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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 06

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By Nitro

Hey everyone! It’s been a long time since I’ve added to this story. Recently at an event I was approached by a fan who said he’d missed the installments, and it really motivated me to start writing again. Thank you all for your patience, there’s a lot more to come! To start at Part 1, click here.

—Nitro

 

When we last left Ian and Jake they were leaving the gym after a grueling workout. In the gym Ian calls the shots for them both, but outside the gym Jake controls everything. Jake has been locked in a metal ball stretcher for two days now and his large thick cock is safely sealed in a steel cage. After their workout Jake worked an XL butt plug into Ian’s tight hole and they are heading out to start what will prove to be a hard weekend.

“See you at the house, fucker. Go straight there, you won’t need anything from home,” Jake said, leaning in close and pressing on the base of the thick plug as he talked to his new property. Just a couple days ago this boy had no idea that his friend was also “ImmobileRestraint” online, the pics he had jerked off too so many times. He still has no clue just what the man behind that profile is capable of.

Ian carefully got into his truck sitting down very gently on the massive invader in his hole. This is by far the biggest thing he’s ever had in there, and according to his cock spreading the huge wet spot on his shorts he is really enjoying it. He watched SIR start to drive away and he put the truck in gear to follow him. Thinking about the weekend ahead the wet spot just kept growing. Every small bump in the road translated to a groan of pleasure from the firetruck parked in his hole. The drive took about ten very long minutes before pulling up in front of SIR’s home. If the neighbors had any idea what was kept in that house…

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Bro to Ho – Part 3

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesThe rest of the semester flashed by in a blur of exams, finals, studies, and presentations. For me, it wasn’t a big deal, it was just the end of another semester. No distractions, no worries, just the expected tedium and routine. I knew it was very different for Shawn, and the idea of a whole house of horny, stressed out frat boys using him harder than usual was one I jerked off to most nights when I had the time to do so. The other image I got off to? Well…

Billy called at the end of Thanksgiving break, with a top-secret agenda. Before I’d volunteered Shawn to be the house bitch, Billy had been considering someone else: Gabe, a hot, muscular stud with a quick temper. The sinewy young man had short sandy blond hair and deep grey eyes, perfect grades, and was a valuable asset on both the wrestling mat and the football field. He’d returned to grad studies after taking some time off. Billy’s idea was to temper Gabe’s hot-headedness by locking him up and humbling him until he learned to keep his cool. As Gabe was an openly gay member, the bitch duties wouldn’t be as much punishment, rather a reward for improved behavior. The only real catch was that Gabe considered himself a total top, an alpha, like most of these guys thought of themselves.

First things first though, Billy wanted me to check Shawn’s progress myself. Surely I could also see what I thought about Gabe too at the same time.

And that’s how I got an invitation to the party.

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The Adventures of Pete and Gunner – Part 2

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By pwnedpuppy

Getting Ready for the Move

It was late Thursday night as the train pulled into the station.  my phone buzzed – it was Pete.

“you can ride up front,” He wrote. (And, yes – the you was lower-case.)

As i left the platform, i could see Pete’s truck off in the parking lot.  He flashed His headlights to let me know He saw me.  i scampered over quickly, able to move nimbly since i had absolutely no luggage with me.

Visiting Pete on weekends was really an exercise in minimalism. i spent most of my time at His place naked, and anything that i would be allowed to wear was stored there.  All i had to bring was myself, my ID and my phone.

i got to the truck, opened the door, and saw Pete sitting in the driver’s seat in the glow of the golden interior light. He looked great as always.

Pete’s dark brown hair neat in a high and tight, with a week’s worth stubble covering the lower part of His face. His square jaw shined in the gleam of the overhead light. An unzipped black leather bike jacket hung from His big, broad shoulders, covering His torso. He had a tight black t-shirt on underneath.  Wranglers hugged His bubble butt, and He was wearing those goddamn riding boots that i’ve given a tongue bath to too many times to count over the last couple years.

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Leather Lover Lunatic Asylum

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By Mister-Spartan

Ryan and Walt were in bed. Ryan was tightly enclosed in his favorite leather straitjacket, plus leather pants. His cock, as usual, was in chastity. Walt was alongside, his arms around Ryan.

“You’ll be gone for a whole month? What am I going to do during all that time?”

“I’ve thought about that. There’s this place that you can stay at called the ‘Leather Lover Lunatic Asylum.’ You’ll be able to get your leather fetish satisfied while they keep you secure, feeding you, bathing you, taking care of all your needs. They call it a ‘lunatic asylum’ not because it is an official one, but because their guests are kept in leather straitjackets. It should suit you perfectly.”

