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Lent Out – Part 1

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By JR

Inspired by various stories of bondage games, my boyfriend and I came up with our own. David wrote the rules, and let me weigh in. We use dice, with the first roll deciding the duration of bondage. Starting Friday after work, I roll one die. If it comes up 1, then I am let out of whatever bondage situation David comes up with by Saturday morning.  2 = Saturday afternoon; 3 = Saturday night; 4 = Sunday morning; 5 = Sunday afternoon; and 6 = Monday morning.  The next die roll decides the type of bondage.  1 = rubber; 2 = leather; 3 = puppy play; 4 = metal; 5 = clothing; and 6 = sensory deprivation.

I particularly enjoy rolling a 5, as he comes up with some way for me to be in bondage under my clothes, like wearing a locking butt plug harness under tight jeans or locking on a heavy metal ball stretcher to be worn under a suit.  He knows how much I get off on the subtle humiliation factor of barely detectable bondage in public.  We started with the idea of a third die to determine the type of activities: eletro play, piss, flogging, fucking, CBT, breath play, etc.  But then David decided against that, as he does not want dice to limit how he tortures me.

David told a friend about this game, who got quite intrigued, which made for an interesting weekend for me while David was away for work.

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The Edge – Chapter 02

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By Steellock

When Matt got back to the barracks that night he found that many of the troop had beaten him in and were lounging around chatting and joking. They quizzed Matt on where he had been. but he just shrugged his shoulders and said that he had been out walking.

He went over to his bunk, took off his jacket and realised that he could hardly raise his arms; the feeling was like after a really heavy new workout regime! He also realised that he was still hard. His dick was wet with juice; Matt was surprised that there was no stain coming though his jeans. He had to be really careful or the ribbing from last week would start again. He swiftly looked around but relaxed when he saw that Wayne was not in the room.

Also the frustration at not being able to release his feelings built up overnight. Some of the guys had no problem in releasing the pressure, wanking off either in the barrack when the Sarge was not there, or in the showers. Matt had never felt comfortable with this kind of public display and always wore shorts or a jock strap even when wandering through to the latrines. He would have to make sure he released the built up feelings before leaving the store next week. Then he sat up – that had been a reflex thought. His body must have made the decision to go back. When Jim had asked the question earlier, Matt had suddenly felt unsure. Was this normal? Perhaps he was being stupid. He felt sore and ached. He thought of the previous night:

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Hey Pig! – Part 2 (The Other Pig)

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By Kevin’s Path

“Maaaarooouuuh?”

“Maaahwwrroooaaauuuuooow!”

“Hhhhhssssssss!”

Fluffypuff was supremely irritated. I could distinctly hear her little cat paws scratching at the bottom of the closet door. I could hear her pushing her front paws under the door and trying to stretch them out into the hallway, as if she entertained a desperate hope to somehow squeeze the rest of her fat fluffy body out through the crack. I could hear her pause, completely silent, pressing her face and her sensitive ears into the crack under the door to hear some sign. Fluffypuff desperately wanted to be free of the closet, where she had been locked away. I was powerless to help or comfort her, but I completely understood how she must feel being locked here in the closet all day with me. Cats don’t cope well with captivity.

Another stream-of-consciousness monologue begins inside my head. This helps me to keep my mind active. And, it is saying, “Fluffypuff was supremely irritated…”

Me? I’ve been locked in this closet for – I don’t know exactly – but the air had turned cold for a while, then damp and humid, then muggy, now just dry. The last specific day that I can identify was in February 2014 when I lost a Superbowl bet. I have ever since been confined here, and I know that was a long time ago. I am locked in a box with my head sticking out of a hole in the top of it. There is a thick padded collar around my neck where it comes out of the hole. The padded collar supports my head and neck all around and keeps my chin up.

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The Edge – Chapter 01

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By Steellock

Matt looked at his squad mates. There was a look of awe and respect on their faces. In front of them was a guy hanging by thick, muscled arms from a beam across the ceiling of the cellar. His head was down on his chest, and sweat poured down his body.

TheEdge_1Around his wrists and hands were leather binders, secured by multiple straps and padlocks. The steel suspension rings on his palms were padlocked to the beam. Round his ankles were another set of straps, but they were not tied off and his feet were loose.

The bunched muscles of his back, from his neck to his lower rib cage, was shining red with occasional purple stripes. His butt, clenched and hard, shone in a similar colour. Red and purple stripes ran down the sides of his chest and thighs. The sweat shone in strong lighting, focused on him in an otherwise darkened room.

