Category Archives: Story

Story

Rubber Fuck Toys

2 Comments

By Locked22

Sean and Kyle had been friends for years – first meeting through kinky social networking, then discovering they had the same kinks, then taking it offline – but they couldn’t play often, due to the distance between them. Sure, they saw each other a few times a year at kink events, but real play opportunities were limited by travel time. This latest trip had been planned nearly a year in advance. Sean was going to drive up for a week-long kinky holiday at Kyle’s.

Shortly after this latest trip was planned, Kyle messaged Sean to share a powerful fantasy he had of the two of them: a double dildo gag – a gag that was both a gag for the wearer and a dildo the wearer could fuck someone with. In the fantasy, Kyle was in a sling while Sean was the one gagged, bound to the sling stand, kneeling, and would be forced to fuck Kyle using the gag.

The fantasy consumed their sexual dreams for weeks. It seemed ideally suited to the two friends – both were switches who craved the power exchange of the scene. Sean would be in the dominant position of fucking Kyle, but with his dick locked away in a chastity cage, so he’d be submissive, too. He could fuck, but he would feel nothing. Kyle, on the other hand, would be in the traditionally submissive role of bottom, but would also be in charge of the entire scene, since Sean would be restrained and unable to move.

Continue reading Rubber Fuck Toys →

Story

Busman’s Holiday – Part 17

10 Comments

By lthr_jock

Vickers looked at the message Morrison had sent him and nodded thoughtfully. Getting Clark to have a full body shave was something he had been thinking about for a while. However, convincing him might be tricky. Clark hadn’t replied to him since delivering the book to Morrison and Vickers was concerned that he might have overplayed his hand. He checked Clark’s browsing history and smiled. Clark was still going to lots of bondage and leather sites, along with plenty that showed muscle men in bondage. He was also regularly checking on Vickers’ site and looking at the comments that people were making about his photos.

Vickers grinned and posted a comment anonymously. “Great model, but would be so much better with a smooth body.”

He sat back – he knew others would chime in and at least plant a seed in Clark’s mind. He wouldn’t contact Clark himself for a couple of weeks – and even then, just to remind him about the rest of his debt.

* * *

Clark spent the next couple of days at home – ostensibly sick. He was terrified that the police would knock on his door and didn’t want to face Morrison as he was sure the prisoner would try and use his action as leverage. He couldn’t just sit at home surfing for porn though, so he spent a lot of time at the gym.

Continue reading Busman’s Holiday – Part 17 →

Story

Bike

2 Comments

By Bikermike

‘As your punishment for not being able to make me come boy, you will try to excite me by my watching you on the exercise bike that I’ve modified!’ Master said with a chuckle.

I had been kneeling, naked before Master with my wrists cuffed behind my back for twenty minutes working my tongue and lips round his cockhead without success. This was despite him working the back of my head with his hands up and down, sometimes gently, others aggressively. Throughout this ordeal, my own cock remained rock hard.

Master’s body was what every slave would wish to serve: he was mid- forties, gym-muscular but stocky, wearing only a leather body harness and sporting a massive ten-inch erection.

He pulled me up by my ear and dragged me over to the exercise bike. ‘Here boy; see how I have modified the seat,’ he explained, ‘that spike will fit up your arse. It shouldn’t hurt as you sit on it as it’s no wider than a pencil. Your wrists will be fixed to the handlebars as you can see, with these solid manacles, which I’ve welded to the bars. You won’t be able to get off the seat because…’ he pointed to a heavy-looking metal bar hinged to one side of the seat ‘this bar will fit round your waist and will be locked in place.’ He released my wrists from the handcuffs. ‘Now get on it!’

Continue reading Bike →

Story

The Journey to Hull – Part 4

2 Comments

By Wakeysub

For the sake of accuracy I need to make it clear that my session with Conradfan was an intense abduction scene. However, we didn’t indulge in the more extreme activities I have included in this and the previous instalment.

Session 3

I don’t know how long I lay there in darkness with the constant pain in my balls and my tits. Even shallow breathing caused the nipple clamps to bite deeper and any small movement caused my balls to be yanked harder and harder. The torment was unending. I closed my eyes to try and block out the pain but all the pain was overwhelming and the dark just made it worse.

Suddenly the light over the bed came on – the florescent tube in its cage high above me switched on and my eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness. I felt myself panic in anticipation for the session which might be about to start.

