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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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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 04

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 4: The Day After

Despite being tired, I struggle to get to sleep. I have to admit, I am not really used to wearing a muzzle, bondage shorts and mitts to sleep… Physically, all these things are rather uncomfortable. But the worst thing is that they’re arousing. And I have been aroused for hours now without being able to release myself. But the worst of the worst is Finn pressed up against me, his arm wrapped around me like a predator encircling its prey, with no intention of letting it get away. I actually have no desire to sleep. I want him to caress me, to rub against me. I want to feel his muscular body transferring his strength to me.

But Finn lies motionless beside me. He is breathing deeply. I try to move to change position slightly, but I feel his muscles tense.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 03

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 3: The House by the Sea

The motorbike weaves through the bends of the narrow Swedish roads. Fortunately, the rain has stopped, but the storm continues to rage. The bike wobbles with every gust of wind, yet Finn maintains complete control over the trajectory. I have actually never been on a motorbike in my life. I have thought about getting my licence several times—it would save me a lot of time getting into the centre of Milan—but in the end, the opportunity never arose. And I must admit that ever since a friend of mine from school had a serious accident, the after-effects of which he still suffers from, I have been quite anxious about motorbikes.

But not behind Finn. I can tell he is in complete control of his bike. And I can tell he is not riding to impress me. And yet I am impressed. Everything about him impresses me. Overwhelms me. Captivates me. On the back of this motorbike, my arms clinging to this tall, blue-eyed bloke in all leather, my legs spread and my crotch pressed against him, against the leather of his trousers, I think back to how I ended up here. On this motorbike heading towards an unknown destination, a chain padlocked around my neck. I don’t really have an explanation, other than that I felt the need to accept his offer to put me up and that I felt the need to get down on my knees in front of him when he asked me to. It just felt natural. And yet, even though I am usually a bit reserved by nature, I don’t even feel anxious; I feel calm and relaxed.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 02

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By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 2: A journey that gets off to a bad start…

May in northern Italy is my favourite time of year. The temperatures are mild, jackets are stowed away in the cellar, but the stifling heat of summer has not arrived yet. And above all, the winter greyness that hides the sun for weeks on end has vanished for good until next winter. I live in a small village called Santa Sofia, a few kilometres north of Pavia in Lombardy. For me, it is the most beautiful region, even if all Italians will tell you otherwise… To give you an idea, we are 45 minutes from Milan, in the Po Valley, the river that crosses northern Italy from west to east, linking the Italian Alps of Piedmont to the Adriatic Sea south of Venice. This fertile plain is where agriculture and industry produce Italy’s main wealth.

But I have not even introduced myself yet. Alessio, Ale to my friends, 35 years old, 1.76 m, 63 kg, lean but muscular. Brown eyes. Thick, bushy black hair, typically Italian. I always keep it a bit tousled, probably because I cannot be bothered to spend too much time styling it. I am reasonably hairy, mostly on my legs and chest. Several guys have told me I should wax, but I am happy the way I am; I like that masculine look, though I will admit I do shave down below—but more for comfort than for the look.

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