By Clyde

Part One

Back in the day of phone line hook ups, when the internet was still just a gleam, I had been chatting with this guy who sounded very hot but something didn’t feel exactly right so I had never arranged the final hook.  I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my instincts told me to steer clear.  Sure enough, I was talking to a bud about him when my friend figured out that he knew this boy and his less than stellar reputation (only took one day and some amateur sleuthing to be absolutely sure).  My wanna-be trick worked for a brokerage downtown, loved taking cock in his ass, mouth and throat and promised to be a real pig, but played it very straight in public, even going so far as to harass the out gay guy in his office.

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Wish Me Luck

By DCKidnap

We had experimented with chastity before. Tim wasn’t my Sir, more like a close friend and part time Sir. When we played I was defiantly the boy. He knew about my strong interest in long term chastity, and had kept me locked for as long as a month in an access denied belt we split the expense on a year earlier.

One night we were out at dinner and he asked, “How would you like to take this interest of yours to a higher level?”

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By Boyinacage

Part 11 – The Beach

The night was long. It’s difficult to sleep standing up at the best of times, although I thought that being as tired as I was it would be relatively easy. Not being able to move created some of the problem; the real problem though was the “dildo on a stick” concept. They say that sooner or later everybody has a day where they feel like a Muppet, today was more like that character from Avenue Q.

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Prologue

“Mike, the reason I wanted to see you is because we have a problem in one of the larger cities in the “Bible Belt.” A bar owner whose clientele comprises of mainly gay men has told us that 5 of his clientele have disappeared after leaving his bar. The local police don’t seem to care that the men have disappeared, and even seem to be glad of it. The bar owner suspects that they may have had something to do with it.

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By Catdude

Part 3

The back of that bike is probably the most zen like moment I have ever experienced, the roar of the bike translating up though the plug, the darkness that surrounded me having to grip the figure in front of me, feeling a hard body under the supple soft feel of leather. The sensation of rubber clinging to my body as the heat built up.

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