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Lucky Cup – Chapter 6

By GratDelay

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Sometime after our lunch talk, I decided not to put Aaron through another public humiliation at the hands of the team. Our pranks on each other had… changed. So, change of plans. What could I do to him before we got him back to a private place? There wasn’t much to do that was more extreme than the total helplessness and uncontrollable stimulation… I guessed I could spice things up a little bit, given that he’d be in the locker room.

In the hour before practice, I tweaked and saved some programs. Then it was just a matter of waiting until my last class was out.

Aaron was already in his equipment room when I got to the Sports Center. I ignored him and geared up. But first I sabotaged my own shoulder pads.

Once at practice, it only took one drill for my pads to fall apart. Coach sent me over to the bench for Aaron to fix them. He was already opening up his kit, but I told him quietly, “Tell coach you need to take me back to the locker room to fix this.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out if he really wanted to go along with it, then he shrugged and did as he was told. We headed back to the locker room. I went to my locker and got the buckle I had removed. In a few seconds my pad were as good as new. Aaron just stood watching me anxiously.

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Rented Out

By Bikermike

Tony guessed that there was something different as he rode his Fireblade onto Ray’s drive. His host (but strictly speaking his Master) would normally be waiting on the doorstep upon hearing the powerful motorbike slow and then stop only a few metres away from his front door. As he wheeled the bike into Ray’s garage his cock lengthened somewhat; at least as far as his chastity device would allow.

This was quite an uncomfortable sensation: every Sunday evening as he got ready to leave Ray’s house after a heavy BDSM session, Ray would give his sub a brutal masturbation then refit the chastity device over the now flaccid penis. This would remain in place until the following Saturday morning when the next weekend of sadomasochism would commence.Tony would always wince as Ray inserted the hollow urethral plug some two centimetres into the now imprisoned cock.

Tony rang the doorbell. ‘Come in boy!’ barked Ray from somewhere in the house. Tony entered finding Ray dressed in his normal clothes, not the usual tight leather jeans nor torso hugging T shirt that would normally greet his sub. ‘For a change, I am renting you out to a mate of mine while I entertain another lad, or should I say while he entertains me? Whatever; my mate James will collect you in his van within the next hour. I should warn you, he is really perverted! If you think I am a strict master, just wait until you have to serve him!’ Ray went on, ‘Just another warning: only ever look downwards, unless he tells you otherwise and do not speak unles spoken to and do everything he commands. If you break these rules he will whip you severely. He will then report back to me regarding your disobedience when I will give you another thrashing. Understand, boy?’

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Risk – Part 12

By lthr_jock

Note: This is the final chapter of a multi-part story by lthr_jock. To start at the very beginning, click for Part 1.

Despite Mike’s experience in sleeping in bondage, it took him a while to get to sleep as he was still nervous about what Barry might do. But in the end he dropped off to come sharply awake as an alarm clock blared out in his ear. As he blinked awake, a muscular arm reached over him and turned the alarm off. The arm then draped across Mike’s torso before idly flicking his nipples. “Morning, Mikey. Time to get up. I’ll let you go once I’ve showered.”

Uncaring that he was naked, Barry got up and walked into the adjacent bathroom. Mike could hear the sound of water running as he struggled against the restraints. He looked at the alarm clock – 05:10 – there was still enough time for him to get to work. Barry seemed to be in the shower for ages before appearing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist. He then took his time undoing, Mike, leaving the hands and gag for last. “Look I’m sorry, but I have to go to work.” Barry nodded “I understand, Mikey. But one question – did you enjoy yourself?” Mike nodded. “Good. Then I’ll be seeing you again?” Mike paused as he headed for the door. “Yes. Not sure when though.” He looked at the clock again. “Sorry, but I really have to go.” Barry laughed and waved Mike out of the room.

Mike sat in his car and looked at the time. He would just be able to get to work, but didn’t have enough time to go home first – so would have to go to work in his leathers. “Dammit!” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and as he did so the padlock on his collar bounced off his chest. It reminded him that Frank could help, so he quickly texted him. Seconds later he got a response with a tag for a street close to the station. “Understood. Meet me here.”

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The Hunting of Spider-gimp

By boyryan54

boyryan54The hunt is on. Gimp is curious who will win…Will it be Master Mike? Master Robert? Or maybe Master John and Master Alex? Or Master Gary? The gimp’s mind darts between each of the men it serves as it ducks between the crowds at the convention. While the gimp desires each Master for their different techniques, it doesn’t want to make it easy for them. The chase can be fun. Gimp’s mind flashed to a few weeks ago.

