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Busman’s Holiday – Part 06

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By lthr_jock

Clark realised he had to get home as soon as possible – he dreaded to think what Vickers would do with access to his house. He twisted the key in the ignition and went to put the car in gear – and immediately realised that he had a problem. With his right hand on its usual position on the wheel, he couldn’t reach the gear level. Instead, he had to slide his right hand around to the bottom of the steering wheel. He growled and drove off, almost immediately jerking to a halt – as he has pushed down the accelerator, the chain between his ankles and wrists tightened and nearly pulled his hands off the wheel. In the end, he found that he could drive along with both hands near the bottom of the wheel.

As he drove home, he found that the best way to do it was keep slow and gentle. As a result, he drove along considerably slower than he would normally. To make it worse, luck was against him and every traffic light he met seemed to be on red. As he sat at one, waiting to start again a car pulled up beside him. He ignored it until the car sounded its’ horn twice. He looked across to see a pickup truck with two laughing men inside. From their slightly elevated position, the passenger could see down into the car and had a clear view of Clark’s predicament. He had obviously told the driver who had leaned across to see. Clark blushed and tried to ignore them, also trying to move to disguise the bulge that the cock tube was making in the rubber jockstrap.

“HEY! HEY!”

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The Convict – Part 03

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By Joshua Ryan

The executive lounge is on the top floor of the Freer Building. It’s very comfortable. There’s even a deck outside where you can catch a few rays or look at the stars if you’re working late. It was a good view, but not many people stepped outside to enjoy it. Like Peter said, how much ass can you scope in an industrial park? And at breaks, everybody sort of expected you to keep with your group. There was one guy who stayed in his cube and read, and he was regarded as totally antisocial. I didn’t have enough guts to do that. But I was tired of Peter and his stupid jokes. So I started using the deck.

I knew he’d be watching out of the corner of his eye, so at first I just strolled around, glancing over the railing at this and that. But then I looked for what I really wanted to see. Down below, at the edge of Phase Two, the convicts were moving closer. Already the pile of rocks had come about a third of the way along the fence. The cons in the harnesses pulled the bin across the field, and the cons on the chain pulled out the rocks and laid them in line. Then you could see what looked like guys with hammers, going after the rocks to get them in shape.

“Making little ones out of big ones,” Peter said, on the one day when he surprised me by leaving the group and coming out on the deck. “Same thing that an old queer does when he’s naked.”

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 05

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By lthr_jock

Clark drove home, his persistently hard cock a distraction as he drove. As he drove, his free hand wandered down to caress his cock and he could feel it leaking, and the need to cum became more and more urgent. He pulled over into a handy layby and nipped out of the car into the bushes. Pulling his cock out, he only had to jerk it 3 or 4 times before exploding all over the leaves of the bush. Blushing furiously, he tucked his cock away and returned to his car for the drive home.

Once back, he quickly grabbed a shower and changed into some sweats, then logged onto his computer. The first thing he did was send Vickers a message. “Hey, great bit of kit again. Thanks. Hope to see those pics soon.”   He then started to browse some of the sites he had found previously and soon found himself stroking his cock again.

After a couple of days, Vickers sent him an email. “Pics have been posted on my site. I have a ton more here, but too large to send by email.” He had added a URL and Clark clicked on it. Vickers’ site was all to sell his bespoke metal bondage gear. He checked around it, and under the heading “Yoke” he found a set of pictures in an album entitled “Samuel.” Vickers had photo-shopped a generic looking head onto Clarks shoulders and then blurred it slightly. He had also photo-shopped several backgrounds in. The photos looked amazing, and Clark tried to make copies but the site wouldn’t let him. He snarled in frustration and fired an email off to Vickers about it.

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Return to Green Bay – A real-life experience

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By ty dehner

They say that when opportunity comes knocking you better answer, or it might never return. Well, for me it knocked and i wasn’t ready. Thankfully, it has returned!

MasterJ and i started talking regularly again, he had grown over the years to create a persona and play space that I nicknamed “Dungeon on the Bay.” His photos had started to fill the internet as more boys and Masters discovered this talented Master. He had become to be known as SirN and in time he would become an internet legend. We started discussing a visit to discover each other again. In the meantime, i had introduced a military friend to SirN and he wanted to be Sir’s slave. They had worked on visiting each other during the Labor Day weekend. It was at the last minute that i was also invited and arranged a return to Green Bay. The army boy that i was traveling with was to be referred to as my brother. For if this family comes together, he will be my little brother.

We arrived in Appleton, Wisconsin, in the evening. i was very glad to see SirN again, as we loaded into the van. brother got into the back seat, as we headed out of the airport. As we pulled out of the parking area, SirN realized he forgot his wallet at home, thankfully there wasn’t a fee for parking at this small airport. A short distance down the road, SirN pulls off the freeway and into a parking lot. Soon, SirN put brother into a full leather hood and leather wrist restraints that were locked behind his back. Now he was set for his ride to Green Bay. i am sure he was thrilled, for he loves leather hoods. As we drove down the highway, brother sat high in his seat, the windows tinted so few could see this late in the evening.

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We got into Green Bay after about a half hour’s drive and headed towards SirN’s home and the Dungeon on the Bay. Suddenly, SirN yelled for brother to drop to the floor right away. “Shit.” said SirN as alongside the van came a police officer. We pulled into a driveway and waited. The officer came up to Sir’s window and questioned Sir, who stated he didn’t have his license when asked. The officer said that since Sir didn’t have a license and that he sounded nervous, he would search the van. SirN and i sat still as the officer walked around to the sliding door and was about to find brother on the floor, his head hiding between the seats.

