By Marknorth
Part 2
I sat and stared at the screen for a long time. I re-read the old message that was in the pop-up window mocking me. What the hell had happened? How the hell was I so stupid? I reread the last paragraph for the umpteenth time:
Remember when you asked me about those pathetic postings from those other guys who I have locked-up? None of them set a time limit on their lock-ups either. Now they all beg for release. You’ll be just like them soon enough………
By Marknorth
I had been experimenting with chastity for years. I had tried numerous cock cages, but never found a key holder to keep me locked-up. I had been able to keep myself locked-up for weeks and, in one case, several months. But, in the end, I had access to the key and could always release myself. I was usually able to make it to the time limit that I set for myself but, occasionally, I cheated and released myself when it began to get uncomfortable (or when I was too horny to make it any longer.)
By Catdude
The sun had set and the area was lit by the harsh, fake light of the streetlights, shadows filled the gaps where the light pools failed to meet, a van drove between these alternating pools of light and shadow ahead a warehouse that was indistinguishable from the ones around it waited. The van pulled up to the roller doors at the front of the warehouse, the roller door opened to admit it and then closed behind it, with a certain finality.
By Marknorth
Part 1
The drive was long and bumpy. The trunk soon became warm and I was hardly able to move inside the equipment duffle. I was dreading what was to come. The treatment at their hands so far had been horrible and I knew that there was only more of the same to come.
By Marknorth
Danny had spent most of the winter planning the upcoming trip and as it got closer he became more and more excited. I had to smile every time I talked to him – his enthusiasm was contagious!
I had met him in late fall of last year and we hit it off right from the start. I don’t like the bar scene so it sometimes is tough to meet guys, but Danny and I literally bumped into each other in the supermarket. He accidently hit me with his cart and as I spun around to swear I found myself gazing into the deepest brown eyes that I had ever seen.
By John Strickland
an excerpt
From behind, Zac tugged Keagan’s T-shirt over his head.
“Hey!” exclaimed Keagan. “My T-shirt!” he said.
Keagan had a great body. He had filled out a lot since the last year to become athletic and muscular.
“You don’t need a T-shirt,” said Stefan, already picking up the straitjacket. “Leather lining!” he said. “You sure you’re ready for this, Keagan?” He noticed Keagan’s nipples were erect. He noticed Keagan’s crotch was bulging.
By Marknorth
Part 1
I was never much of a jock. Alright, to be truthful, I wasn’t athletic in the least. I had never played any sports in High School – I was too small and too uncoordinated. I hated gym class – it only proved the point and the other guys never failed to point out how inept I was. They hated having me on their team as I was sure to screw up and cost them the game. The football team was the worst at harassing me. They would make sure that I was somehow tackled by mistake every time we played flag football in gym.
Hey guys, here is a challenge from Metalbond and Mister-X: Read the story below and then post a comment or send me an email about what YOU would do, and what you would like to see happen next.
What would you decide to do?
By Mister-X / Spartan
Many of us who live alone dream about having someone always available at our beck and call to put us into bondage. But how many of us, when suddenly given this opportunity, would trust a perfect stranger to now live in our home and perform this task?