By CHP Dehners
It all started off as a thought composed from a thousand images and hundreds of conversations. A distillation of so many vibrations that all lead to the cock!
Tonight I’m going to install the hood that took years to make. A second to design, one thought that lead me on the pursuit of perfection. Riding down an escalator to the subway, the thought came and I saw the hood all at once. My cock responded by growing hard in my jeans … I knew it was the one.
Author unkown
I sighed, and kept waiting. What else could i do? I was in my sleep sack and to make sure I moved as little as possible, master added several belts over it. I sighed again, the gasmask with rebreather balloon makes it hard on you after a while. I felt a droplet of water falling down on my face, it must be at least an hour I was in this state. Master said He had a surprise for me when he’d be back. Dunno when that’ll be. I was intrigued… a surprise… Once he locked me up in cage for 3 days, I didn’t like that surprise. Another time we went to a good restaurant and had a superb meal with really good wine. I liked that surprise a lot.
By Collector2
Hi Metal, I would like to get some feedback / ideas from yourself and your readers about a predicament I find myself in.
Just to give you some background first. I am a switch. I love to bottom for heavy bondage but rarely get a chance here. Most of the time when I do get to play I am top as I know way more about it than any of the other guys that are around here. I also don’t believe in doing something to someone else that I haven’t experienced first myself so that I know the feelings and the limits. This philosophy has stood me in good stead so far.
By Ralph aka herrpee
“Business or pleasure?” asked the customs officer. Depends on how you define pleasure of course. What I was here for wasn’t really pleasure for most people. I even think some people would call me insane for what I describe as pleasure. I came here to push my boundaries. But customs officers are very rarely people with a sense of humor so I quickly answered “Pleasure Sir, pure pleasure.” After checking my passport and asking me what I intended to visit he let me pass.
By hushpuppy1980
“Now, make sure you listen carefully,” He said, “because I am not going to repeat myself. Each of these nickels represents 5 days. There are five in total. That’s 25 days. For each nickel you drop on the floor, you will spend 5 days in chastity. Now, if I were you, I’d stop fiddling around and hold still. Enjoy your hour.” I heard Him settle down in His leather chair, put His booted legs on the stool and pick up what I thought was a book.
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By Joemal
Sitting on the cot across from me was a mid-20s soldier who was recently put through some punishment. He sat there staring at my completely exhausted body. I was out like a light. My body smells soon took over the tiny cell. The toned soldier got off the cot and looked outside the cell as if to see if the coast was clear and then he came over to me. He kneeled down beside me, his hands resting on the side of the cot. He observed my slow shallow breaths. The jarhead studied my body wondering what types of evils they put me through. My skin was still shiny from being drenched with sweat.
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By Joemal
I received a call at 5:30am… It awoke me from a calm sleep. “Agent Richardson?” said the stern voice on the other end of the line.
“Yes…” I said in a scratchy voice.
“Report to Howard Air Force base at 0-700, your mission is in Honduras.” commanded the official voice.
“Understood,” I replied and hung up the phone.
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By Bind
After months of planning, my friend dug a hole seven feet deep. The plan was for me to be buried alive in the hole. I wasn’t sure how he would dig me out, and I wondered why the hole was so deep. I was starting to wonder if I was going to be buried, or just trapped in the hole and covered with a plywood board or something. But, knowing my friend and his creativity, I suspected the unexpected.
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