By Mister-X / Spartan
Bryan got out of the shower. He’d finished cleaning himself. He looked in the mirror, liking what he saw. His muscular body was lean. His daily exercises done, albeit after he’d gotten home from work, he decided he was ready. His cock stirred in anticipation.
By Doug UK
I found myself floating, with some kind of forward movement as if in a tunnel, although not quite a tunnel, just blackness which surrounded and enveloped me. It was a sensation I’ve had before in dreams, and yet this was not a dream. Ahead, I could see a glow of light, and slowly, almost like flying in slow motion, I moved towards it.
By ty dehner
After arriving home, I am led back to the play space and laid down on a bed. Soon Kevin is putting me into a heavy rubber sleep sack. I struggle a little bit, for I thought it was late and I should be returning to my hotel room. I try to remind him through the gag that keeps my mouth open and continue to drool. He shocks me and talks forcefully into my ear.
By Jimmy S
Hey Metal. Glad to be able to submit (pun intended) this description of how we play the game. My partner, Jack, lives far away, so real-life meetings are few. Therefore when we need a bit of bondage, we have to coordinate carefully. But if no contact is possible, any keys to freedom are locked in a box with a combo lock under the popular program Timelock for some random period of time.
By Matt G
The day started out like any other. I got up from my bunk and said hello to my fellow bunkmates. As I prepared to get my morning shower I had a weird feeling. There was something unsettling in the back of my head. I pushed that to the side and continued about my day. After my shower I put on my desert cams and headed out the door to prep my .50 caliber machine gun for convoy duty. There were nine of us on this convoy duty. We were supposed to be transporting high value supplies from Baghdad to northern Iraq. I usually hate this trip because there is a much higher chance of being engaged by insurgents.
By Nitro
Jake:
“Very good, boy,” I said as I shoved my tongue down his throat and spent a while making out with him. That grunt response shows me that this is exactly where he needs and wants to be.
I pull my tongue reluctantly out of his mouth and stand up. It’s really starting to get late, and we both will have to work in the morning. I start releasing the restraints from the chair and helping him stand up. It’s a little harder than he expected, since he can’t see and is trying to keep his balance.
By slave4Strict713
Tuesday – 8:00 p.m.
Andy was frustrated and horny. His slave cravings had been haunting him. They began with abduction fantasies. In college, he ventured to the adult bookstore, and through magazines and old Drummer reprints he discovered the world of Masters and slaves. It was like putting a match to lighter fluid. Since then, he had been working in a smaller city, with no real leather community to speak of, so he had been living vicariously online, spending his evenings and weekends in various adult chat rooms and masturbating to porn images.
By Ropeluvr
The following is fiction, and enacting it could have possible negative risks. It is provided for entertainment purposes only.
Like my prior story, this is merely a beginning. You can let your imagination run wild or take it somewhere entirely different. I’ve always found that the setup to these stories is more intense and satisfying than what comes afterward. This is probably because the mechanics of sex, slavery and captivity aren’t what get me going. I have fantasies after these openings, but since my experiences and interests aren’t the same as others, I almost feel like I’m cheapening anyone else’s enjoyment by servicing my own. So, there isn’t likely to be a continuation of this tale; however, one never knows what might strike my fancy later.
© Ropeluvr
My backdoor neighbor — that’s a term that amuses my juvenile side, but it’s the best way to describe our situation. My house’s backyard adjoins his backyard. It’s a chain link fence, so there isn’t much privacy, but no one in the neighborhood really has much more than that, so it seems perfectly normal. My backdoor neighbor is tall, dark haired and sports either a clean-shaven face or a goatee whatever seems to suit his fancy. He’s thin, but his loose T-shirts have a hint of sculpt beneath them. Other than mow or trim his lawn, I don’t think he does much else outside of work but go to the gym.