By JocKDieseL
My handler John had always been very “creative” when he played with me, but this was one of my more memorable training sessions.
My lesson of the day was to be an exercise in both humility and pride simultaneously. My handler told me that you cannot have one without the other, and I believed him.
By Quandt
I think it was 1988 when I found Fledermaus through his Magazine DUNGEON MASTER. I read so much about him in Drummer Magazine and Dungeon Master that I thought he would be the perfect man to bring me into the world of Leather and BDSM.
By Marknorth
It had to be at least the fourth time, but it might have been the fifth or sixth. I had lost count. It was a Tom “Ropes” McGurk video streaming in a loop from my pay-per-view account. The minutes remaining on my account were slowly ticking down which meant that they would soon be using my debit card to add more.
By Mister-X / Spartan
I got almost no sleep that night. The realization that Raoul now had carte blanche to do to me whatever he wanted to do was enough to keep me awake all night. I wasn’t in as difficult a position as Joe had put me in for the past month, so that wasn’t a problem.
Continue reading Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 4
By Bind
I open my eyes but I cannot see anything. Am a blind? I am lying down and just awakened from sleep. I must have been drugged. I reach up with my hands and feel solid metal only a few inches above me. I move my legs and they cannot be moved apart more than about an inch before they hit the edge of the metal cage or box in which I must be in.
It narrows down to the feet like an old coffin. I am confined in a very tiny space! Fuck! I must be buried alive! I feel a terrible panic and start to struggle and bang on the walls of my enclosure. It is only eighteen inches high, six feet long and not more than two feet wide at the widest point. I have a pillow and am resting on a thin cushion. I am comfortable enough for a confining sleep, but know that if I am buried alive I will soon be suffocating. I can feel the sweat flow down my face. I am totally nude. Everything has been taken from me. I lay here alone and wonder how long it will take to die. I am still groggy and I drift back to sleep.
Continue reading The Human Hamster: A short Story of Bondage Fiction
By Mister-X / Spartan
That day the clouds had cleared and it was beautiful in the morning. I decided to go exploring down the second path and see if I could find another facility. I walked down to and beyond the intersecting path I’d taken to return on the second day. It wasn’t far to another building. I was curious to see what the guys in this building were up to.
Continue reading Another Bondage Fantasy World Client — Part 3
By John Strickland
Although Keagan felt like running, felt like screaming, felt like dissolving into a heap on the floor, he did in fact look quite dignified. The jacket, strapped tightly to right down under his butt, made him walk very upright, the high collar held his head up high.
By lukex
The amount of cock I was sucking pretty much tripled after that. After Marc had found out I was Danny’s personal cocksucker, and then had come down with his roommate Greg to get blow jobs, they made it a regular thing. So now not only was I sucking Danny regularly, but I was also servicing Marc and Greg whenever they wanted it. And they wanted it a lot.
