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Birthday Surprise – Part 01

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By mclioncub

It had been a year since I first met Kevin. I was at a bar with several friends and Kevin entered the room. He was dressed in tight jeans and tight white T-shirt. His physique and piercing eyes had me captivated from the beginning. He was perfect in every way and could only hope he was my birthday gift. By the end of the evening, Kevin and I were an item. How more perfect could my birthday be? In addition, Kevin was very intuitive and we seemed to mesh on so many levels.

During the past year, Kevin and I had gotten close. So close that we talked about all of my fantasies and fetishes. Everything from being bound to being turned into a slave… none of which interested Kevin. Although he was not into my fetishes, he loved that I talked about it because it made me hard and made for great sex. We had a great vanilla relationship. He was my man, and I loved it. Little did I know what he had planned.

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Taken

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By Rubrpig

Steven left the bar frustrated by the lack of action. Despite the presence of some very hot men in full leather, they seemed more interested in talking rather than any action. One man had especially caught his eye as he was tall muscular and dressed in full BLUF gear. A heavy langlitz jacket, leather shirt and tie, quilted breeches and wesco boots. Topped with a Muir cap which set off the man’s bearded face and enhanced by the cigar. He had approached and attempted to strike up a conversation but was rebuffed and he gave up thinking that he was just another poser in leather. What he failed to realize in his frustration was that the leather man was very interested in Steven and had been quietly observing him before Steven left the bar obviously frustrated from the look on his face.

The leather man finished his beer and walked out of the bar and look around to see which direction Steven had headed in. Seeing him on the corner he pulled out his cell and placed a call and told the person he called that he was heading in his direction. He hung up and followed Steven, his heavy boots thudding on the pavement as he watched Steven in the distance.

Steven was heading for his car which he had parked several blocks from the bar. His polished combat boots and his chaps creaked as he walked and as always he enjoyed the sound of his tight leathers. His chaps were skin tight over his levis and showed off his ass and crotch. As he passed the mouth of an alleyway he heard a sound which attracted his attention. It sounded like someone was calling for help. Being a police officer he knew he should check it out. He entered the dark alley and called out for whoever was there.   Suddenly, he heard a sound of someone behind him and he was grabbed and a cloth put over his nose and mouth.

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 02

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By R8080

The farmhouse was nestled at the end of a very long road. A collection of outbuildings surrounded the main building, a large two storey stone building. Perimeter lights kicked on as they approached, the heavy duty flood lights illuminating everything around the inner courtyard.

They pulled up alongside a tractor, the yellow and green shining brightly in the artificial sunlight, and Alex lost sight of the driver as he got out of the car. A few minutes later he returned, opening the passenger door and looking at Alex’s motionless form. Finally he ungagged Alex, letting the rubber wedge escape Alex’s lips with a wet plop.

“Have you learnt your lesson boy?”

“Yes sir,” Alex said.

“And if I let you out, will you do what I say?”

“Yes sir.”

The driver released the strap from around Alex’s chest and the seat, but left his hands secured in the two loops. As he helped Alex out of the car, Alex had his first proper look at the farmyard. The gate to the road looked sturdy and even from here Alex could make out the heavy padlock. But the fence to the side was low, Alex reckoned he could vault it and escape through the fields. How far was it back to the road, a mile? Maybe two?

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 01

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By R8080

“You lost kid?”

The car pulled up alongside Alex, a big 4×4 with the dirt marks to show it was used by a local and not some rich mother dropping her kids off at school.

Alex leant on the frame of his broken road bike and tried to make out the drivers face in the shadow of the car. Alex had taken the Friday off work and spent most of the day out on his bike so he could recover the rest of the weekend.

“Broke some spokes and my battery’s dead,” Alex said.

“Where you going?”

“Kings Forest.”

The driver whistled.

“That’s a long way to push a bike,” he finally said. “Hop in. I’ll take care of you.”

Alex began to protest but realised it would be gone midnight before he made it back. A double century, what an achievement he thought it’d be, cycling two hundred miles in a day only to get wrap a wheel around a fallen branch the far side of the turnpike.

“Come on boy,” the driver said impatiently. “Put your bike in the boot.”

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Green Bay Part 2 – The Biggest Step

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By ty dehner

Master J answered my ad with an e-mail response that piqued my interest. i returned the e-mail and we started a dialog on line. It was the end of June. We began meeting online through AOL at the same time and exchanging instant messages time and time again. We learned more about each of us and what we were looking for. Master J had purchased a slave but found that they were not compatible. But he had learned about what his desires were. After time we started to talk on the phone.

A voice can give you a stronger feeling for a man, because you can feel his tones. i was feeling something that was good about Master J. He started to push for me to visit. But i was in school and was unable to afford the plane ticket some 2000 miles from home. Then he offered to fly me to visit, we would explore and see who we were. After discussion with my best friend, i decided that i could not pass this opportunity, for i would spend my life wondering what could’ve been.

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Green Bay Part 1 – Introduction

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By ty dehner

What is a life without fantasies? i do believe that in time many a person can have his fantasies come true, if one truly believes. When those fantasies involve gay sex, bondage, leather and many other “kinky” thoughts, it can be difficult to find the right person to share those dreams with. And it is even harder to find an outlet to share those dreams, in order to find the right guy. But once one comes to terms that these desires are a good thing and should be explored, then finding the source becomes easier.

Since i was a kid, i have dreamed of leather and bondage. i have longed to be submissive to a dominating person.   It wasn’t until i was in my late twenties that i started to realize that in the fantasies it was always a man controlling me. And by 30 i was coming to terms that i was gay. When i was 32 i discovered that i was not alone in my dreams of leather bondage and other thoughts. As i discovered reading material that focused on these ideas, it let my mind wander to areas i never thought of, and i was excited by it all.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 01

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By lthr_jock

Clark walked down the cell block, glaring at the inmates who were still out of the cells his presence usually enough to send then scurrying out of his way. He could best be described as a bull of a man – 6-foot-4, barrel chested and with thick arms and legs from repeated workouts. Although he was in his 40s he was still in remarkably good condition with hardly any fat on his body. He kept his hair neatly trimmed though not shaved like some of his colleagues did. The inmates new better than to cross him – he knew where all of the security cameras were and he was able to inflict pain swiftly and violently when he decided to.

Clark was definitely an old school prison guard. He didn’t believe in all the modern crap about rehabilitation – as far as Clark was concerned, prison should be true punishment. If it was up to him, inmates would be in distinctive prison garb, doing hard labour and be in shackles all the time. His mind drifted to the collection of iron restraints he had in his cellar at home – if only he was allowed to use those on the inmates, he would have a much easier time!

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A Rubberboi’s First Time

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By R8080

By the time the train arrived at the station, the sweat had really begun to collect between my skin and the locking rubber suit my new Master had told me to wear. My hoodie was pulled up but the rubber collar with its shiny ring was showing above my t-shirt. I got off the train feeling like everyone was watching me, listening to the rubber squeak beneath my clothes.

He was waiting for me in the parking lot. He didn’t say anything as I approached. He just opened the drivers door and waited for me to get in. I’d barely sat down when His gloved hands were on me, covering my face, probing my mouth and tweaking my nipples beneath my shirt. As He pulled back my tongue reached for His gloves one last time and I realised I was harder than I had ever been.

“Good boi,” he said. “Put these on.”

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