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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 02

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By R8080

The farmhouse was nestled at the end of a very long road. A collection of outbuildings surrounded the main building, a large two storey stone building. Perimeter lights kicked on as they approached, the heavy duty flood lights illuminating everything around the inner courtyard.

They pulled up alongside a tractor, the yellow and green shining brightly in the artificial sunlight, and Alex lost sight of the driver as he got out of the car. A few minutes later he returned, opening the passenger door and looking at Alex’s motionless form. Finally he ungagged Alex, letting the rubber wedge escape Alex’s lips with a wet plop.

“Have you learnt your lesson boy?”

“Yes sir,” Alex said.

“And if I let you out, will you do what I say?”

“Yes sir.”

The driver released the strap from around Alex’s chest and the seat, but left his hands secured in the two loops. As he helped Alex out of the car, Alex had his first proper look at the farmyard. The gate to the road looked sturdy and even from here Alex could make out the heavy padlock. But the fence to the side was low, Alex reckoned he could vault it and escape through the fields. How far was it back to the road, a mile? Maybe two?

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 01

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By R8080

“You lost kid?”

The car pulled up alongside Alex, a big 4×4 with the dirt marks to show it was used by a local and not some rich mother dropping her kids off at school.

Alex leant on the frame of his broken road bike and tried to make out the drivers face in the shadow of the car. Alex had taken the Friday off work and spent most of the day out on his bike so he could recover the rest of the weekend.

“Broke some spokes and my battery’s dead,” Alex said.

“Where you going?”

“Kings Forest.”

The driver whistled.

“That’s a long way to push a bike,” he finally said. “Hop in. I’ll take care of you.”

Alex began to protest but realised it would be gone midnight before he made it back. A double century, what an achievement he thought it’d be, cycling two hundred miles in a day only to get wrap a wheel around a fallen branch the far side of the turnpike.

“Come on boy,” the driver said impatiently. “Put your bike in the boot.”

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Green Bay Part 2 – The Biggest Step

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By ty dehner

Master J answered my ad with an e-mail response that piqued my interest. i returned the e-mail and we started a dialog on line. It was the end of June. We began meeting online through AOL at the same time and exchanging instant messages time and time again. We learned more about each of us and what we were looking for. Master J had purchased a slave but found that they were not compatible. But he had learned about what his desires were. After time we started to talk on the phone.

A voice can give you a stronger feeling for a man, because you can feel his tones. i was feeling something that was good about Master J. He started to push for me to visit. But i was in school and was unable to afford the plane ticket some 2000 miles from home. Then he offered to fly me to visit, we would explore and see who we were. After discussion with my best friend, i decided that i could not pass this opportunity, for i would spend my life wondering what could’ve been.

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Green Bay Part 1 – Introduction

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By ty dehner

What is a life without fantasies? i do believe that in time many a person can have his fantasies come true, if one truly believes. When those fantasies involve gay sex, bondage, leather and many other “kinky” thoughts, it can be difficult to find the right person to share those dreams with. And it is even harder to find an outlet to share those dreams, in order to find the right guy. But once one comes to terms that these desires are a good thing and should be explored, then finding the source becomes easier.

Since i was a kid, i have dreamed of leather and bondage. i have longed to be submissive to a dominating person.   It wasn’t until i was in my late twenties that i started to realize that in the fantasies it was always a man controlling me. And by 30 i was coming to terms that i was gay. When i was 32 i discovered that i was not alone in my dreams of leather bondage and other thoughts. As i discovered reading material that focused on these ideas, it let my mind wander to areas i never thought of, and i was excited by it all.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 01

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By lthr_jock

Clark walked down the cell block, glaring at the inmates who were still out of the cells his presence usually enough to send then scurrying out of his way. He could best be described as a bull of a man – 6-foot-4, barrel chested and with thick arms and legs from repeated workouts. Although he was in his 40s he was still in remarkably good condition with hardly any fat on his body. He kept his hair neatly trimmed though not shaved like some of his colleagues did. The inmates new better than to cross him – he knew where all of the security cameras were and he was able to inflict pain swiftly and violently when he decided to.

Clark was definitely an old school prison guard. He didn’t believe in all the modern crap about rehabilitation – as far as Clark was concerned, prison should be true punishment. If it was up to him, inmates would be in distinctive prison garb, doing hard labour and be in shackles all the time. His mind drifted to the collection of iron restraints he had in his cellar at home – if only he was allowed to use those on the inmates, he would have a much easier time!

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A Rubberboi’s First Time

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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

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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

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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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