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Roommate Tickle Wager: Craps You Lose

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By Jack

My roommate Zack and I, just before he moved back to the midwest to a different college, used to hang in the living room, drinking sherry (of all things) and shooting craps. We were way into it, and would have some fierce, marathon games, sometimes lasting until dawn. We sorta played by Hoyle, but some rules we made up as we went along. We were very competitive, really rubbed it in when the other guy lost. Zack was especially sadistic when I lost, calling me a wuss and a loser and stuff. We played with stacks of nickels, and the game was over when one guy won all the other guy’s nickels.

Now, Zack is very ticklish, but only his armpits. He is a muscular, wiry guy, 5’8″, 150#’s, smooth, clean-shaven, real handsome, with several tats. Very tough, hot, macho little 24 y.o. dude. Smooth, muscular chest, light wisps of blond hair in his armpits. Hated being tickled. No, I mean really HATED it. Used to tell me horror stories about his baby-sitter tying him up with electrical cord and tickling him until he pissed himself. Also, about his mother and older sister pinning him down with his arms over his head and tickling his armpits until he was screaming and crying. I listened to his stories with mock dread, and always seemed to feel sorry for him. So, yeah, I knew he was ticklish. And I knew he hated it.

But I also knew what a prick he was when I lost to him at craps.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 14

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By lthr_jock

Clark settled the leather uniform cap on his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The 8-sided cap was a leather version of the one he wore at work, and it settled snugly onto his head, pressing his gelled hair tightly against his scalp. His torso was covered with a tailored white leather shirt, complete with breast pockets, epaulettes and a name embroidered on the left chest. The black leather tie snugged it in place around his neck. His legs were in gleaming black combat trousers that clung to his muscles and showed off his thick thighs and heavy calves. His feet were in highly glossed combat boots that peeped out from under the leather trousers. Holding the trousers in place was a thick duty belt complete with baton, pepper spray and handcuffs.

Clark pulled on the final items – a pair of thin leather gloves that completed the ensemble. Three weeks ago when he had asked what kind of uniform he would be wearing, he had never imagined it would be one quite like this – an almost exact leather copy of what he wore to work.  He checked the cap was properly in place and then headed back out into the studio. Waiting for him was Greg and Carl and their photographer, Michael. By now, Clark knew what was expected of him so he walked with confidence into the brightly lit area and waited for the instructions from the three men.

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VRansomwear – Chapter 2

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VRansomwear

By POW

CHAPTER 2

Colin stayed in the changing room for about forty-five more minutes before working up the nerve to leave. He regretted now that the day had been warm; his clothing consisted of baggy jeans, a T-shirt, socks, and sneakers. No matter how he arranged things, there would still be a lot of exposed rubber. Of course, his face was covered by the rubber, too, so that gave him a certain anonymity. Still, everywhere he went he would be a freak.

That realization was what finally drove him out: he was only a few blocks away from Times Square. If there was any place where a freak could blend in, it was there. Especially ten days before Halloween.

He put on everything he could and packed the few other items into the gym bag. Easing the door open, he slipped into the empty hallway and started down the stairs. Here in the early afternoon the locker areas only held a few people; rush hour was when all the commuters from New Jersey and Pennsylvania would swarm through on their way in or out of the city. Now there were only a handful: a white woman in her fifties, a dark young guy, Latino or possibly Arabic, a Wall Street wanna-be in an expensive suit, and a father with his daughter of about six. Colin emerged from the stairwell and strode through the hall with more confidence than he felt.

The six-year-old stared, of course, but that would have happened without the rubber. The rest ignored him in that practiced way New Yorkers have. He kept his own eyes forward… not that any of them could see his eyes… from their point of view his face was a blank mask.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 13

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By lthr_jock

For the second time in 24 hours, Clark found himself being led out of the hotel room on a chain leash, with Greg at the other end. This time, though, his body was on display as his muscles bulged around the leather slave harness. He nearly tripped as Greg yanked on the chain, but remembered how to walk in the boots and hurried down the corridor after him. The unfamiliar feel of the rail plug in his arse made him feel as if he needed to shit and as he walked he could feel the rubber tail lashing to and fro behind him. The thought of what he must look like made him blush and he was grateful for the dog hood that was covering his features.

