seemed not to be attracted to women. But he hadn’t figured out how to broach the subject. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. He smiled and said, “Sure, I’d be more than willing to help you out.”

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The Cock Tease – Part 2

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By New York Cheech

I don’t know how long he left me there. I’m sure it wasn’t for more than a few minutes, but it felt like more. My mind was racing. The pain in my nips and balls had subsided into a dull ache. I was slowly loosing my erection and getting a little depressed. And then the music started. There were definitely high-quality speakers in the room, and I heard a Marilyn Manson album began to play loudly. “…it’s arma-goddam-mother-fuckin-geddon…” The music was both menacing and erotic at the same time.

With the music playing, I didn’t hear him return to the room until he was very near me. I actually felt his energy before I really saw him. As soon as I saw him, my flaccid dick came back to life. He was naked, and this was the first time I was getting a good look at his body. He was my vision of the perfect man. His chest was muscled and strong, and defined by the leather harness that crisscrossed his massive pecs. His torso was covered in fur, but trimmed short and kept neat. His flat 6-pack stomach led my eyes down to one of the most beautiful uncut cocks I have ever seen. He was well endowed, and I could tell the girth could get some getting used to. His balls were heavy and full and shaved clean. His legs were muscular and tan, and he had a serpent tattoo wrapping around his left leg from his calf up to his upper thigh.

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Milking Day – Part 1

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesI had one goal. Just one. Over and over again I repeated that one rule, just the one; no matter what, I was not to cum within the next minute. And when that minue was over, then set the goal again for the next minute, and so on and so forth, until my boyfriend wished it.

I was on all fours, naked save for the blindfold tied over my eyes, the ropes keeping me in place, and the steel chastity cage that had been locked on my junk for the past three weeks. Now, this really wasn’t anything unusual, as my boyfriend Mark and I are bondage addicts, and while we’re both switches, I tend to be more submissive. Chastity, of course, brings out my submissive side, making it easier for both of us. Today was my milking day, and I was just so fucking ready for it.

My body was shivering with anticipation and horniness. Mark had said he had a surprise for me, and had left me here blindfolded, what seemed to be hours ago. Whatever surprise he had in store, no doubt it had something to do with my milking, or with bondage, or something fun for one of us. My mind would go crazy with all the wild ideas I could think of, each one making my dick strain in the cage, and my full aching balls churn. I’d shoot my three-week load if I didn’t mindfully tell myself not to.

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The Roommate – Part 9

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By RbbrStorage

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

“Work.”

The door shut firmly behind Matt as he knelt on the cold tile floor. Matt quickly pulled the rubber hood from his head and glanced over at the laundry for an indication of the day that lay in store for him. No rubber suit sat waiting for him to squeeze into and fill with piss today. No massive cock-shaped butt plug sat waiting to invade his hungry ass. Instead, a new pair of slacks and a nice shirt hung on hangers. No rubber. Nothing out of the ordinary for Matt to wear today – except for the cock cage that already bound his genitals in plastic. And while the car key sat in its usual place on the laundry, no lunch money sat next to it. Matt wondered how he would eat lunch that day, then noticed the clock on the wall. It was a half hour earlier than the usual time he was commanded to “work” each morning, but he quickly deduced that it was to give him time to add the enemas to his morning routine.

As Matt carried out his preparations for a day at the office his mind was startlingly calm compared to each prior morning that week. For while Matt’s mind was still filled with unanswered questions, he seemed calmed by the knowledge that everything that was happening to him was according to plan – whose plan, he wasn’t sure, but somebody’s plan. The fear of someone noticing the cock cage beneath his dress slacks was gone, since anyone likely to notice it probably already knew that it was there. The fear that colleagues would realize that the shaved head was matched by a hairless body was similarly gone. And the lust that Matt had wrestled with each time his hunky colleagues would pass by his trailer over the previous two months, looking hot in their industrial rubber clothing – well, that wasn’t gone, but it was at least being addressed.

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The Roommate – Part 8

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By RbbrStorage

This story originally appeared on RubberZone. It is reposted here with permission.

Less than an hour later, Matt was again sweating in rubber, but this time for the added reason that he was running on his treadmill. Tonight he had returned home to find the rubber hood he had worn the night before waiting for him once again on the laundry, along with a wide tube gag, a rubber wrestling suit, running shoes and a pair of fist mitts. It was an outfit that told Matt that he was in for an evening of exercise.

The tube gag was not for piss, but to ensure that Matt could take the deep breaths that his body would crave while he worked out. But tonight it also served to effectively prevent Matt from questioning his roommate about the events of the day. Matt no longer had any doubt that the way in which his roommate had taken over Matt’s life was connected directly with the refinery. But he still had so many questions – questions he knew that he would probably never get to ask.

The workout was followed by the standard cold shower and the standard dinner – a protein shake poured down Matt’s throat – before the plug gag was secured once again around the rubber hood. And though Matt was then desperately ready to be put to bed and catch up on his desperately needed sleep, it became apparent that his evening with his roommate was far from over. One by one, Matt’s roommate took Matt’s hands, pushed them into a fist, then inserted each inside a rubber fist mitt. Then, carefully, and with a hand firmly on Matt’s shoulders, Matt’s roommate guided him down the old rickety stairs into the cellar.

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