The heavy metal door opened and I saw him again framed in the door wearing his leather suit, gloves and the peaked cap. Despite everything I felt my cock throbbing in its tight metal cage and the evil grin which appeared on his face only made me feeling even more anxious but horny.

“I hope you are refreshed after your rest 626 you fat fucker – you’ve got a very intense session ahead of you. I’m sure a pervert like you is going to love it – I chose it from your profile. Now, let’s start the timer again so the fun can begin.”

Continue reading The Journey to Hull – Part 4 →

Story

The Journey to Hull – Part 3

2 Comments

By Wakeysub

Session 2

The timer in front of me came back to life but this time showed “60:00” – what the fuck. I had struggled with 30 minutes and now I was faced with 60 minutes of God knows what. I heard the click and the timer started to count down. My second session had begun. The nipple clamps were still viciously biting into my tortured nipples but the massive rubber cock in my mouth was jabbing into my throat and making me gag repeatedly. This made me thrash around as much as the tight restraints would allow. This just drove the nipple clamps to bite harder and harder.

He leant forward and brushed the nipple clamps lightly. At his touch the pain shot deep into my chest.

“Your tits seem to be enjoying it, you fat slut. Don’t want them to get bored – lets replace the clamps with something you’re really going to love. I bought these especially for you when you told me you had sensitive nips. You’re going to love these clamps they looked so fucking hot in the adverts. First, let’s remove these pathetic toy clamps and get you ready for your new best friends.”

Continue reading The Journey to Hull – Part 3 →

Story

The Wall – Part 03

Leave a comment

By Slavebladeboi

So who was he then?

Who?

For fuck’s sake, you know who. The “who” you were waving goodbye to out there. The “who” in the red sports car. The red sports car I told you about. The same red sports car …..

What?

I’ve had this. Were you in on it all the time?

He looked at his partner, he felt hot, sick and tearful. His partner sat.

You like bondage?

You bloody know I do.

You like being fucked?

Where’re you going with all this?

Just answer me.

OK! Yes I frigging do.

And you enjoyed your dream?

I wasn’t a dream, we both know it and now I know you’ve been…

OK Yes. I did it for you.

Wha…

Continue reading The Wall – Part 03 →

Story

Cards

2 Comments

By Bikermike

The “game,” if it could be called as such, was very straightforward. It consisted of an ordinary pack of playing cards; fifty-two in total, if you do not count the jokers. The pack is shuffled and four cards are dealt from the top of the pack and the face value of this fourth card is noted. Another four are dealt and again the face value of this card is added to the previous value. All the cards are dealt in groups of four and the values of each fourth card added to the rest. There are fifty-two cards, therefore the whole pack requires thirteen groups of four cards. The value of the ace is of course one, the jack eleven, queen twelve and the king has the value of thirteen.

A mathematician would be able to calculate the odds of each sum total of the thirteen cards, but I am no mathematician so I estimate the average total would be in the order of

52 x 6.5 divided by 4 = 84.5

These were the rules explained to me by someone whose profile I was fascinated by on Recon. He went on to say that we would meet at his place, not too far away; either he or I would shuffle and deal the cards (it wouldn’t matter who) and note the final value, then the pack would be shuffled again and we would then pick a card each. The one picking the higher face value would then be given as many strokes of the belt as the total score of the thirteen sets of four cards.

Continue reading Cards →

Story

Busman’s Holiday – Part 16

3 Comments

By lthr_jock

Clark had driven back from work with a raging hard-on, his thought constantly returning to the humiliation of the scene in the Governor’s Office – and just how aroused it had made him. Just thinking about it made his cock rise, and he roughly kneaded it with one hand as he drove. He kept glancing at the heavy bag on his passenger seat and he couldn’t wait to get home to put it on again. As he drove in he saw Andy opposite and waved a greeting to him. Andy headed over to chat, but Clark put his phone to his ear and mimed that he would talk to Andy later. With a sigh of relief, Clark saw Andy walk back to his garden.

Once inside, Clark went straight to his computer, powered it up and downloaded the software to control the restraints. He idly flicked through the menu system and realised that it was fairly straightforward. Once it was downloaded he took it through the setup process and it registered his restraints on the system.

Clark had thought long and hard about what to wear. He had decided that it was time to try out the rubber Dainese suit he had bought weeks before and he grabbed the suit and headed into the bathroom. He grabbed a bottle of lube and generously lubed the inside of the suit and then rubbed some over himself, making his hair matted against his muscles.

Continue reading Busman’s Holiday – Part 16 →