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Storage Space: Sentenced to Service – Part 02

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By BootDeputy

Several days past that consisted of bondage and isolation. Every time someone came in to adjust or change his situation, Logan yearned for their touch, for their voice, any sort of interaction. He didn’t know if it was the same Man who had spoken to him when he first arrived that was manipulating him each time. Logan remembered Master Dallas implying there were two of them. He also remembered Dallas saying that Logan may never see their faces during his time with them.

The brief glance of the Man in full uniform and hood that covered his face was the closest he had to seeing another human being and it already felt like an eternity ago.

He was allowed to shower after lengths of time. This occurred in a small closet sized room that contained a single shower head. The water was always lukewarm or colder. He took this time to stretch as well after putting his skin back on. Logan started to see it that way and liked the process of putting it back on.

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Storage Space: Sentenced to Service – Part 01

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(A True Potential Story)

Written by BootDeputy

It was less than a week before the brand on Logan`s ass was healed enough to allow for more functional movement. When Daddy Kyle branded him, He made sure to do it on the far outer side of his ass so Master Dallas was still able to fuck his hole, and he did daily.

But it seemed that Logan’s time as Tread the barn animal was done. On the night that the brand seemed to be healing without infection, Logan was on his knees worshiping Master Dallas’ dick. His spurs dug into Logan’s back as he smoked on the porch of his ranch house.

He had already unloaded in Logan’s mouth and was watching him clean off his cock. He got an email from Officer Rick yesterday detailing Logan’s next step in his year of training, which was with two doms that needed a new object to train. They had sent a package containing things for Logan to have on when they arrived. They were probably on the road, if not a hotel, right now coming from Delaware.

He couldn’t delay it any longer, “Tonight is your last night with me. Tomorrow evening you will be picked up by two men from our family.”

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My Pal Jock and the Rope Bondage

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By Hunter Perez

Simon looked at his phone’s screen and smiled. “It’s Jock – he’s downstairs in the parking lot and will be up in a minute. Bingo, do you want me to put shorts on you?”

I shook my head glumly. “No, that’s not necessary. Jock knows what a penis looks like – he’s been to museums.”

It was 5:30 on a Tuesday morning in my bedroom. Simon stood by the side of the bed as he slipped into his shorts and t-shirt. I was sitting on the bed, my bottom half unclothed while my top half was also without clothing – although it was also tightly encased in an elaborate web of bright red rope, with my arms bound behind my back.

Only five hours before, Simon announced that he wanted to try something that he viewed in an online video channel belonging to someone called Master Masanori, who claimed to be an expert in Japanese rope bondage. Simon had been studying these videos patiently and was very eager to try Master Masanori’s lessons. To his credit, Simon did a brilliant job recreating a rope pattern called the “Okinawan Fishing Net,” which he secured around my upper body. I will admit there was a strangely invigorating sensation in becoming encased within the intricate twists and turns of the rope. While I was tied up, Simon edged me for the next two hours – it was a kinetic experience that brought out the best in both of us.

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A Small Gathering

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By David Cody Ledon

Prologue

Cameron had been waiting in the bus station for over three hours. As his bus approached, he stood and picked up his knapsack and walked outside to meet it. He was a handsome, somewhat diminutive young man, at 5-foot-7 and 150 pounds. But he had a solid, athletic build, and large dark brown eyes, set into an attractive face. He had a great smile too, although he had not displayed that recently.

It was probably not an understatement to say that this had been the worst day in his 23-years long life. His day had started at the lawyer’s office for the county, where he had signed over the deed to his family home. His mother had left him and his father 10 years prior, to parts unknown. His father had little use for him until he developed heart problems, after which Cameron had been forced to care for him, and endure his verbal abuse, until his death about two months ago. After his passing, it became clear that he had not paid any taxes on their decrepit house for several years, and the tax burden on the house far exceeded its value. Cameron sold what he could to raise a few hundred dollars in cash. That, and the few pieces of clothing in his knapsack comprised his worldly possessions. His father’s demands had pretty much prevented him from making any friends in high school or from having a social life. No one was there to see him off.

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Event Urinal – Part 08

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By Nitro

Note: This is the latest chapter in a long running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Nitro Event UrinalThe six of us are sitting around the table in the restaurant lavishing in the delicious steak dinner we had.  We have all been telling stories and catching up and have all laughed so hard that we hurt.  SIR was sharing with his friends stories of the bondage equipment we have built at home, and telling tales of how we have used it for hours on end.  Each of the guys all agreed that we need to set up a weekend for everyone to visit and not take so long between catchups.  Its been really great being one of the guys and joining in on the conversations this time.  The whole day I’ve not exactly been in a position to chime into the banter.

SIR would occasionally reach under the table and graze his hand over my crotch sending a jolt thru me as my dick shifted in the hidden rubber shorts under my street clothes.  There is always just something so sexy about wearing stealth gear out in public.  What would the other tables think if they knew that the guys at our table were in varying stages of rubber and fetish gear under their normal looking attire?  I’m sure that someone walking by has got to be confused at the sudden smell of rubber in the air!

“So boy – you’ve wanted to spend a day as a rubber urinal for a long time.  How was it?” SIR said looking at me.

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The Weight of Desire

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By Justin I

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Finally, Brock spoke, his voice calm but with an edge of teasing amusement. “So, what do you think, Jaxon? Should I take the straps off and let you go? Or should I leave you here like this? Let someone else come in and find you?”

Jaxon’s heart raced at the thought, panic flashing in his eyes as he struggled to lift his head. His body screamed in protest, muscles aching from the workout, but the idea of being left there—helpless, restrained, and locked cock exposed—was too much. His voice came out in weak, breathless protests. “No… don’t. Just… let me go,” he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly, the remnants of his frustration mingling with a hint of desperation.

Brock raised an eyebrow, considering Jaxon’s plea for a long, drawn-out moment. Then, with a small, almost amused nod, he reached down and finally undid the straps from Jaxon’s wrists. Jaxon’s arms fell limply to the mat, his body too drained to do much more than collapse in relief.

But Brock wasn’t quite done. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, sleek business card. Without a word, he leaned over Jaxon’s body and placed the card on Jaxon’s chest, the weight of it almost mocking in its simplicity.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 11

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By Takeo

Day 3 – Thursday June 13th – What an evening

My muscles are really starting to ache. I am still locked in this little cage, on my knees, my head sticking out of the cage and trapped in the straitjacket built into the cage door. I’m wearing the sports outfit Tom had worn for his fitness session this morning. The smell of it still fills my nostrils. I love the smell of guys’ sweat, and being tied up like this in an outfit like that is very hot.

My hands are cuffed behind my back, I am gagged with a big ball gag and my eyes are blindfolded.

Tom’s and Flo’s juices have dried on my face, but the smell is still there. I feel totally humiliated, like discarded after having been used. Like a toy to be put on the shelf and come back for later. Maybe it is so.

The position is very uncomfortable, especially after being tied up and used all afternoon. I was not under any illusions, I was not expecting to be released since I was the one who asked to be tied up permanently, not to have a break during those 7 days in Berlin. And of course Florian didn’t need to be begged to grant my request. However, Florian’s treatment is more intense than I could have imagined. Much more intense. Infinitely more intense!

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