By slavesuit
I was bound and struggling in this heavy bondage suit for a few hours. The stimulation in the chastity belt kept me on edge but never provided me an orgasm. I was completely frustrated yet loving every moment of this bondage. Clearly, I was being provided with the best gear and scene that I had ever had. At least once this guy came back and released me; I would have had enough bondage to last me awhile. But did I really want it to end. After all I was in heaven.
By Quandt
I have worn a Latowski belt through airport security.
I flew from the Palm Beach Airport to visit a friend in San Francisco. I took off my boots and threw all my stuff into a gray plastic tub.
By Erik of Roids N Rants
The shiny black Slick It Up hood is stretched tight around my head, muffling every sound. There are no eye holes, only a hole for my mouth, and I’m totally blind and helpless as I’m being guided deeper into the apartment. Disoriented, I have no idea where I stand, and suddenly I’m seized by too many hands to count and held in place as my arms are pulled behind my back and a rope is tied around my wrists. There is no going back now.
By Rob Allie
This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don’t. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
By slavesuit
I guess you could say I was naïve. Probably gullible. But the offer seemed too good to be true. I had been searching for a compatible guy to play with for a long time. Living in a remote area of the United States, I was within a few hours drive of a couple of major cities but I never had the time to really get there. If I did, I had other things I needed to do other than feed my love of bondage.
By slavebladeboi
The casual passerby would see only a large but unremarkable detached house. Set within the quiet cul-de-sac only a few hundred meters from the beach, it appeared the apotheosis of mundane suburban life. The Master had chosen the property when their relationship had become permanent. Although the slave had no input in the decision he nevertheless realized that he was an integral part of it.
By Norm
It was another wasted day, waiting around for the delivery guy. My old sofa was dead and a new one on the way. Had a call from a guy named Ric, said to have the old one ready to go. I left the door ajar and started cleaning up when I heard a knock and a shout, “Deliveries by Ric, got a new sofa here.”
“Come on in,” I yelled.
“You need to sign here.”
By Marknorth
It had been a rough flight. The little 18-seat puddle jumper had bounced and jerked through the storm for the entire 2 hours it was in the air. Landing at the little rural airport had been an adventure in itself; the wind was so strong that the plane seemed to slide sideways down the runway. Now he was standing in the rain with 5 other guys waiting for their ride.