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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 1: Arrival and Intake

By Straitjacketkwf2

The events portrayed here actually happened, with a few embellishments on my part… Was it real, or was it all in my mind?

Due do bad weather on the east coast my flights were delayed and I would arrive in Ontario CA two and a half hours later than what was originally scheduled. I immediately contacted Rockview Mental Institution so that the car they were sending to pick me up would not be waiting for extra time. I sent a text message of my flight’s arrival while the plane was still on the taxiway and received a text back that two representatives from the facility would meet me at baggage claim. I had expected a driver holding a sign with my name on it, but instead I was met by an orderly dressed in white hospital scrubs. After confirming my identity, Mr. Bind (all hospital personal are addressed by their surname) stated that he had instructions to take me into custody on a 5150 psychiatric hold, a seventy-two hour period of observation at the Institution.

What? I had thought that I was visiting the Institute to observe at the facility, not be a patient, but being in public I did not want to make a scene and meekly allowed him to escort me outside to a waiting white transport van.

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The Rich Kid – Part 2

By Mister-X / Spartan

Jack continued tying Zeke at night. The two would try to get each other’s rocks off when they needed it and when they had a chance to do so. The frequency at which they did started increasing. It wasn’t long before it became a daily occurrence. But Jack still needed Billy to tie him up every night in the position he needed to be in to strengthen his muscles.

At the end of the term, Jack asked Zeke where he was going for the break between terms. Zeke told him that he didn’t have anything planned, so he would probably be staying in the dorm. The next time Jack saw Ivan, he asked if he could invite Zeke to his place over the break between terms. Ivan called Jack’s father, and his father gave his approval. Jack’s father was pleased to see that Jack had found a friend, providing it wasn’t someone who was after his money. Jack made it clear that this was not the case, that Zeke was just interested in Jack as a friend, nothing more. In that last week, in addition to studying for finals, Zeke had Billy teach him that position that he put Jack in.

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The Bare Minimum Cage

By POW

He awakens in darkness. He is lying on his stomach, his head cradled on one of his arms, which has gone tingly and numb. He tries to move it and quickly bumps into walls in every direction: up, down, left, right. He panics for a moment, wondering if he somehow has forgotten the beginning of whatever bondage scene he is currently in, because the last thing he remembers is not a bondage scene at all but an ordinary night at home.

He would have no way of knowing that he was locked into a solid-walled cage that, at its greatest extent, would encompass less than two cubic meters of space. And that the cage was currently configured to allow him only half that much room. All he knows is that he can’t move, can’t see, can’t budge the walls that enclose him from head to toe, and the panic begins to blossom inside his chest, making his heart race and the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up in alarm …

Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself …

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The Rich Kid – Part 1

By Mister-X / Spartan

Zeke noticed the guy next to him. He didn’t seem to fit in with the other students. This guy was sitting erect in class, wearing a suit and tie, had a short, thick neck like a bulldog, his shirt heavily starched, his silk tie tight against the shirt collar which was tightly pushing into his neck up to his chin with that short neck, trim waist with thick, muscular chest. His clothes were expensive. He seemed out of place in a room full of sweatshirts, t-shirts, and other casually clothed students. Zeke had him in a couple of other classes, and noticed that the guy seemed to be a loner. Zeke was determined to get him to open up. He figured there was an interesting story to be told about him.

It took Zeke several attempts, but with his friendly, outgoing nature, he was finally able to get the guy to at least say hello to him, albeit briefly. He seemed to be the only student on campus the guy had talked to.

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Jimmy’s Vacation – Part 4

By lostouteast

The clippers buzzed as they came to life. The sound seemed to trigger a new spirit of resistance in Jimmy, who thrashed with new vigor while a garbled tirade spewed from his mouth along with a fresh batch of drool. It was minimal movement, to be sure, but just enough to annoy John, who clicked the power switch loudly, as if silencing the clippers to make a point.

“You keep this bitching and moaning up, and I swear, I’ll take your damn eyebrows, too.”

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A Slave’s Tour of the Mister S. Leather Shop

Note from the author: The below work is erotic bondage fiction. I am not affiliated with Mister S. Leather in any way (although I can’t say I wouldn’t want this to happen to me). The story contains strong sexual content, and readers should not read if they are under 18 or otherwise prohibited.

 

A SLAVE’S TOUR OF THE MISTER S. LEATHER SHOP

By Phil Larson, Twitter: @tiemeupphil84

I have an addiction. And it’s porn blogging. It started a couple years ago when I discovered tumblr. Late to the game as usual, but I found the stuff people would blog so intensely hot. It started to replace going to the computer to get off. The more I blogged, the more I enjoyed it. Soon, I had more and more people following me and something else got me off, seeing pictures of people going balls to the wall with their inner slut and posting their own content.

At first I was too scared to, but as much as it frightened me, it excited my 7-and-a-half inch cock even more. I started to rationalize in my head. “I’ve posted stuff to dating websites before,” but there’s something more public about this. Eventually my dick got the better of me and I posted some photos of me in bondage.

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The Hot Event

By Mister-X / Spartan

“It will look awesome!”

“I agree. It will look awesome. But you will feel like you’re in a sauna.”

“I don’t care. I want to do it.”

“Okay. But once you’re in that, you’re not coming out until the event is over. Understood?”

“I’m willing.”

“You always say that beforehand, but after a few minutes you want out. I’m not letting you out until the event is over.”

“Okay. Agreed. Just keep me in what I’ve told you I want to be in.”

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Jimmy’s Vacation – Part 3

By lostouteast

“John?!”

SMACK. Jimmy barely saw the hand that struck his face before he found himself looking downwards and to the left.

“That’s not something you get to call me anymore.”

“What the fuck are y-”

SMACK.

“From now on, you speak only when given permission to do so, and the first and last words out of your mouth will be, ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’”

Jimmy’s ears were ringing, half from the two slaps he had just received, and half from rage. Before he could fully contemplate whether to make another mistake by speaking again, he felt a fist take hold of his hair and jerk his head upwards. Jimmy felt something rubbery pressed up against his lips, and, anticipating another gagging, clamped his mouth shut.

“Still fighting it … Even now …”

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