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A Small Gathering

By David Cody Ledon

Prologue

Cameron had been waiting in the bus station for over three hours. As his bus approached, he stood and picked up his knapsack and walked outside to meet it. He was a handsome, somewhat diminutive young man, at 5-foot-7 and 150 pounds. But he had a solid, athletic build, and large dark brown eyes, set into an attractive face. He had a great smile too, although he had not displayed that recently.

It was probably not an understatement to say that this had been the worst day in his 23-years long life. His day had started at the lawyer’s office for the county, where he had signed over the deed to his family home. His mother had left him and his father 10 years prior, to parts unknown. His father had little use for him until he developed heart problems, after which Cameron had been forced to care for him, and endure his verbal abuse, until his death about two months ago. After his passing, it became clear that he had not paid any taxes on their decrepit house for several years, and the tax burden on the house far exceeded its value. Cameron sold what he could to raise a few hundred dollars in cash. That, and the few pieces of clothing in his knapsack comprised his worldly possessions. His father’s demands had pretty much prevented him from making any friends in high school or from having a social life. No one was there to see him off.

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Event Urinal – Part 08

By Nitro

Note: This is the latest chapter in a long running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Nitro Event UrinalThe six of us are sitting around the table in the restaurant lavishing in the delicious steak dinner we had.  We have all been telling stories and catching up and have all laughed so hard that we hurt.  SIR was sharing with his friends stories of the bondage equipment we have built at home, and telling tales of how we have used it for hours on end.  Each of the guys all agreed that we need to set up a weekend for everyone to visit and not take so long between catchups.  Its been really great being one of the guys and joining in on the conversations this time.  The whole day I’ve not exactly been in a position to chime into the banter.

SIR would occasionally reach under the table and graze his hand over my crotch sending a jolt thru me as my dick shifted in the hidden rubber shorts under my street clothes.  There is always just something so sexy about wearing stealth gear out in public.  What would the other tables think if they knew that the guys at our table were in varying stages of rubber and fetish gear under their normal looking attire?  I’m sure that someone walking by has got to be confused at the sudden smell of rubber in the air!

“So boy – you’ve wanted to spend a day as a rubber urinal for a long time.  How was it?” SIR said looking at me.

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The Weight of Desire

By Justin I

Justin I male bdsm storiesNow…

Finally, Brock spoke, his voice calm but with an edge of teasing amusement. “So, what do you think, Jaxon? Should I take the straps off and let you go? Or should I leave you here like this? Let someone else come in and find you?”

Jaxon’s heart raced at the thought, panic flashing in his eyes as he struggled to lift his head. His body screamed in protest, muscles aching from the workout, but the idea of being left there—helpless, restrained, and locked cock exposed—was too much. His voice came out in weak, breathless protests. “No… don’t. Just… let me go,” he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly, the remnants of his frustration mingling with a hint of desperation.

Brock raised an eyebrow, considering Jaxon’s plea for a long, drawn-out moment. Then, with a small, almost amused nod, he reached down and finally undid the straps from Jaxon’s wrists. Jaxon’s arms fell limply to the mat, his body too drained to do much more than collapse in relief.

But Brock wasn’t quite done. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, sleek business card. Without a word, he leaned over Jaxon’s body and placed the card on Jaxon’s chest, the weight of it almost mocking in its simplicity.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 11

By Takeo

Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – What an evening

My muscles are really starting to ache. I am still locked in this little cage, on my knees, my head sticking out of the cage and trapped in the straitjacket built into the cage door. I’m wearing the sports outfit Tom had worn for his fitness session this morning. The smell of it still fills my nostrils. I love the smell of guys’ sweat, and being tied up like this in an outfit like that is very hot.

My hands are cuffed behind my back, I am gagged with a big ball gag and my eyes are blindfolded.

Tom’s and Flo’s juices have dried on my face, but the smell is still there. I feel totally humiliated, like discarded after having been used. Like a toy to be put on the shelf and come back for later. Maybe it is so.

The position is very uncomfortable, especially after being tied up and used all afternoon. I was not under any illusions, I was not expecting to be released since I was the one who asked to be tied up permanently, not to have a break during those 7 days in Berlin. And of course Florian didn’t need to be begged to grant my request. However, Florian’s treatment is more intense than I could have imagined. Much more intense. Infinitely more intense!

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The Alpha Who Moved in Next Door

By Cuffed Locked

I couldn’t believe my luck when that smokin’ hot guy moved in next door. He drove a pickup truck. Tall and lean, short buzzcut, muscled arms and wearing a sleeveless T. If I had known the trouble I would eventually get into with this alpha guy, I might have thought twice before even going over there in the first place to introduce myself. He was bringing in some boxes that were stacked up in his driveway. I introduced myself as his next-door neighbor and offered to help.

He sized me up right quick and got me to help him move some of those boxes into his three-stall garage. He was friendly but also a bit devilish, almost cocky. Guys like that who are so good looking, in my experience, can often be trouble. I think he might have noticed me checking him out, but he didn’t seem to mind. He told me his name was Ryan and that he was a firefighter.

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Tough Guy

By Cutieboy90

Gary is a big lug. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky masculine swagger, the blond construction worker is the epitome of tough guy.  Yeah, he’s a big tough manly man, but once he’s out of the carharts and steel-toed boots, he’s just a big teddybear. This afternoon, he’s hogtied on the bed next to me as I write. His hair is matted with sweat, and he’s panting lightly though the thick socks tied in his mouth. He wriggles his toes as I brush my fingertips along his body, idly tracing his spine and ribs. I can see his eyes fluttering gently.

“That’s it, big guy,” I whisper in a soothing voice. “You get to relax now that I’ve got you.”

“Mmmmhmmm…” Gary moans with a nod.

I reach over his broad back and feel his feet.

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Interactive Jail Tour

By Hot Boy

Australia

Perth Old Jail Museum

After a fairly boring day looking round Perth, Ross stumbled upon the Old Jail. He quite fancied a look around — it would allow him to indulge in some nice fantasies. However, it looked like it was closed tomorrow — the sign saying, “Closed Wednesday” was a clue — and the security guard seemed to be locking up.

“We’re just closing, mate,” he said.

“No chance of a quick look around?” asked Ross.

“No, mate.” The guard looked Ross up and down, he was a handsome lad in his early twenties, “…although…” he seemed to think for a while, “…we do have a special interactive tour. Although, since it’s quite a bit longer, it is a bit more expensive. I think you’ll really get a lot out of it though.” He grinned, “It sure will be memorable.”

“Eh, yeah, okay, that sounds pretty cool.”

“Come on in then.”

Ross stepped into the foyer, and the guard picked a key from his large bunch and locked the door.

“The idea of the interactive tour,” explained the guard, “is that you get to really experience what it’s like to be a prisoner.”

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