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Having Fun With a Houseguest

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Having Fun With a Houseguest

By Collector2

I had a houseguest who brought several different outfits with him for me to try.  The one that really was my favourite was a Rubber Prison made by Studio Gum.  This incredible suit not only totally encloses the wearer in heavy rubber but also has locks built into every zipper pull so once in it you have no chance of getting back out without help.  Accessories include inflatable fist mitts, a number of different inflatable gags, blindfold and a gas mask that also locks onto the suit, rendering it impossible to remove the blindfold and/or gag.  Add a breathing restrictor or a rebreather bag and the possibilities are infinite.  The only thing I would change on the suit would be to add an air-tight zipper to prevent the sweat from leaking out.

I had decided to introduce my guest to electro that evening (I have an Erostek 312)  so I started off the evening by putting my guest into the Rubber Prison, with attached electro cock rings, a suspension harness and leg spreader bar all locked on.  He spent the next two hours just hanging around grunting and yelping as I played with the electro.  By the time I let him down he had a very good idea of how electro works.

As soon as he was let out of the suit the electro cock rings and a large, dual pole, butt plug was fitted to me then I was locked into the still warm and sweaty suit.  The suspension harness, fist mitts and spreader bar were locked in place and I was hung up with my legs pulled up to my back.  Just to up the anti an inflatable butterfly gag and blindfold were added and the gas mask locked on over them leaving me no other focus besides the ministrations of the Erostek.  I was left that way for two hours with the only changes being the varying cycles and intensities of the Erostek, the position of my hands and bouts of breath control.

When I was let down the mask, blindfold and gag were taken off and I was allowed to remove the electro but then the suit was locked back up and I was left to rest for an hour.

Then it was time for bed.  I was taken into the other room and helped into my leather combination sleep sack / straightjacket.  It was laced tight, the gas mask locked back onto the suit, then even tighter straps were all done up.  My arms were crossed and snugged down then every buckle (13 in all) had a padlock added to make sure I “slept tight”  I managed 3 hours that way then my own stupidity reared its ugly head.  Thinking of the lack of possibility of bathroom breaks I hadn’t drank enough before hand and dehydration started to create stomach cramps.  I was released from the sleep sack and mask and given ginger ale to drink, which settled my stomach again then was allowed to go to bed, still locked in the Rubber Prison.  I wasn’t released till after 10 the next morning for a total of more than 12 hours locked in the suit.  I LOVED it and really wish I could do it again, preferably locked in several layers of rubber sleep sacks this time.  Unfortunately, as the suit isn’t mine and the owner isn’t local there is very little chance of that happening again any time soon but one can always dream.  (Anyone else want to help with that one?)

I really want to give a heartfelt thanks to my guest for affording me the opportunity to try this and I hope that he enjoyed what was done to him that week as well.

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Thanks Collector2 for the pictures and information!

 

The Rivalry – Part 2

By Jackson Amacher

Leaving them there, Steve told the Blues that the rest of the night was free time. There was going to be a small party celebrating our victory that night, and most of the Blues went to it. A lot of us went into the A barracks to check out all the stuff we got from the Reds. Kyle and I were able to find the photos of us and the other prisoners naked. We all helped ourselves to the other guys’ stuff, going so far as to “borrow” some of their clothes. They wouldn’t need it.

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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 04

By Nitro

Ian:

As I drive home I start processing what all has happened in the past 24 hours, and my mind is just blown.  I have gone from a stud making my own calls to a locked up pig that will do anything to please this man.  How the hell did this happen?  A better question is why is my dick trying to get hard in this cage I’m wearing.

Because this is exactly what I need, that’s why.

DING

I hear the sound of the mobile app on my phone tell me that I have a message.  As soon as I hear it my cock throbs again in the metal tube.  I just KNOW it is from Him.

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Fun Edging Scene

By Johnny Gear

One of the first football games of the season, he decided we should go out to a sports bar with a remote electro box with a butt plug while the game started. It was difficult to order, let alone eat my burger as he kept upping the intensity while we ate. And then of course while as we’re leaving he decides to make it even more difficult for me to walk out by boosting it even more. I’m sure I had a funny limp as the tingles shot down my leg trying to walk past all these football fans out of the bar.

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Up Your Alley – Part 3

By ty dehner

Finishing the shower, I turn off the water and enjoy the freshness of my naked and now clean body. Stepping out I find that Kevin has provided me with a shaving kit and toothbrush. I complete my cleanup and look into a mirror of a man who has just spent nearly a day helpless and encased in rubber as a toy to a Man who takes what he wants. Somehow I look a little differently at myself as I start to remember what I have experienced, and I see that my cock is growing and soon is at attention before me.

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The Rivalry – Part 1

By Jackson Amacher

I spent my first summer before college in a private young men’s military camp in western North Carolina. It was mostly bullshit, but it made my father happy. He was in the Marines for a while, and he always wanted me to go into the service. I wasn’t too hot with the idea, but I had to admit military life had a few benefits, so I agreed to go to this place.

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