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Hardcore S/M Bondage Prison

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By Mister-X / Spartan

I’ve been interested in the small prison facility that was recently built to house guys that have wanted a prison experience without committing a crime. But I wasn’t interested in just being housed in a prison for hours each day of standing around. I wouldn’t be able to stand the boredom. If I were in a prison, I would want to be constantly challenged, punished and tortured. I realized that this new one would punish you or put you in bondage if you wanted that, but they would not do anything as severe as I wanted. I also wanted some rough sex, like I’d had when I was in the military, and this new prison wouldn’t do anything like that. They would do bondage, but not S/M.

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Inescapable Self-Bondage

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By Straghtjacket

I’m bored and horny as hell. I can’t concentrate on anything, not even the porn that makes it all worse; I’m going to put myself in bondage that I can’t escape from to keep myself from going crazy and doing something that I shouldn’t do.

I’m locked in a Carrara chastity belt 24/7 going on 8 months and 14 days. My partner was dubious about chastity, so I ordered the belt for myself, thinking along the lines of it being a fun new toy. I never thought he’d take the keys after I got myself into and hide them.

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Stored

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By Soxpup

My eyes itch again. This is the worst part. Parts of my body itch, and there’s nothing I can do. It seems like there’s never anything I can do anymore. Not since I’ve been put away. I don’t know how long it’s been anymore. Weeks probably, months possibly, since I last saw light. Hours since I’ve been able to move. I hate it, and I love it at the same time.

It wasn’t always this way.

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 05

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By Nitro

Ian:

I get to the office, and I know that I’m going to look out of place in my office today. Fridays are usually pretty casual in my office, but there is no way that I can wear jeans with all this hardware on my cock and balls, so I’ll still be in my slacks. My balls are so sore, and I wonder if anyone notices that I’m walking funny.

DING

I reach for my phone, and it is from Him – no text, just a picture of his big, hard cock.

Me: WOOF SIR!!!!!

ImmobileRestraint: That’s what sprung up when your assignment came through. Good boy.

Me: I’m very glad you liked it SIR.

ImmobileRestraint: Don’t be late to the gym this afternoon.

Me: You’d better be ready to be worked hard SIR!

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A change for the worse

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By TM

I bought my first device when I was 22. It was a cb2000. I would lock it on for a few weeks then take it off. After a while I got bored and put it away. About a year ago I got it back out and locked it on. I was constantly hard in it and loved wearing it, until one day it broke on me. I searched the web and bought a cb6000. I enjoyed even more how it felt on me and wore it four weeks, until I saw blood trickling from it. I immediately took it off and found the skin on my best friend had a sore spot on it. I then found a website for people looking for keyholders. I set up an account and started looking for keys to hold.

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In a straitjacket in a padded cell

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By Mister-X / Spartan

(Warning – reading this story might give you nightmares!)

I love straitjackets. The feeling of being confined, unable to move my upper body, being under someone else’s control, gets me excited. Any time I see a movie or TV program that shows a guy confined in one in a mental institution, or being taken to one, my cock gets erect.

Those leather straitjackets are nice and comfy, but there’s nothing like the canvas ones. I like the authenticity of them, since those are always the ones shown being used in mental institutions.0

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Up Your Alley – Part 4

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By ty dehner

After a long ride out of the city, Boss stops on the side of the highway and drops the shield in the helmet that blocks my vision. I figure we must be getting close to home, but we must ride for another hour before I realize we are pulling into the garage and he is leading me off the bike and down into the only room I’ve been in since meeting him.

He attaches the chain that is connected to my collar to a point on the ceiling lifting me up to my tiptoes and creating harder breathing as the collar chokes me. He punches my enclosed balls with is gloved fist and leaves me to moan in pain, dangling from the chain.

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