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The Emperor’s Prison

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Travis was shocked! He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. His eyes must have deceived him, but they hadn’t. He was shocked into inactivity. Then he looked at the emperor quickly hiding that dildo. He realized that the emperor had seen his reaction, and knew that he knew. Travis quickly looked away and tried to adopt an air of nonchalance, starting to act as he would normally act.

The emperor hadn’t even bothered to replace the blindfold that had so suddenly come off when the strap broke. He unlocked the cuffs that had kept Travis’ hands bound in front of him, pulled far up and away, making his ass easily accessible.

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Don’t Try This at Home

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By Aussielthrbiker

I had often experimented with self-bondage in the past, but it just didn’t give me the feeling I was after. I tried rope, but as I had to be able to escape it just didn’t give me that feeling of restraint, so I decided to experiment with chains and padlocks.

I started off by putting a pair of tight black leather jeans, black harness boots and black leather jacket – I was already going hard! Next I took a length of chain and wrapped it tightly around my ankles, padlocking it so they were held tightly together. I brought the chain up to my knees, wrapping it tightly around, just above my knees, adding another padlock. I then fed the chain between my legs so it went across the tight leather covering my ass then took it up to my waist and fed it through the belt lugs of my leather jeans. I locked it off around my waist. I now had tight chains binding the lower half of my body.

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My Roommate Is a Gay Neanderthal

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By Kevin’s Path

The bones of over four hundred neanderthals have been found to date. But, my roommate Garin is the closest thing to a living specimen.

My name is Adam, and I am a graduate student at The UCSC Paleogenomics Lab. Garin is my coworker at the lab. We spend just about every waking hour in the lab cataloging genetic sequences extracted from neanderthal bones. A huge open bone pit was discovered in the Atapuerca Mountains in northern Spain with the remains of at least 28 neanderthal individuals living there about 100,000 years ago – all of them male. It is a puzzle why there were so many males found living in one place together with no females. Garin and I analyze the bone fragments that our group leader sends back from the field.

Part of what’s done with them is to sequence genetic material in the bone fragments. Several research teams, including our team, had sequenced the genome of homo neanderthalensis.

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Lost a Big Dick Contest

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Meet in a hotel room, bring the following:

shorts

jock

jock tea

tape measure

coin

big dick contest loser sign

tape

bottles of beer

shaving cream

pie tins

deck of cards

bucket or jug for pisspot

piss gag

briefs

paddle

blindfold

peanut butter

dove soap

icyhot

wrist restraints

gunge supplies

paper towels

garbage bags

supplies for ultimate loser punishment if you win

 

Pre-challenge A – Big dick contest

Both guys strip to shorts and jock, no cockrings, ballstrechers or any other “toys” can be worn on any part of the body. Stand facing away from each other and drop shorts and jock. Both guys get as hard as they can, then after 60 seconds turn and face each other and compare dick size.

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The Bondage Party Kidnapping

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By Mister-X / Spartan

“Bobby, could you do me a favor?”

“Name it, Russ.”

“We’re having a bondage party over at the Hermans’ place out on Old Middlefield Road. You know where it is, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got Jerry bound and gagged in my apartment, all restraints locked. I’ve got the keys with me. He wanted to get started early. I need someone to get him and bring him here. Can you do it?”

“I’ve got the time and the wheels with gas. But I don’t have a key to your place.”

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The Surfer Boys

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By Aquala Guy

You don’t go through life on the internet with a name like Aqualaguy and not have guys asking you if you like wetsuits and dry suits. And of course, I do. I think a hot man in a wetsuit or a dry suit is one of the sexiest things around. But then again, I like anything that’s going to show off a man’s body. True, dry suits don’t show off as much as a wetsuit, but they do carry a sense of enticement that I just can’t explain.

Like most guys who get into wetsuits and dry suits, I am into water sports — although not the type of water sports most wetsuiters think of. I enjoy my watersports of a more colorful nature, yellow if you want specifics. And I have been known to be a little pushy about it sometimes.

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Burgling a Blackmailer’s Home

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By Mister-X / Spartan

It wasn’t going to be easy. I had checked out the guy’s house the day before, ostensibly as a city worker. I had the right credentials for it, arranged by my friend whose photo I was going to retrieve, dressed and acted the part. My friend worked for the city in a pretty high position, and was being blackmailed by this guy. My friend knew that I had done some covert work when I was in the military, having broken into houses before to retrieve information that we needed. I’d never been caught at it because I tried to be as thorough as possible in my preliminary work. That’s always the key to being successful.

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56 Hours

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By PFC Pflege

I knew when the fifty-six hours were up, roughly, by meal and toilet time. Those were the only times I was partially released, but still hooded over my eyes, and chained. I was fed from a bowl like an animal, and after toilet time, was hosed out with a garden hose. There’s nothing sexy about a naked man, handcuffed and hooded, having his ass washed out with a garden hose. Then I was returned to my cage, hog-chained, gagged, and hooded. Or chained to that damn chair I hated so much. I learned later that I had been hog-chained to that chair in several sessions, totaling just over twenty-four hours of the fifty-six.

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