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Football Bondage

By Chris

I was playing football in high school when I had my first man on 
man … and bondage session at the same time. It was after practice on a cool October Saturday when the one of the guys on the team suggested we do an 
after practice run along the river next to my high school. The kid was 
the center and kinda cute. I was a fullback and we sort of hung out 
together.

On our way to the river trail, he stopped at his car and got a 
small pack out of the back seat. We were in full uniform, as we started 
jogging along the trail.

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The Execution

By CREUSS

stories by CREUSSThe squad was progressing under cover, along the hill. We were to walk round the enemy camp, and take them from behind.  The Lieutenant gave us this mission, not to overtake them, but to create a second attack, at the same time our forces would invade them from the other side. They call that strategy.  It was a realistic training, against the paras, but we did not fear them!

The leading NCO ordered two of us (me and a good mate) to strip naked but the underpants, cover us with dust and earth, and crawl as close as possible to the camp. We had a river to cross swimming; so naked was better (if not, we would be soaked and noisy when getting to the enemies.)  So we did, and we took the path we were indicated. Others were to walk a longer distance, to get there, taking a bridge about 5km further. Our scout expedition would help to get quickly and safely to the enemies, and save time the attack.  We took the time to be very cautious, and quiet as it would be stupid to be discovered now and let them guess our tactics.

Eventually, we found ourselves very close to their camp. We could see them but not be seen. As the Lieutenant thought, they had very few defences toward the river, as they were expecting us to attack from the other way.  We decided to split up, and my mate made a tour around the camp to have a better view behind the rocks on the left side.  I saw him crawling and moving slowly, toward the spot he wanted to get to.  I would be able to see him from my spot but he won’t be able to see me when he got there.

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Chastity Devices and Airline Travel

By Skinric

Metal put a small item on this site a little while back about chastity control where a guy was to be locked without any knowledge of when of if he was ever to be released. After a small exchange of messages with Metal, he asked me about my experiences of flying whilst locked, so here goes:

My first experience of this was about 15 years back. A good friend was going on holiday, hiking in the USA for about six weeks. He had a device made by a German company called Balbos, this was a stainless steel sphere with a thick collar that split in two (bit like those ball weights).

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How the Army Buried Me in the Ground

By CREUSS

stories by CREUSSHere is a real story again.

It happened about 25 years ago when I was a soldier. I spent 7 years in the army from age 17 to age 24. We were all professionals, that has to be said, as the military service still existed in those days. As the “elite” of the army, discipline was hard and rough so punishment for misconduct or any failure could be severely inflicted.  We were quite often training in battlefield conditions. Usually, it was a matter of 3 nights and 4 days per training session but it could be longer, of course.

You probably noticed that when you are in a barracks, there is always a place used and/or called the “prison.”  It is not always pleasant to visit, but it happens.  Anyway, when you are outdoors for a few days, there isn’t a fixed prison, so the officers (I am unable to share with you the exact division of the army that I belonged to, let it suffice to say that we were the crème de la crème and the best of the best) have found a simple way to handle “convicts” for over a century – sorry, no pix available.

Here is my first experience:

Actually, I will start my story as my punishment began.  All day long, we were undergoing map reading and compass training. But for some reason I got lost and got back to the campsite quite late – far too late, actually.  I was yelled at until my commander was hoarse and would be punished overnight for my inability to follow orders.

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Games

By Prisoner

When the game becomes pain and the fantasy real.

I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn’t take Des Moines any longer. Even now, there’s not a whole lot a gay kid can do in Iowa. I figure I’m pretty good looking, light brown hair, hazel eyes and a smooth swimmers build. In fact, in high school I was captain of the swim team. Anyway, I figured I’d do alright in the Gay capital of the world.

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The Meat Locker

By Nightbrawler240

When I bid on the slaughterhouse in sheriff’s sale I was ecstatic when I was informed the transaction went through.  Having a background in engineering and architecture pays off when you have a devious mind such as mine.  The first thing I did upon entering the building was to see what was left, what was salvageable, and what was to be removed.  That was over a year ago, and now, for the last two months, I now have a fully automated “dungeon” in the privacy of an inconspicuous building where one would expect to hear all types of sounds.

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