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Racked and Tickled

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By Jack

Have you ever been tied and stretched on a medieval torture rack?

It is one of the most painfully intense tortures you can experience.

The further you are stretched, the more painful it becomes. It can also be extremely dangerous, too. Shoulders can be dislocated, lungs can collapse, muscles and tendons can be sprained and snapped. You would definitely want to avoid being stretched out too far.

This type of torture was standard in interrogations. The victim was usually stretched painfully and then asked questions, or made to confess to heinous crimes against the church or state. With every wrong answer or refusal to talk, the cylindrical drum at the top of the rack was turned another notch, and the body was stretched more and more, inch by inch. Even after obtaining a confession, often the stretching continued until the victim passed out. Or worse. The victim usually had no control over how far his body was stretched.

But what if you found yourself tied to such a device?

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By BigMouthfla

It was a very tough decision to completely relinquish control and allow him to keep me chastised for as long as he desired. This is not an easy thing for a man to decide to do. Literally giving up full control and letting another man control your orgasms is a big step in a relationship. But, I did make that decision and chose this life.

It had been about a month since I decided to give in to him and give up full control. I’d been wearing a cb-2000, not the most secure device in the world and truth be told, I could orgasm through it if worked up enough. In this respect, life was not that bad – I get a thrill by not being able to unlock the device, but if things get too much, I can orgasm on my own when I choose to. Of course, I’d never let him know that.

On one Saturday morning, he said he wanted to tie me up so we could “play.” As he ties me up all the time, I didn’t think anything of it, so I gladly agreed. He tied me up in a standing position against the wall as he normally does. He started to rub my cock through the cage I was wearing. Of course it felt so good that I was moaning and didn’t want it to stop. I had to be careful as to not shoot off in front of him though.

He said, “I’m so glad that you’ve given me full control over your orgasms. I appreciate the trust you’ve placed with me. Now, I’m going to give you an option to have a little control yourself. I’ll give you three different options and you choose what works best for you. Your first option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 10-week period – 5 per week. Your second option is to suck off 50 different cocks over a 25-week period – 2 per week. Your third option is to decline this offer and remain locked for an undetermined amount of time.”

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The Convict – Part 01

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By Joshua Ryan

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT ADULTS, FOR ADULTS ONLY

Part 1

“There ought to be a world like that.” That’s what went through my mind every morning that fall.

It will take me a while to explain what I mean. I’ve got the time. Do you?

I was working for Freer and Sons, in the new industrial park. They’d opened their building about three months before. They were one of the first firms out there. There wasn’t much of anything except new-laid blacktop, naked white sidewalks, half-empty offices, and a deli that felt free to overcharge. The Freer Building overlooked a park that the city had about half developed and, just down the hill from that, a long stretch of land that used to be somebody’s farm. That’s where the next set of streets would go. In the meantime it was nothing but weeds and rubbish, with some surveyor’s sticks planted here and there. And convicts. There were convicts working in that field.

I found out about the convicts when I was waiting for my bus. Every morning at 7:09, the commuter train left me at the new station on Executive Way, and I waited at the curb for my shuttle bus. And one morning in late September, the convicts went by. Like me, they were on their way to work.

Of course, they didn’t look like me. I was wearing the gray suit that had cost way too much for a guy just out of college, and I was holding the briefcase that I’d bought for $650 and had stamped with my initials, JSR, because I’d noticed that every guy at Freer had a briefcase like that with his own initials stamped on it. Every guy that was ambitious, anyway. Every guy that wanted to establish who he was. When you’re as junior as I was, you’ve got to spend enough to make them take you seriously. That was one reason why I didn’t drive my car. Besides having to pay for parking, I couldn’t afford to let anyone notice what a piece of junk I owned. I knew that they’d never mention it, but I also knew that they’d be talking behind my back about how I wasn’t “bringing much to the firm.”

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The Edge – Chapter 09

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By Steellock

Matt lay in his bunk thinking hard that Sunday night. Wayne had been avoiding him; perhaps he had realized that the chance to ‘out’ someone went two ways? Wayne was married, had a wife and young kid living off the base!

That was his way to control Wayne now. He thought also about what Jess had said as they hugged before he left the shop – ‘If you need help with Wayne let us know’.

Pulling himself out of his bunk he headed off to a quiet corner and pulled out his mobile. Jess came on the line and was obviously pleased to hear Matt’s voice. Matt explained what he needed and asked if that was going to be OK? Jess chuckled and said that he would check with Jim but thought it was a great idea. Had to raise more cash for the charity!

