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A Rubberboi’s First Time

By R8080

By the time the train arrived at the station, the sweat had really begun to collect between my skin and the locking rubber suit my new Master had told me to wear. My hoodie was pulled up but the rubber collar with its shiny ring was showing above my t-shirt. I got off the train feeling like everyone was watching me, listening to the rubber squeak beneath my clothes.

He was waiting for me in the parking lot. He didn’t say anything as I approached. He just opened the drivers door and waited for me to get in. I’d barely sat down when His gloved hands were on me, covering my face, probing my mouth and tweaking my nipples beneath my shirt. As He pulled back my tongue reached for His gloves one last time and I realised I was harder than I had ever been.

“Good boi,” he said. “Put these on.”

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In the Office

By BigMouthfla

I was at the office just doing my normal thing at work, and as I was walking from one area to another I noticed this guy carrying light bulbs. I guess he was one of the building maintenance guys and was just replacing a few burnt ones. What I couldn’t help but notice was the bulge in pants. I could clearly see the outline of his cock, and damned it was big. He was wearing loose fitting pants I guess for comfort, but even with that it didn’t hide that bulge.

I couldn’t help but look, and he saw me looking. I didn’t immediately turn away as I often do. Guess my horniness was turned up quite high. At that point I had been in a chastity belt a few weeks already so hadn’t had any release in a while. He went on about his business, and I kept purposely passing in front of him and at some point I was making it obvious I guess, but it didn’t seem to mind him and he was fine to stare at me as well.

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Metalbond reader begs to be turned into a human urinal

By Unknown

I love the drawing of the guy who is sealed in a straightjacket, piss hood locked on his head, piss gag connected to a urinal drain, and in the cage left to stay there. I would love for that to be me someday.

Whether for a weekend, a week, or longer the truth is that once the piss hood locks I truly have nothing to say about how long I’m used. And once the cage is locked, that seals the deal, I am nothing more than a urinal. When was the last time you heard of a urinal saying it didn’t want to be a urinal any more? Can’t be done, so if that 3-day weekend “accidentally” becomes 3 weeks, what am I going to say or do about it?

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The Edge – Chapter 07

By Steellock

Matt headed to the store with a mixed feeling of excitement, expectation and trepidation the next Saturday morning. As he left the previous week, Jess had pulled him to one side and whispered that Jim was planning to take him to a new level with his training and that if it went well Jess had a surprise for Matt too.

As he jogged down towards the harbor, his boots thumping a nice even rhythm, he remembered the rest of that extraordinary day. He had drifted off to sleep, exhausted after cuming at least four times in Jim’s steel bondage frame with its incredible ‘attachments.’

As he walked into the store he saw Jim standing and waiting; dressed in his leather jeans and shirt with a grin on his face. Matt walked over and saluted. It just seemed right. He spent the week saluting men who had much less natural command than Jim!

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Canine

By Rubrpig

Eric woke up and realized that he needed to make some changes in his life. Since the sudden death of his parents in a traffic accident, and final settlement of their estates, he had been feeling unsettled and lost. The only thing that seemed to give him an anchor to his life his long distance relationship with his Sir. Even though they had never met in person, they had built a strong relationship with the almost daily Skype calls.

As the day wore on he grew more and more undecided and troubled. So, the day finally ended and he left the office and headed home. He started to look forward to the Skype call that was scheduled for tonight.

After dinner, he settled into his desk chair and logged into Skype to wait for his Sir to log in. After 20 minutes, the familiar tones of the incoming call came through and he quickly accepted the call and opened the video call. Filling the screen was his Sir, which just made him feel better and more relaxed.

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What’s Going On?

By Mister-X/Spartan

I woke up in a small cage. I started looking around, and found that there was nothing else in the room. There was just me locked into this small cage. It was a small room, but bigger than the cage. I had no idea how I came to be here. I was naked, but wasn’t cold.

I started thinking back to what my last memory was. I was riding my bicycle to the store. I was going to get some groceries for this evening’s dinner. I don’t remember reaching the store. There was something different along the way. What was it? I can’t remember.

I try to think back to each street on the way from my home to the store. My head hurts when I try to think, but I force myself. I remember passing the first block. Then the second. There was nothing unusual in the third block. Did I get to Standard Street? No. So there had to be something in that fourth block. What was it?

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A Harness Built for Two – Part 10

By BigMouthfla

We were really loving the new harness. It was so much more comfortable than the previous one, even though it was tighter. The blindfold that was part of it helped me sleep in better on the weekends. During the week it wasn’t a big deal as I was up early anyway, but the weekends became better to sleep in.

We’d still have fun with the padlock and time-controlled safe deposit box. Again it was in all fun. Especially as this new harness was so much tighter fitting, it was always fun to lock it on and toss the key into the lock box and set it to unlock the next morning. We’d always set it for 5 or 6 a.m. anyway, so by the time we woke up it was always unlocked regardless. Just an element of fun is all, and it was only fun at night, as it would be opened by morning.

One Saturday night, as we were going to bed, I set the lock box to open up the next morning as either one of would do when we wanted to have that fun. I set it for 5 a.m. as usual and tossed the key to the lock in it. As we were getting settled in to the harness I told him to grab the lock. Thinking nothing of it, he said, “Sure.” After we were all cozied up secured together he attached the lock and shut it closed. We, of course, had a great bonding experience with him sharing his wonderful juices with me. Ah I love it. And to think that I get this every single night! How lucky am I! We drifted off to sleep.

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Lent Out – Part 4

By JR

Saturday Night

Keith and I went back into the house to get cleaned up. It was late afternoon and I was exhausted, not having been able to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time in various states of confinement. Keith received a text message from Tyler instructing us both to get some rest before a long evening ahead. He fitted me in a “light” bondage position for a nap, consisting of the blindfold attached once again to my hood, a pair of rubber shorts, and a leather straight jacket. Keith connected a chain from my collar to the bedpost, and laid down with me for a few hours of deep sleep.

I slept well, enjoying the warm cocoon of the leather, barely aware of my erection growing against the tight rubber shorts. Despite the hood and straight jacket, it felt liberating to lay there with no gag, no plug in my ass, and no cage around my dick. As I dozed off, I laughed to myself thinking of what a bondage pig I had become, that this is how freedom now felt, and complete freedom was a distant and not missed memory. I missed David, as it was usually him lying next to me making me feel protected even when I ached and had little freedom of movement. And it was usually David that made me ache. I hoped my hosts were keeping him updated, so he could enjoy my predicaments from afar.

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