Greg reached the lift and pressed the button calling for it. While they waited, he pushed Clark back against a wall and pressed against him, his black uniform leathers cold against Clark’s naked flesh.

“So, Clarkie, here’s the deal. You are displaying some of my goods and so you will do whatever I tell you to. Disobey and you will be punished, obey and maybe I can convince Vickers to reduce your debt. Understand?”

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VRansomwear – Chapter 1

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VRansomwear

by POW

CHAPTER 1

The little white pop-up with the blue text on Colin’s phone didn’t look particularly menacing at first. It looked like any other nag screen, wanting Colin to upgrade his OS because he was still running last week’s version and was therefore woefully in need of something better, or informing him that he might like to purchase this killer new game, or letting him know that 4G coverage was spotty here. Colin almost clicked OK from sheer habit.

Even reading the text wasn’t all that distressing . It read “Your phone has been locked” and there was only one button below that read “Instructions”. No cancel, no other explanation.

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Locked at the Y

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By Pisslurper

A few years back I lived in a small city in the Midwest. I used to work out and swim at the local YMCA, which had a great gym and an Olympic pool. One of the lifeguards at the pool, Nate, was a good-looking gay guy whom I fooled around with once. Nate was in his 20s, nicely muscled with a light blond furry body and big uncut cock. He was also one of the nicest guys you’d ever meet. Back then we were friendly, but not really close friends.

Last summer I was visiting the town, and I ran into Nate while I was having drinks with friends. We chatted, and he said he was working at the Y the next evening and suggested I go for a swim before closing time. I was more than excited to go to the Y, not just because of Nate, but because I was locked in Steelworxx metal chastity cage, and I love working out locked up.

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Display Models – Part 02

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By Rubrpig

Both men were stunned by the offer to become geared-up slaves, but they begged Sean to release them from the armour. Sean smiled and agreed. Quietly and quickly, he removed Robert from the heavy Halo Armour and then he removed Chas from the Iron Man armour. The men stripped off the heavy under suits and asked if they could shower and would Sean removed the tubes from their bodies. Soon both men had the tubes removed from their noses and the caths removed from their cocks. Robert then slowly pulled out his butt plug and then removed all the e-stim patches and cock ring. After showering, he walked back into Sean’s office while Chas was showering.

Sean smiled as his cousin entered. Well, did you get enough bondage time in the armour? Robert smiled and nodded. Robert then asked his cousin if he enjoyed fucking him. Sean smiled and laughed. Yeah, that was the best part. Knowing I had my cousin the big bad top as my fuck toy.

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Display Models – Part 01

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By Rubrpig

Robert signed off of Skype after the chat with his gear buddy Chas in Sweden. They had been chatting for several years since they connected on the old Gearfetish site. After the site suddenly closed, they had switched to Skype and they continued to enjoy chatting while in full gear. They shared mutual interests in armour, racing leathers, commercial dive gear, and space suits. Usually they were in their racing leathers, boots, gloves and helmets while video chatting.

Tonight they had talked about an opportunity to meet and explore some gear which had just come up. Robert had been texting with his cousin Sean who owned a special effects studio in Los Angeles. Robert’s studio had created the on-screen Iron Man armour suits and had just completed the screen version of the Halo 5 Master Chief armour. Robert had mentioned these suits and Sean said the suits were still in the studio, then asked why the interest in them. Robert, who knew that his cousin was also gay, would understand how strong of images these suits had in the fetish world.

Then, surprisingly several weeks after that text conversation, Sean called Robert via Skype and made Robert an offer. Would he like to wear one of the suits? Robert agreed immediately, and then Sean told him that if he could find a buddy who would be interested as well. Puzzled, he agreed. Sean then told him he would need to complete the measurement forms which he would find in his email. This was needed to make sure that the armours could be adjusted to properly fit. Both Robert and his friend would need to complete them.

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