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The Water Engineer – Part 01

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By Piglett

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely a coincidence.

All rights reserved. Reproduced with the permission of the author.

© 2026 BikerPig@ntlworld.com

Chapter 1
Monday 16th
Ear hoops and ball Straps.

I had been to the gym and had a good session with my personal trainer being introduced to three new exercises. My shoulders were enjoying being used more robustly. I was enjoying my new gym and found that it was a relaxed place with a good mixed crowd. It was the only local gym to open at 6am. I had only been going for a few weeks and was getting into the new routines well. I left and slow jogged home. I dropped of my bag and put some shopping away. It was a beautiful cold sunny morning. I didn’t want to start work again and decided to go for a walk to the wetlands and then back through the nature reserve. They are down the road from my house and by the reservoirs for East London. I put on a warmer anorak and set off down Forest Road. I was wandering rather than my usual brisk walking pace and enjoying the sunshine. I wandered down the slight hill leaving the buildings behind and watched the sunlight dancing across the surface of the water in the five main reservoirs.

There were some Thames Water guys doing some maintenance on the other side of the fence. I saw one of them had large hoop stretchers in his ears and a septum piercing in his nose. He looked up and I smiled. He waved me over, so I stopped and looked through the palisade fence.

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My Voluntary 48 Hours in Jail

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By Inmate 104517

I self-surrendered to a weekend in jail several weeks ago at a place called F22.

I arrived at the facility and could not find a place to park. I was supposed to be there by 1000. The guards were awaiting my arrival. Of course, my Business Partner called me as I was circling the parking lot looking for a place to park. I stopped and pulled out my laptop and logged in to check on a case I was working on. More on this later.

A guard approached my vehicle and saw I was working and graciously asked me how much longer I would be. Since I had yet to find a parking place, he offered to move the Prisoner Transport Van and said I could park there. He moved the van and I parked. I finished my business and entered the lobby of the jail as directed.

Several minutes went by, I was still wondering if I had made the right decision to be there. I had the same question days before as well during my nine-hour drive to the facility. I kept telling myself, “You’ve already paid for the experience, you are here, you will proceed with the experience.”

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Jayson’s Nightmare – Part 04

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By Forced Chastity Lover

Jayson’s Nightmare Endures

Jayson’s ankle chain had been attached to a bolt in the wall.  He had tried to pry it free, but without any success.  Ryan had removed the mask and reduced the size of his mouth gag, so it was more comfortable. He was naked except for the tube entrapping his penis and the metal container around his balls.  Ryan had come in at lunchtime and allowed Jayson to eat.  Any attempt to talk to Ryan was quickly shut down.

“Okay, faggot.  Time for you to earn your keep,” Ryan said, and he removed the bolt and attached the leash to the collar.  He led Jayson out of the room and down one flight to where the president’s room was.

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My Pillion

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Written by ty dehner

I felt the warmth of the early spring sun on my riding leather as I approached the movie theater parking lot. Since this was a late matinee, there was a parking space available for my white Honda CBR1000RR. Once positioned, I turned the engine off and lowered my booted feet as I straddled the crotch rocket. Looking around the parking lot towards the theater entrance, there wasn’t a soul in sight, but the warming sun felt good.

Removing my white Alpinestars armored riding gloves, I placed them on the tank of my machine. I unlatched my Ruroc EOX 2.0, feeling the light breeze run across my face. The sun was bright as I was no longer viewing life through the dark shield on my helmet. Stuffing the gloves into the helmet, I dismounted and headed to the entrance.

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Nobody

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By AJ

The first thing I lost wasn’t my sight or movement. It was my name.

That part happened before anything else, before my collar, before my hood, before His locks. Before the first guest ever crossed the threshold. It happened quietly, almost ceremonially, in the still hour before the house filled with voices and expectations.

“You won’t be you tonight,” Sir spoke at me firmly with authority in his voice. This was not a warning, it was not a threat. It was a promise which I knew better than to question or respond to.

I arrived early. Earlier than I needed to, earlier than was comfortable. Most importantly I arrived precisely when I was ordered to, neither a minute sooner nor later. The chilled, humid winter air still clung to me when I stepped inside, cold and sharp, a stark contrast to the controlled warmth of His home. There was something deliberate in that warmth just like everything else He created and controlled.

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German Challenge

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By SlickChaser

Through some advice, poking and prodding, my friend Gerry was pushing me to pursue some new boundaries, mainly getting outside his role as the only play partner. Getting local was tough, but over time he found a group of men living in Germany who wanted someone willing to test some things and create something special. I had to travel for another reason so decided to just go for it. Their language barrier was an issue, but with so much technology, we seemed to hammer out most of the details. They had a plan to put my rear hole to work, and then some. I had to train small and often in the weeks leading up, plugging myself daily and using different sizes as often as possible to get my body used to it. As part of their end of the deal, I had to come prepared in red rubber, black wellies and freshly clean underneath.

The two men only asked to refer to them as “A” and “F.” Constant communication via translation took place over the weeks preceding: where to travel to, what time and how best to be prepared. The day finally came and I had to do my best to dress with clothing over my rubber suit, thankfully it was a rainy do so the boots fit right in. Riding a train through a major city hidden in full rubber underneath made me beyond horny. It didn’t help with other people on the train also clad in leather or similar shiny clothing, a feature point for where I was headed.

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Freedom

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By AJ

Note: This is based on a true, consensual and life-changing encounter.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. It didn’t sting. It didn’t signal grief. It simply fell, carrying the emotional weight of two lives I balance: the predictable, structured life I would soon return to, and the controlled life I had just lived. One world is ordinary, structured, and restrained; the other is intense, liberated, and shaped by surrender.

Here I was permitted and encouraged to be someone else. I was untethered figuratively while tethered literally. Sir fully guided, freed me from all choice and decision, left me needing only to make one easy decision: obey and endure what had been decided for me. I had explored corners of experience most would neither imagine nor dare, and in that exploration, I had discovered a freedom I could never find in my ordinary life.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 04

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By PupMax

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

The employees continued to enjoy their well-earned party after the months of work to grow my business, and now Tom, two employees, and I are entertaining them as latex gimps struggling and moaning. Tom and I would be prodded with pool sticks throughout the night to the delight of my employees and the bar staff; the gimps above the bar would be punched by the bar staff if tipped with a tip jar located below the gimps getting stuffed with bills. The bar owner helped change out our gas mask filters and replaced the gym gear with dirty bar rags. The smell was horrible as Bill and George had pre-arranged this with the owner.

Bondage Transportation Service By PupMax

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