It was Master Alex’s idea. Let the gimp loose in a large public event, and see which of the Masters can “bag” the gimp. The winner gets to claim the gimp as His full time property, though it is still devoted to the group. Gimp loved the idea. It was high time it moved in with one of the Masters full time and took its training to the next level.

Gimp had spent the last four years while in college training with the group; five Masters who all knew each other and wanted a devoted rubber sub to train and share. Since gimp graduated recently and was without too many attachments, it would be easy for it to move in with a Master. But it was Master Alex who suggested the hunt idea to keep it fair.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 5

By GratDelay

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I was startled out of my sleep or stupor when I stopped rotating. It had been hard to tell when I was awake or asleep for much of the night, but I remember several moments of panic where I had to remember where I was and why I couldn’t move. A moment later, I felt my center of gravity shift as I moved into a more upright position. Then I was able to straighten my legs so I was in a standing position.

The shell peeled back from my head. The room was pretty dim, but I still had to squeeze my eyes shut until they adjusted. Even more glorious than being able to see was being able to open my mouth.

I looked around. Toben wasn’t there. That bastard! What if something bad had happened while I was stuck?

Next my hands were freed back to the wrists. Not that it did me any good, since my arms were still held rigidly out in front of me. No sooner than I thought that did the shell turn flexible again, like it had the night before: from the top down. Lastly I could move my feet; I noticed the circular base was no longer in evidence. All the tendrils that had been supporting me and rotating me had disappeared as well.

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Silver and Gold

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90My name is Todd. Todd Silver. My mate and I met many years ago, when we started working at the copper mine. His name is Ryan Gold, and he’s the cutest, sweetest ginger you could ever imagine. Anyway, we fell in love very quickly, and though we had to stay discreet for our safety, we did exchange vows. We love each other so much. I even went from being a totally dominant, top stud to being a completely versatile switch, but just for him.

It all began on his birthday. I had given him a new set of leather bondage cuffs, a stainless steel cock ring, and a leather muzzle. He was so excited, but instead of putting them on, he said to me: “Todd? I know it’s different from usual, but… Tonight, I would like to tie you up, and fuck you.”

I was a little surprised, but not opposed. So, I said “Absolutely. I love you. Happy Bir-mmmmpph!!” Cut off as he buckled the muzzle over my face.. Next, he strapped me down to our bed on my back, my large, stiff cock pointing to the ceiling. He had to squeeze my balls to make me soft so he could put the metal cock ring on. But soon enough, I was ready for him.

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Bro to Ho – Part 5

By Cutieboy90

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Cutieboy90It was another rainy winter afternoon. I sat on my futon relaxing for once, and enjoying the silence. Shawn had taken Gabe out for a walk, something they’d come to appreciate only recently. They got along nicely, even if it had taken a little while for Gabe to get used to it. I smiled as I looked over the progress reports I kept on my tablet.

Shawn had been working very hard, and had turned his life around. His grades had improved this semester, all A’s and B’s. His performance on the swim team had also improved, and he was able to compete now. Of course, his status at the Frat house was still the same. Unrelenting bitch duties, always in some form of sexual slavery for a bunch of bored, horny frat boys whenever he wasn’t in class or at AA. He still struggled with the concept of it all, but he was being punished far less frequently, now spending most weekends with me.

Gabe had taken a bit longer to settle into his new role as my dogslave. Unlike Shawn, Gabe’s changes had stayed being closed doors, and only Billy, Shawn, and myself knew about it at all. The biggest external difference for Gabe was that we’d decided to take him off the wrestling team and the football field, and keep him closer to the aquatic center where we could keep an eye on him.

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 4

By TheBadOne

Chapter 4 – Transformed

So much time has passed since I was first sealed into this leather prison that I no longer have a sense of it. Some of the experience was blissful- especially those parts when my brain left my body and I truly entered the state of objectification this experience was designed to inflict on me. Other moments were utter torture- snapping back into myself, anxiety rising and being ready to plead mercy no matter what the consequences were- until I got a hold of myself, focused on my breathing, repeated the words from the hypnosis tape (not even playing on headphones, just from memory) until I drifted back into submission. I want this, I kept telling myself. This is how I’m supposed to be.

I was in that state when I finally felt movement next to me. I registered it, at least, but I wasn’t able to react in any way. After so many hours awake, stifling every urge to move even slightly, I suddenly found myself unable to even try.

“Dax,” I heard Master’s voice whisper to me. It soothes me, feeling like a wave of bliss washing over my — his — entire body. I feel his hand underneath my head, lifting me slightly, and then the click of a key unlocking the straps securing the mask to my face. He lifts it off slowly. I remain perfectly still, my open eyes staring straight ahead. Did he call me to attention? I don’t remember, but it’s best to play it safe.

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