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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 5

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 6.

After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. Master Leach said that he would be going over to the proprietor’s place to pick up his slave, and he needed to lock me into the cell for the rest of the day and night. So I would be again tightly chained, initially in the prisoner transport chair, then in that cell of his down below. I had hoped to be able to have a day to rest and recuperate, but I certainly wouldn’t be getting that while tightly chained in that cell. My cock started getting hard at the thought.

After all that time getting me chained up, initially locked to the prisoner transport chair and then locked into the cell, master finally pulled my collar back and forced the thin bar through my collar. With the extra leather around my neck from the proprietor’s hood and the huge stiff penis in my mouth, this was a lot harder to deal with. Initially I could barely get any air through the tiny pinholes. Master could see that I was having difficulty, and stayed to make sure that I would be all right. Eventually I was able to get somewhat settled down. The problem is that with that difficulty my cock immediately erupted. I had that extra pain to deal with.

After master left, I realized that this was much worse than the last day and night I’d spent in that cell. I was going to have to force myself to accept it by focusing on taking one breath at a time. It was only when I thought about the position I was in that I would start to panic and my cock would start to get hard. That stiff hood and gag didn’t help matters.

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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 4

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 4.

After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. This would be the day I would go to the proprietor’s place to be put into his cell, whatever it was. Master had told me before that someone would be by with his van to pick me up while in the prisoner transport chair, and I figured it would be the proprietor who would do this. With that nice day away to drive around the country, I’d forgotten what it felt like to be tightly chained.

Finished being put into the chains meant next being put into the transport chair. I could hear master leave the room and come back pushing the chair. I was soon back down sitting deeply in the seat while he locked the chains up each side, again with about 12 locks on each side. Again, it took time, but again I was finally attached to that chair. I couldn’t move. My cock was trying to get erect, both from the tight feel of the chains on my body and in anticipation of what lay ahead, so I had more pain to deal with from my cock in that spiked cock sheath tightly confined in the metal cylinder.

Master said that it had started snowing outside, so the proprietor was likely late. We waited and waited. I was starting to get disappointed, until I finally heard the sound of a van driving up. Master Leach went outside, and soon the two of them were back inside. After the blanket was put over me, I was pushed out the door in that chair. There was a ramp set up in the back of the van and I was pushed up that into the van. The chair was soon locked to the sides of the van. I could feel some snowflakes land on the outside of the pinholes at my nostrils as I was taken into the van, so it was still snowing.

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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 3

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 3.

When Master Leach returned the next morning, I was ready to get out of that cell. That had been something else to go through. I had come here wanting to be physically challenged by being bound, and my time in this cell had done that. I’ve had a lot of experiences in my life, but nothing like this one. I had gotten no sleep last night. I was still struggling with my breathing. My cock had loved it, having erupted three times, though being severely punished each time. It was truly a sadistic experience master had put me through, and I was ready to be released.

First was to remove that thin bar that was restricting my breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when that was gone. After that, it was just removing all the locks that connected my side chains to the cell. Freed from those, he inched me out of the cell and helped me to sit down in the transport chair, bending my knees and elbows, the only part I could move, with all those locks reconnected again. Covered by the blanket, I was wheeled back up to the main room. As he was removing those locks, he said “after the usual morning routine, we’ll go out riding today. After your day in that cell you need a break. Did you enjoy your time there?”

I nodded my head up and down. “You did? That’s great! That’s my favorite device to put someone in. I’m glad you liked it. I’d like to have you return for more if you’d like. Just thinking about you struggling down there, I jacked off last night. That doesn’t happen often for me.”

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Fourth-Quarter Tickle Blitz

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By Jack

Yo, Bud –

Got a little challenge here for ya.

Time to see how tough you are, and what yer endurance is like.

You man enough to accept the challenge, or you gonna wimp out right now?

It’s just a little game, dude. You like engaging another jock in a little friendly sport, don’t ya? May the better MAN win.

Here’s the deal:

You are down here on a Friday night. We got tickets for Rangers/Leafs at the Garden on Saturday night. We been drinking beers, horsing around, bullshitting one another, when I toss out this game idea. You lose, you gotta wear… you know which jersey to the game and root for…you know which team (GO, RANGERS! YO!)

Here’s the game plan: You get tied for four quarters, with a break between each quarter. Simple little endurance challenge. Each quarter lasts an hour. No sweat for you, right, tuff guy? You hold out for four hours, you win. You win, and I got to pay a penalty. Any penalty you come up with, no matter what it is. No questions, no backing out.

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