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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 05

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By Sorbus

“Ask you politely, Sir?” I said, grinning as another spine-tingling spark shot down from my brain to my. . . smaller brain. “Please, Sir, may I suck you off? May please I take you into my mouth, may I provide you with pleasure? Sir, may I please wrap my lips around your manhood and, if I do a good enough job, would you reward me with what a real man tastes like?” I made my eyes go as wide as they could, doing my best begging-puppy impersonation as I stared up at him. Lips pursed ever so slightly, I twisted my head around as best I could so I could look up pleadingly at him.

He simply laughed, tussling my hair with one hand, and then nodded. His smirk changed into a wide grin, one of total self-assured superiority.

It took me a couple of moments to shift from sitting with my butt in the dirt to kneeling there. I had to get my legs back underneath me and then turn around so I’d be facing the right direction. I grunted when I nearly fell over, because I couldn’t use my arms to help me out!

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 04

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By Sorbus

“Ca. . . Cabin, Sir? You said something about a, uh, cabin?” The words tangled on my tongue. My cage was achingly tight, my arousal making it bob up and down like it was drunk. I felt light headed. . . obviously because all of the blood in my body was pumping down towards my waist.

“That’s right boy,” Stevens said with a grin. “But before we go there, I want to make sure Johnson and Rookie are on their way. I don’t think either of us really want to have to answer the kinds of questions those two would ask. So let’s just get comfortable, shall we? Let’s get to know each other a little.”

I started to get to my feet, but a firm hand indicated I was to remain kneeling. “Whoa there, cowboy. Just where do you think you’re going? No need to get to up. Besides, you’d better rest that ankle some more. We’ve got a few miles of walking before the day will be done. And before playtime can really begin.”

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 03

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By Sorbus

“A cougar, Sir? Are we talking about an actual overgrown kitty cat or Washington State University alumni moms?” I scoffed and made a snorting noise. My mouth fell open in surprise, however, when I felt his hand tap me none too gently on the cheek.

“Be respectful, boy,” Stevens ordered. “And yes, an actual cougar. Which makes your choice of activity out here rather foolish. But then. . . it’s not any worse than the reason for half a dozen game wardens to be combing these woods for a cat that was only hungry!”

I felt his hands grab my upper arms, and he guided me over to a fallen log. I nearly tripped over a large branch laying in the grass, but his grip was sure and . . . pleasantly tight on my biceps.

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 02

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By Sorbus

Helplessly, I struggled, the blood pumping so loudly in my ears, my heart pounding so loudly in my chest that I didn’t hear the footsteps come to a halt. My world was one of sensory deprivation. I couldn’t see because of that stupidly thick leather blindfold. I couldn’t talk because that stupidly thick leather gag reduced my verbalizations to mmmpppphs and muffled grunts. I tried to guess what was going on, but I was too distracted by how tight the rope that bound my wrists had become. My panic driven brain flitted from thought to thought: How much time had really passed? Would I get free before those men came around the bend in the trail? Was I actually in peril, or would I just have to endure the most humiliating event of my life?

It was at that point that a voice, a masculine baritone that in any other situation would have sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, called out. “Hey, why don’t you two take this trail that goes off to the right. I’ll meet you at the next clearing. It’s only a couple hundred yards. I’ll keep going down this one. The sooner this fool’s errand is over, the sooner we can head back. It’s muggier than a go-go dancer’s thong out here!”

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Roped and Wrangled in the Woods – Part 01

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By Sorbus

Grabbing my satchel – yes country boys can carry those! – I made sure its contents were safely tucked away. No need for my leather toys to fall on the path in front of some city slickers who had come out camping for a mid-week adventure. . . the sounds of others at the surrounding campsites meant such an event wouldn’t end well for me, especially in this uber-conservative part of the country.

Holding my water bottle in one hand, I headed off into the woods. It was in the opposite direction of the lake, so I was confident that all I needed was a mile or two of distance before I could safely have that solo play I’d been craving. I drank deeply as my booted feet touched the packed dirt. A puff of dust nearly had me coughing out that water – the woods were far too dry for this time of year and temperatures were going to soar. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but the little brain in my locked organ was urging me onward, so onward I would go! At least it would keep those campers close to the water, and away from where I’d be.

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Warden – Part 03

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By Jordan Thomas

During his day off, Philip had his mind circling around the things he found in the storage room. He wondered what it would be like if he just, maybe, tried using handcuffs inside his own place.

“That’s a good idea actually,” Philip thought, “Yeah I may be gonna do that!”

Apparently, he didn’t have one in hand. The cuffs are on his duty belt, which is on his locker at the jail. So he grabbed his car keys and started to drive to the nearest Ammu-Nation store around his town, it’s an artillery store but they do sell cuffs and some other stuff for the airsoft junkie.

During the drive his mind kind of racing away, what does it feel, is it fun? How long will he be in restraint? Not realizing he had a hard on under his pants. But at the same time he was curious, how can someone like him be in restraint or enclosed in that kind of stuff? It was a new awakening he had realized in his age. After a while he reached the artillery store and parked his car in a designated area.

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Houseboy

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By Hard Slave

It started with small requests, beyond my job description.  Soon I found myself serving as his personal assistant, picking up dry cleaning, making his dinner reservations, covering for him when he didn’t want to see someone.  The pay was good so I didn’t mind.  Then one day my landlord told me I had to move out, someone in his family wanted my studio apartment.  With nowhere to go, he took pity on me and said he had a room in his basement, complete with an en suite bathroom that he could let me have for free.  Well, not exactly free.  I had to agree to continue my role as his personal assistant in his home.  I’d be at his beck and call 24/7 I realized, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

He showed me the room, it was unfinished with a concrete floor and with no door, it was open to the laundry room and basement stairs.  the bathroom didn’t have a door either and the bed consisted of a twin-size mattress with no frame. But it was better than any alternative I could think of, so I agreed.  He made me sign a lease to make it official, he said, even though I wouldn’t be paying any rent.  I said sure and signed the paper without reading any of it, I was happy to have landed on my feet.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 05

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By PupMax

Author Note: This 100% fantasy story is inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.

A few weeks had passed since the employee appreciation night with new ideas that had been submitted to me and Tom as we began to implement the ideas with a slow rollout to ensure we had the proper logistics, people and planning to ensure proper client success. We had purchased and renovated the drop off and pick up location in the nearby city 5 hours away for the Long Haul Transportation. The renovated building was bare bones for the start since clients would only be loaded and unloaded; and the small staff running the new location would be put up in a hotel until we could full renovate for long term usage.

We put out the advertisement for the service and quickly had a group of six businessmen needing to visit the nearby city for a weekend conference. With the six men we decided to add two more to make it a full trip for the first run; we would get the two other men from the local bar that had hosted the party for us, as the owner had contacted us as a thank you for all the money we had made them that night, but also due to two bar employees not understanding discretion.

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