His balls hung low between his legs, held down by a steel band. They, too, were red and flushed. A chain was padlocked around his neck.

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Copdar – Taking a Chance

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By Cuffsandcops

While out running a few errands this evening, my truck signaled that the fuel level was low. I had already been thinking about running my truck through a car wash in order to wipe the first layer of winter salt and grime from its outside. I decided to head for a one stop shop and pulled in to gas up. I swiped my card and pressed a few buttons to include a car wash in the total bill. The nozzle was removed and I began to fill up the truck.

It was then that I heard a very distinct sound that made my head snap up. The sound was that of a pair of handcuffs clinking together. It came from the vehicle parked at the pump in front of mine. Actually it was made by a pair of standard Peerless chain cuffs that were dangling from a strap above the left leg of a man dressed in blue.

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The Bondage Porn Author

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By Mister-X/Spartan

‘His hands were pulled painfully up behind his back and a short chain was attached from the back of his collar to the cuffs. The thin cuffs started cutting into his wrists when they started trying to drop to a more normal position. His shoulders were starting to complain as well. But he couldn’t drop them because he would start choking from his metal collar being pulled back. He had to concentrate on his breathing since his arms were starting to pull back down on their own, forcing that collar to press more and more into his windpipe.

With tears starting to well up in his eyes he looked up at Felix, who had a sadistic smile on his face as he saw the problems this predicament position was causing his latest sub. Felix was fondling his hard cock, pre-cum dripping out the end of that 8 inch long appendage sticking out the opening of his tight leather chaps. Felix started to work his meat through the spider gag that was locked on his sub’s mouth, keeping it forced open. He grabbed the sub’s head to make sure his cock would be securely inserted, ignoring the sub’s feeble attempts to plead to be released from this painful position. The sub’s face was getting a brighter red as he struggled to get air into his lungs. He was resting on his knees and cuffed ankles, and his cock was trying to get hard as well, but was frustrated by the chastity it was locked into.

When Felix saw the tears he said, “quit acting like a baby. I’m giving you what you came here begging me for. Now man up and suck!” He slapped the sub hard on the cheek.

The slap awakened the sub. He stopped his snuffling, tried ignoring his body’s complaints, and focused on satisfying this muscled stud who was his master. He started sucking.’

 

Herb’s cock had gotten hard and was starting to drip pre-cum as he was writing these words, envisioning himself in the sub’s position. He had to stop writing so he could go into the bedroom to put on a condom, lock on that tight collar with the attachment hanging down the back that the cuffs were attached to, bring his hands up behind his back, pushing his elbows against a counter to get them high enough to reach the cuffs, cuff his hands, and shoot off, thinking about being in that sub’s position as his own arms were trying to lower down, cutting into his own windpipe. As soon as he’d finished shooting off he got the key to the cuffs in his fingers and worked it into the keyhole so he could remove his handcuffs and steady his breathing.

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Chastity Suit – Part 11

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By Rubbag

TRAINING OF UNIT 6 COMPLETED AFTER

3 DAYS 22 HOURS AND 14 MINUTES

CORE BODY TEMPERATURE 26C

CONFIRM

The message flashed once more on the control pad before Augustus pressed the Confirm symbol, letting the pad go blank as he put it to one side. He leaned forward, his elbows onto the desk, his palms pressed together resting against his mouth. According to the time stamp, Unit 6 had been ready since last night, but it seemed churlish after such an effort to rush these last moments. No, he would spend a little time contemplating his triumph.

Two young men, both were strong-willed before their transformation into mindless units, trophies on his wall. They were both in position Storage Mounted 01, heads down, arms tight to their sides, legs together, feet pointing to the floor. The first position of their training is also their last, a symmetry of which Augustus approved.

There is a click as he turns on the recorder.

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Santa’s Gift

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By ty dehner

The holiday season was approaching quickly. Jack was feeling the pressure of the holiday gift-buying dilemma. He knew that time was running out, but just what do you get your family that has everything in life already? The city was filled with shoppers, and occasionally Jack would notice one of the cute guys. He loved this time of the year, for guys wore boots and jeans. Of course, Jack didn’t look half bad in his full motorcycle leathers. The day had been dry and almost a bit balmy for December. So Jack slid into his leathers, put on his helmet and headed to the city on his Harley. Christmas was tomorrow, and Jack hadn’t gotten anything purchased yet. He was seriously thinking that a check for each person his list might not be such a bad thing.

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