Ryan thought about it. It sounded like just what he would want. He finally smiled and said, “You’re right. It won’t be the same without you, but it sounds like the next best thing. You know what I like. Thank you.” The two kissed and turned over to go to sleep.

When it came time for Walt to leave on his business trip, he called the facility. In a couple of hours, a white van drove up. Two beefy guys got out that were dressed in all white, looking just like attendants at a mental facility. They brought along a gurney that had a lot of straps attached to it, as well as a pile of black leather gear lying on top of it.

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The Adventures of Pete and Gunner – Part 1

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By pwnedpuppy

This is a sequel to Truckbound

It’s been a while since i’ve had a story to tell since “Truckbound”, but i wanted to catch everyone up on how things have been going with Pete and i.

In case you forgot, i’m Jeremy… well, “Gunner” is what Pete calls me – these days it’s whether we’re in a scene or not.  Still five foot seven, still about 160 pounds of lean muscle. i still work IT, although the job market isn’t what it once was.  Laidback bro out in public, putty-in-your-hands sub with a pup streak in the playroom.

Pete still towers over me at six foot two.  He’s till working construction (although He owns His own business now). He’s bulked up a little – still all muscle, but has taken a bit of an interest in some amateur powerlifting.  Still drives a big pickup, still plays a little rec hockey now and then, and still in to totally owning my ass when i come to visit on weekends.

i’ve been Pete’s pup for two years now.  About six months ago, He collared me full-time with a gorgeous piece of stainless steel chain and a matching padlock.  A little liquid weld went into the keyhole of the lock, so the only way this is coming off is with a bolt cutter.  It’s been a great turning point in our relationship.

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Bro to Ho – Part 2

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesI am not a sadist, a fact that might surprise many considering the extreme methods I employed and allowed with Shawn. For the past month, he’d been locked in an indestructible titanium chastity cage, and was adjusting an entirely new life in the frat house. He’d wake up at 4:30 on the dot, shower, groom, workout and stretch, and offer morning blowjobs. The inconsistent sleep he got was on the floor, or in a metal dog crate in the basement. Normally, he wasn’t allowed to speak or move without permission or specific orders. The frat house was brutally strict in that regard, and the only things that took precedence were Shawn’s classes and treatment-related appointments and therapy. Which meant that a great majority of the time, he was available for bitch duties.

While I do believe it was necessary to maintain his normal routines, I did not need to keep up the hellish conditions and protocols of the frat house. I enjoyed letting Shawn have a bit a of a break to recharge and recover. He slept in the bed with me, and he was allowed to speak and move as he wished. I kept him naked, collared, and shackled, but otherwise he was free. He’d wake up at 5:30 on the dot, shower, groom, workout and stretch, and offer a morning blowjob. I had him practice with dildos and butt plugs to keep himself limber for when the break ended. He was very polite, respectful, and quiet. I could tell he appreciated the affection he got from me. The week went by quickly. As the last day dawned, he showed a bit of a mood change.

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Bro to Ho – Part 1

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 gay bondage storiesShawn was your typical all-American dumb frat boy. Muscular body, cute face, ripped jeans, and Abercrombie T shirts. He partied, drank, played around, and took everyone and everything around him for granted. Now, one would think that a guy who had flunked out of college twice already, and chose to try again a third time would have learned something from his mistakes, or at least cared on some subconscious level about his future.

Not Shawn. The first week of classes he acted like every other high school jock ready to get up to no good with their new adult life. He was rarely on time for classes, never studied, barely participated, except in anything athletic. We were both on the swim team, and though he could almost keep pace with me, he was never seriously considered for competition due to his lack of effort. Every night, he’d stumble into the dorm, drunk off his ass, shuffle around for a while, before passing out anywhere but on his cot. As a serious student with early morning lab classes, this was not an acceptable situation.

But I knew his kind, sitting down for a conversation mediated by the RA was not going to be any help. Logic and reason are lost on these guys. I would find another way.

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Awakening (short story)

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By Mature Captive

“You have too much freedom.” He was always stronger than me. Bigger too, and his cock… Well let’s just say there’s good reason we call him “the Python.” And a couple decades younger too; so even while I was training him, I always knew and hoped someday he would come to dominate me. Deep down I wanted it too. So, as I slowly taught him all the dark arts of sadomasochism, I was just waiting for the day when he realized it for himself.

“Way too much freedom.” My heart thrilled and my cock stiffened at his words, but I remained silent. Bound helplessly as I was, already stretched out on the bondage bed, well gagged and hooded, there wasn’t much I could say or do. He was in charge, and supposedly this was to be another of our casual morning training sessions. But knowing him as well as I do, I could almost see the light go on in his brain.

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