By boyinacage
Part 10 – Solitary Confinement
The bastards left me out there all night. At some stage during the night the tail was removed and I became the casual sex tool again. At a later stage a urinal hood was placed over the weird hood I was already wearing. It seemed my fate with these guys was to drink an inordinate amount of piss. Needless to say that positioned as I was, with these random acts, I got no sleep.
By Boyinacage
Part 9 – The morning after
My legs were still bound spread when I woke up. My chest was covered in wax. All I could smell was stale piss. My balls hurt like hell and my arse could feel something stretching it. For once I was hooded without a gag – probably a safety thing. I tried to stretch my legs but all that achieved was lifting my body and for some unknown reason stretched my balls.
By Erik of Roids N Rants
A few hours ago, this afternoon, I was standing in front of a tall 19th-century condominium in one of the most prestigious areas of the town and hesitating whether to enter or not. No one knew I was there, and I didn’t know the man who was going to take me to the deep underground cellar of the old building, tie me up and fuck me anonymously.
By MetalbondNYC
Part 1
“That’s it, keep sucking,” says Bryan, my personal trainer.
I’m on my knees in the trainers’ private locker room at the gym, servicing Bryan’s rock hard cock. As usual when I suck Bryan off, I am totally naked, and my hands are secured inescapably behind my back, locked at the wrists. My name is Rick, and my own cock, which I have not been able to stroke for six months now, is standing straight up at attention.
By boyinacage
Part 8 – Back at the Station
We all do it, don’t we? Edging ourselves in situations where we just aren’t able to cum. One of my favourites is when I go to the gym at lunch time. The first half hour I spend power walking on the tread mill. I wear an old t-shirt and a pair of lycra shorts without a jock. As I walk towards the machine looking at the bods I get that tremulous feeling in my cock – not enough to be noticeable, but enough to make sure I position my cock correctly in my shorts.
By boyinacage
Part 7 – The Hunt
Fuck it was hurting. I had one leg dangling on each side of a tree branch. My metal encased cock dangling through a hole in the branch whilst something was weighing down my balls. My hands were tapped into fists and my boots were weighted down with chains attached by an ice lock to a bolt at the base of the tree. I had to get down as soon as I could because the hunters would be out at dawn but the lock wasn’t budging.
By Aquala Guy
Part One
This work is entirely a piece of fiction, and written from the author’s fantasy. Names used are strictly an indication of the author’s fantasy men, and are not in any way a reflection or indication of the proclivities of any person besides the author. No inference should be made about anyone, except that the author is waiting for the day when he really does get a piss hood locked on his head.
Continue reading Conversion – a story about a locking piss hood
By Catdude
Part 1
I sat at the airport, nervously playing with my ticket, thinking over the event that had led to me being here, Josh pretty much ran my life now, he had made we quit my job, there had been very little option really, he told me that if I didn’t quit he would just confine me to my house with no food and that after enough days had passed that my job would have fired me he would finally allow me drugged food and I would re-awaken in my cell with the chair waiting to milk me. That had made it very easy for me to make up my mind.