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Training the Sergeant – Part 2

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By lthr_jock

Davis let himself into his house and put the tote bag from the gym on his hallway floor. He saw some letters on the floor including a notification that an attempt had been made to deliver a parcel earlier. He raised an eyebrow – he hadn’t remembered ordering anything. Davis padded upstairs to his bedroom and stripped off his soiled uniform and then took a long slow shower. As he towelled dry, he looked at himself in the mirror. He grinned – the gym was really paying off. He had been doing well for years, but recently he was packing muscle on. He was sporting a fine 6-pack, though it was partially hidden behind his thick pelt of hair.

Davis headed back into his bedroom and looked at the clock. Damn – he had to get moving or he would be late for his appointment. He walked naked downstairs and collected the totebag and returned to his bedroom, emptying the bag and neatly laying the items out on the bed. He looked at it, his cock starting to harden and then began dressing.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 1

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By lthr_jock

Sergeant Davis got in the passenger seat of the patrol car and looked across at the constable driving. PC Fletcher was 24 years old, new to the force and still very much the rookie on the team. Despite his 6ft height and muscular build, he was softly spoken and Davis was accompanying him to help get him used to some of the work he would need to be doing. Davis was an old hand at this – at 40 years old he had been on the force for 15 years and had experienced almost everything the job could throw at him. He was over 6ft tall himself and packed with muscle from his years of training at the gym. His hair was black with flecks of grey and he sported a heavy moustache.

“Right, Fletcher, where’s our first job?”

“Well, Boss, I got a statement to take from that robbery yesterday. Once that’s done, we can go make an arrest attempt.”

“Good man, let’s get that sorted and then we can see what’s going on out there.”

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 2

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By ty dehner

Things were silent as I was chained over Master Kevin’s bike and left with a stranger in my own living room. Encased in full leather, including my head I can’t speak, I can’t see and I am helpless with this guy. Slowly he moves behind me and he finds a zip in the leather pants that I didn’t know existed. It exposes my ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, pig. I don’t give a shit what your Master says, he isn’t here and I make my own rules.”

Without warning he pushes his hard dick into my dry ass and I moan loudly into the hood. He uses me hard and he takes his time punishing my asshole. But if he thinks I’m going to spill the beans for that he is mistaken. I’m pissed that he broke Master’s rules but I won’t be giving into him. His fucking of me lasts a while until he reaches climax and must shoot his load into me.

He collapses on my back and talks to me.

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 1

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By ty dehner

The single tail whip snapped as it struck my naked backside. This was the 18th strike as I was ordered to keep count when the last lock on the steel wrist restraining was put upon me and connected to the steel St. Andrews Cross that stood in the middle of 10th Street. I was stark naked held fast in steel wrist and ankle restrains locked to the steel cross. My cock has been in its heavy metal chastity belt for a week with a metal plug up my ass and a metal helmet on my head to scream into.

I’ve been on this cross for over an hour and Master Kevin has allowed various leather men to use their floggers, whips and crops on me to show me the power and control he has over his object. This is far different from last year when I was here in full leather. Then I could never had thought I would be owned by Master Kevin and be in his service. But here I am as the next strike really stings and I scream and try to break free of the steel, knowing that I can’t. I feel a leather glove on my back and it gently sooths my burning skin.

“Pig you know how many Facebook and Tumblr feeds you are going to appear in tonight! They don’t know that under that helmet you are sweating in that full leather hood and your mouth is stuffed with the inflatable gag. But they know you are suffering for me and I’m so close to pulling that plug out and fucking you right here on the street!”

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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 10

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By Greg Alexander

It was a warm afternoon, and as Wes walked down the street, he was sweating heavily.

He was sweating, less because of the heat, and more because he had just gotten back from soccer practice and hadn’t had any time to change. He had been (deliberately) wearing the same white athletic socks for 7 solid days now, and he knew his athletic feet were starting to smell. In fact, his teammates had commented on it in the locker room earlier today.

Wes sighed as he trudged on, still wearing his soccer cleats and those socks. He knew he should change them. But he couldn’t help it.

In one hand, he was carrying a grocery bag. He had visited the convenience store earlier in the day, where he had bought a supersized jar of peanut butter, a big container of mayo, a bottle of ketchup and a can of puppy chow dog food. He was walking fast, and his heart rate was a little bit up. He felt excited. Was that wrong? Maybe a little bit. Did Wes care much? Not really. He figured life was too short. He was going to have fun where he could.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 23

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By lthr_jock

Morrison sprawled out in the bed and stretched as he woke up. He yawned extravagantly, enjoying the way his toes tangled in the crisp clean sheets. He looked around the hotel room and scratched at his morning erection. He stopped, puzzled – had he dreamt he had returned to the prison? The memories were so clear – could he have dreamed that? Wondering at what was going on, he walked over to the window and pushed the curtains open to look outside, unworried that anyone would see his naked body through the glass.

The car park down below was speckled with vehicles and the quality of the light made him think that it was early morning. He leant against the window frame as he started to plan his day. His attention was drawn by movement beside a black Landrover. Someone had poked their head up from the other side of it and almost immediately ducked back down. Morrison watched the Landrover for any other movements and out of the corner of his eye saw some movement in the corner of the car park. It was close enough to the hotel that he couldn’t quite make it out and he pressed his face to the glass to try and make it out. He could see another black Landrover and what seemed to be movement on the other side of it.

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The Examination – Part 6

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By Slavebladeboi

I stood at his feet, looking down at him lying on the open canvas body bag wet with sweat and smelling of the leather he was still wearing.

“You know what I do here don’t you?”

“Not sure Sir, but …”

“Yes?”

“Well, Sir, if you have David here I presume it’s sort of punishment.”

“Sort of? I can do what I like in here, pain or pleasure. The choice is mine”

“Yes Sir.”

“What would you choose, Brand?”

“Not sure Sir, although …”

“Yes, finish Brand.”

“Well, Sir, I was going to say you could do anything you liked with me, Sir.”

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The Cage – Part 04

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By Steellock

So here I am, it’s Friday and I am trotting down the stone stairs into the cellar bar, my boots thumping as I go down. Back in my thick leather bulldog chest harness and 20-hole black boots all covered by Camo trousers and a Levi jacket over a white T shirt.

At the bottom is an appointment with a tight steel gibbet cage. Last weekend I had spent a night in it; after a play session Ryan the barman had slept the sleep of the unjust in front of me while an Estim box had zapped pads all over my body at 30-second intervals. I had been twitching and writhing as much as the steel embrace allowed – which was virtually not at all! My cock was tired and sore after the evening’s entertainment but had still been pushing hard against the spikes in a chastity cage Ryan had locked on as he released me from ‘The Shed.’ I had ‘Mmmrrrpphh’ed all night through a rubber tongue gag unable to wake him and get him to turn the fucking thing off! The next morning he had commented that it was a good thing that pre-cum was not toxic to stainless steel, judging by the amount that I had dribbled onto the solid steel of the cage.

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