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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 04

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By Hunter Perez

The morning sun illuminated the hotel suite, giving the space a bright golden hue. John looked at his wristwatch and saw it was a little before seven. He quietly crawled out of bed and quietly moved to the windows to draw the curtains and darken the room.

John left Lucas alone in the bed, but Lucas was unaware of this – he fell into a deep sleep a few hours earlier, with the slightest of smiles resting on his lips. John sat the edge of the bed and gazed at Lucas, his inner thoughts in combat between exhilaration and panic. The night with Lucas went far beyond the Mr. Right Now encounters he enjoyed in his weekend sojourns, and the last thing that he wanted was to lose the sensation he experienced. But his repeated thoughts of having Lucas as his personal prisoner continued to resonate. He feared being rejected if he broached the subject to Lucas, but he also reminded himself the subject was planted and cultivated in the letters addressed to “Mr. Cop” – the scenario was not of his creation, even though he wanted to see it through.

“I’ll lock you up and throw away the key,” John thought as he studied Lucas.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 03

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By Hunter Perez

John needed a plan where he could introduce himself to his neighbor without overtly addressing the pleas in the letters he received. He decided to fall back on a routine that he carried out for years – each summer, he would share the heirloom tomatoes that he grew in his backyard with his immediate neighbors. He figured this would not attract any unusual attention from the elderly folks who lived around him, as they became used to that annual routine and, thus, would not think it odd that he would suddenly choose to visit with the object with attention.

However, time and weather were not his allies. It rained heavily during the days he was off from work, which kept his blond neighbor inside and out of sight – but when the weather was bright and sunny, John was stuck doing double shifts that brought him home exhausted in the early hours of the day.

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 02

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By Hunter Perez

The following day, John was asked to work a double shift because one of his fellow officers became ill. He didn’t get home until after midnight, but by then the lights were out at the home of his mysterious blond neighbor. The day after that, another officer became ill and John was pressed into another double shift. Again, he came home too late to catch a glimpse of the neighbor.

On that second night, another lemon yellow envelope addressed to “Mr. Cop” was among John’s mail. He tossed aside the magazines, catalogs and bills that accompanied the letter and tore open its envelope.

“Dear Mr. Cop,” the letter began. “Since I found the courage to contact you, I wanted to share my dreams about how our life together could unfold in a captor and captive relationship.”

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Dear Mr. Cop – Part 01

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By Hunter Perez

John was a handsome 30-year-old who lived in a small Connecticut town near the Massachusetts border. He resided in a large Victorian home where he was raised. His parents passed away a few years earlier, and he had no immediate family.

John worked as a police officer in another small town several miles from where he lived. He enjoyed his work and had no problems dealing with public – in fact, he was uncommonly kind and holistic when helping people facing all sorts of tumult. But he took no aspect of the job home with him – not the stress of a police officer’s daily routine, nor the camaraderie of being part of a police force. He was cordial with his co-workers but not familiar – he politely declined their invitations to socialize once he was off duty.

John preferred to live alone and keep to himself in his private time. By choice, he had no close friends, nor did he rue his solitude. He savored his time away from others, to the point that he created his own home gym so he wouldn’t have to be bothered with people while he sought to keep himself in shape.

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Ready Babe?

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By Cutieboy90

It was the Pride dance and karaoke night at my favorite bar, and I had just ordered my second drink. I was standing by the dance floor, when a cute twink was pushed into me. Luckily for my suit, both of our drinks ended up splashing on him. We immediately fell in love, even before the apologies began. He said his name was Ben. He was a punk, rather slim, wearing mostly dark clothes, spiky dog collar, and sporting a faux-hawk. Not my usual kind of guy, but there are always exceptions. He liked my clean-cut look, my buff chest and arms, and how I was about three inches taller. He fit in my arms perfectly, like a puzzle piece. We’ve been dating since. He had once mentioned that he had never been tied up. I had casually responded that I would have to change that. He laughed, and said “Maybe.”

Well, we’d been dating for two months, he still hadn’t been tied up, and we still hadn’t had sex. So I decided to plan the first time for both.

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The Trucker – Part 05

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By Steellock

As Gus focussed on the driving and Matt focussed on coping with the continual sensations of his butt and nipples being stimulated and his balls being stretched, the Trucker was able to read a few more comments and plot his next move…

Back in Jim’s store Jess was released from his restraint in the cage and he was briefed on his role that evening. He had to meet a new, shy sub in the local café, help him to calm down a bit and to bring him into the store. Jess was dressed in his usual outfit of tight jeans, secured with a thick leather belt over a pair of boots. He had a bulldog harness that showed off his chest, smooth, with a nice pair of pecs. Not the great mountain that Matt had, but he displayed a great body! The locals in the area were used to Jim, Jess and the store and he trotted down to the café as he was, his boots thumping on the pavement.

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The Trucker – Part 04

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By Steellock

The Trucker sat in the diner eating his burger. He was watching the comments on his channel feed. Ideas from the audience were coming through, and one of them had caught his attention. A guy has noticed that Matt’s laces in his heavy black Grinder boots are yellow and is suggesting that the Trucker use the feeding spigot on the front of his hood to pipe in a good supply of piss! Gus saw the comment too and reminded the Trucker that they had done something similar before…

While they were chatting the Trucker mentioned that he had been in contact with Jim over the last day or so and he had been alerted to a new, and very inexperienced, sub who had been asking about him. Turns out he is completely captivated by the Trucker having seen him in the shop during Jim’s recent demo session and is wanting to swear eternal worship and kiss his boots! Just what the Trucker had been looking for. Jim had managed to get the boy into the shop, and they were planning on using Jess to help him take the biggest step of his life and be ready to meet his idol!

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Off the Field

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By Cutieboy90

Derek huffed impatiently at the door. He could hear the party continuing outside as if nothing was amiss. His body was suddenly pushed backwards.

“HMMMMMCKK!”

Fuck. Derek glared at the ceiling, still trying to avoid reality. Or at least, cherry pick parts of it…

“Ffrrry…” A soft, meek whimper shattered Derek’s denial. He rolled his eyes and tried to give his fellow prisoner a reassuring, forgiving look. Sure, it wasn’t Andy’s fault for losing his balance. But it was his fault for reminding Derek of their situation.

The situation was that Derek, the star quarterback of the college football team, was tied up in a closet, face-to-face with the towel boy! They’d both been stripped of their shirts, hands and feet taped, and were gagged together with a double duty gag. It was a wide leather strap that forced a fake dick into their mouths, made them drool, and the only thing that kept them from kissing was the leather strap that held the peckers.

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