Officer opened the door and found brother’s booted feet sticking out at him. The officer tapped brother’s foot, questioning him. He ordered brother up and found him with the full hood on his head. Brother had to be nervous, not knowing what was really happening. But when the officer pulled down the zipper on the face of the hood and let brother actually see him, with a call coming across his radio at the same time, brother knew this was real. The officer certainly had some questions. He zipped the hood back up and walked brother to a nearby brick wall to stand against. The officer came back to SirN and i, who were out of the van. It was great to see our officer friend again. i had met him during my very first visit to SirN over a year ago. He is a real police officer, and when i found out he was visiting during our stay i asked Sir if they’d like to give my brother an experience that many only fantasize about.

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 05

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By R8080

Outside the Sun had already begun to rise and the rain of the previous night was nowhere to be seen.

Alex stood on the threshold of the kitchen. The leather harness was squeezing the rubber suit he was wearing, keeping him constantly horny, but with his hands bound behind his back there was nothing he could do to get relief.

His Master appeared in his vision holding a small bag. The posture collar around Alex’s neck prevented him from looking at anything except what his Master wanted him to. His Master looped a finger through one of the heavy rings in the collar and tugged Alex forwards, out of the house.

Alex took a cautious step outside, the metal of the hoof boot biting into the top of his foot. Already he could feel his legs burning with the effort of standing on his tip toes.

“No one will see you,” his Master said, answering Alex’s unasked question. “It’s you and me boi. You’ll learn that you can only be free when you’re under my control.”

“Yes Sir,” Alex tried to say, but the metal bit gag across his mouth made the words sound like a muffled gurgle.

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The Convict – Part 02

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By Joshua Ryan

On the train that night, I noticed a billboard beside the track, just before my stop. I’d never looked at it before. It showed a guy’s butt and the lower part of his back. The guy was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and his wrists were cuffed together behind his butt. There was a tough-looking hand gripping one of his arms. The billboard said: “COMMIT A CRIME, DO PRISON TIME. LOTS OF TIME.” I think it had been there for a while, but like I say, I’d never noticed it. I liked the guy in the jeans, though.

As soon as I got home, I went on the net. I knew there would be a Department of Corrections website. Every state agency has a website. I wanted to find out more about the Durant Unit. And I did.

The DOC home page had a “Mission Statement,” which I didn’t read, and a picture of “Anthony B. Michaelis, Director,” which looked pretty dorky, and a long rap about Mr. Michaelis’s “Recent Activities.” I didn’t read much of that, either. The activities consisted mainly of opening new correctional units “due to the enormous success of the Turn Em In Program, and the Universal Penal Reform Act of 2014.” There were links to “The Program” and “The Act and Its Aftermath,” but those pages looked really boring, and I went back to the rap on the home page. Near the end, it mentioned the Director’s success in “facilitating the rehabilitation of superannuated units,” which apparently meant reopening old prisons. The last one mentioned was “the Southern Regional Longterm Correctional Facility (SRLCF), formerly Durant State Penitentiary.” There was a link, and I clicked on it.

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Racked and Tickled

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By Jack

Have you ever been tied and stretched on a medieval torture rack?

It is one of the most painfully intense tortures you can experience.

The further you are stretched, the more painful it becomes. It can also be extremely dangerous, too. Shoulders can be dislocated, lungs can collapse, muscles and tendons can be sprained and snapped. You would definitely want to avoid being stretched out too far.

This type of torture was standard in interrogations. The victim was usually stretched painfully and then asked questions, or made to confess to heinous crimes against the church or state. With every wrong answer or refusal to talk, the cylindrical drum at the top of the rack was turned another notch, and the body was stretched more and more, inch by inch. Even after obtaining a confession, often the stretching continued until the victim passed out. Or worse. The victim usually had no control over how far his body was stretched.

But what if you found yourself tied to such a device?

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Your Choice

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By BigMouthfla

It was a very tough decision to completely relinquish control and allow him to keep me chastised for as long as he desired. This is not an easy thing for a man to decide to do. Literally giving up full control and letting another man control your orgasms is a big step in a relationship. But, I did make that decision and chose this life.

It had been about a month since I decided to give in to him and give up full control. I’d been wearing a cb-2000, not the most secure device in the world and truth be told, I could orgasm through it if worked up enough. In this respect, life was not that bad – I get a thrill by not being able to unlock the device, but if things get too much, I can orgasm on my own when I choose to. Of course, I’d never let him know that.

On one Saturday morning, he said he wanted to tie me up so we could “play.” As he ties me up all the time, I didn’t think anything of it, so I gladly agreed. He tied me up in a standing position against the wall as he normally does. He started to rub my cock through the cage I was wearing. Of course it felt so good that I was moaning and didn’t want it to stop. I had to be careful as to not shoot off in front of him though.

He said, “I’m so glad that you’ve given me full control over your orgasms. I appreciate the trust you’ve placed with me. Now, I’m going to give you an option to have a little control yourself. I’ll give you three different options and you choose what works best for you. Your first option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 10-week period – 5 per week. Your second option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 25-week period – 2 per week. Your third option is to decline this offer and remain locked for an undetermined amount of time.”

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