By Kiggle

Chapter 1

I had grown up at the same time as Jim, although he was not a particular friend of mine. I had always admired him: he seemed so confident and self possessed. His father had owned large market gardens producing some splendid vegetables on the fertile soils surrounding our village. Jim’s father had died a while ago and Jim had inherited the large family home with all its outbuildings and barns. In earlier times these outbuildings had housed the carts and the stable for Dolly their big old horse.

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By MetalbondNYC

Aside from a few minor changes, this story is 95 percent TRUE.

Thursday Night

So he picks me up at the airport wearing full leather.  Skin tight leather jeans, leather cop jacket, boots, gloves.  Keys on the left.  He was totally fucking hot.  We go back to his place, where he made me strip and get into my new rubber body suit, which completely covers me from the neck to wrists to ankles, then he puts me in a posture collar, tall black rubber waders, and bolts a metal band around my waist.

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By Mudcub

Dave was into blowjob torture. Not what you might think – it’s not like he sucked me off for hours or was the one giving *me* the blowjobs. No, this was all about me sucking him. Over and over for hours at a time, in the most painful and humiliating ways possible.

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By Max Cita

Chapter 1 – Rubber, mud, bondage and sex

A few times each year, usually late Summer or Fall, Max would travel four hours Northwest from Ottawa. He would visit friends at their not too remote rural farm. Farm? Well it was 25 acres of swamp, clay, rock, bears and gazillion black flies in the Spring. The mud, ahh yes, the swamp and high water had wonderful silty mushy, gooy, clean clay.

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