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The Tournament Affair – Part 02

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By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 2 – Arrival

The Black Team van, with four members and one hostage, has now entered a vast open area, seemingly a warehouse floor or unused airplane hangar.  Denny is bound and gagged but amazed at the sights of what’s happening. He’s almost forgotten he is tightly tied, so as Denny moves, his pecs feel the rough rope near them. Through the windshield he sees other vehicles and a variety of other men in groups of two or three hustling around what seems to be an unloading zone.

In the first of many surprises, both Ben and Chad are called along with the others to help with setup. Armloads of airsoft weapons are being unloaded, and Ben is carrying coils of even MORE rope – ROPE??? thinks Denny. “What’s left on me to tie up?”

So Denny is left unattended – and it seems like it should be an opportunity somehow – the doors are shut most of the way, so nobody else can see him and notice that the kidnappers have criminally abducted a victim, BUT he’s got some time without a minder, and he should be able to make himself known or grab the keys and kamikaze the van out of this prison or whatever it is and drive straight to the police.

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The Tournament Affair – Part 01

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By @reconkayar and @mmmph82

Part 1 – First Encounter
FRIDAY MORNING – 10:00am

The van pulls up to the curb, a white conversion van with dark tinted windows. The side panel door slides open and Denny peers in, hoping this is the ride he arranged in the outdoor gaming online group to get him to his day of apartment hunting. “Umm ….. ” Denny peers at the note he jotted the dude’s phone number onto, “…. Nathan?”

A big bodybuilder in a black T shirt and what looks like a black N95 mask waves at him from the front passenger seat. Denny can’t see the full face but the guy sounds super friendly and encouraging.

“You got me!  Hey, Denny, hop in the center seat in the second row there.  Chad and Ben will make space.”  Denny climbs in, thanking as he goes.  It’s been hard to find digs, and he’s looking forward to finally checking that off his list so he can focus on moving.  Denny isn’t an outdoor gamer himself, but he’s been fascinated for ages by the videos these hot guys post, especially the wargaming. Having seen other guys posting rideshare and roommate requests in the group’s message board, it struck him as a good way to meet some of the gamers in person, and now here he is, seated among four of them! They certainly look like the real thing.

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Roadtrip!

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By Cutieboy90

Chris squeezed his eyes shut, trying for the dozenth time in the same number of minutes to force himself to sleep. He tried not to toss and turn too much, though he couldn’t help it. Not five seconds later, Chris’s eyes flashed open, and his lips cracked back into a big silly grin. He looked to the clock on the nightstand, finding the time still too early to do anything.

With a whimper, the excited pup curled himself around his body pillow, his back to the clock. Next to him, sleeping cozily, was his boyfriend and owner, Brian. Brian was only a few years older, but had some salt and peppered hair, and a strong, beefy build. He was a playful, kind, but firm master, and a very loving boyfriend.

Yet another rush of excitement coursed through the boy’s body, his hard cock throbbing now too. Typically, Chris would spend the night in some form of restraints, in his cage next to the bed, or if he’d been naughty, on the floor. Tonight was the rare occasion he was allowed to sleep without any restraints, save for his collar, and Brian’s arms around him. Even his cock cage had been unlocked for the night, though Chris wasn’t allowed to cum. He still had his dogtail butt plug stuffed in his butt, which didn’t help anything. A night like this always meant something really amazing was about to happen…

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 17

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By Hunter Perez

(The final chapter to the story)

It was dark by the time Patterson came scurrying across the courtyard with a bright lantern in one hand and an oversized ring packed with keys in the other. He was huffing and puffing in tremendous movements and paused for a minute at the base of the pillory to catch his breath. I feared he would collapse before ending my imprisonment, but he caught his second wind and quickly freed me. He asked about my physical well-being before handing me a small silver flask which he said contained brandy.

“Strictly for medicinal purposes, of course,” he added. “You never catch a cold with brandy.”

Patterson was apologetic that he did not arrive earlier, explaining that an emergency arose within the prison that required all on-duty guards. In our walk back to the cottage, Patterson provided an excruciatingly in-depth recollection of the emergency, giving violently graphic details to the bloodied injuries that several brawling prisoners inflicted on each other. By the time we reached the fence outside of the cottage, Patterson exhausted his gory story and paused for healthy sip of his “medicinal” brandy with the assurance that it helps rebuild strength and courage.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 07

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By Takeo

Day 2 – Wednesday June 12th – Going Out

So far I have never experienced dog training, even though I have worn a plug with a dog tail once or twice. But I remember expressing my desire to try it to Florian during one of our chats. Yet what attracts me most is the look, with a tail and a dog hood, a leash, and the fact of being on all fours. As for eating out of a bowl, I had carefully avoided the subject. I like being humiliated by a dom, but this is a little too extreme for me, I thought.

As these thoughts run through my head, I try to understand why I am in this situation. It does not make much sense to me; Flo’s pleasure should be in watching me being humiliated by having to eat off the floor from a bowl, but he is not there.

I realize that I have been up for a while, and that I am hungry. So I resolve to try and eat something. One bowl contains water, the other food. Rice, apparently with bits of vegetable and chicken.

My hands are trapped in the mitts, so if I lift the bowls I risk spilling everything. So I am forced to leave them on the ground and really eat like a dog, even though I am alone and nobody is actually forcing me to.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 16

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By Hunter Perez

The interior of the cottage looked as if somebody’s grandmother was recruited to inspire its décor: frilly lace curtains, heavily upholstered furniture, framed needlework on the walls and fragile doilies with porcelain figurines of fauns and lambs sitting atop sturdy oak tables. A fireplace took up much of a wall in the living space and an ornate clock was perched on its jagged wood mantlepiece. As I just emerged from a prison cell residency, the coziness overkill came as a shock.

The kitchen was large and more utilitarian in design and haphazard in its presentation, with dishes and pots scattered carelessly about. There was no running water for the large sink, and an oversized pitcher laying on its side in the basin challenged me to figure out how to clean the dishes and cookware without the benefit of a faucet. A wood-burning stove occupied a corner of the space. The box marked “cottage food” that Patterson carried over was plopped on a dark wood table with chairs parked on each of its sides.

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7 Days in Berlin – Part 06

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By Takeo

Day 2 continues …

I stay in this kneeling position in the cell for a while, the fresh air of the apartment making me shiver. I can feel all my muscles after the gym session Franz put me through this morning. Not that it hurts, but I can feel the work that has been done.

I hear a door open and footsteps approaching the cell.

“Hello, boy,” says a beautiful rocky voice.

“Good morning, Sir” I reply.

I am not wearing a gag under the gas mask, so I imagine a response from me is expected.

“Come on,” orders Sir Flo.

I scramble to my feet, Florian taking me by the arm to help me. He leads me into another room, which I imagine to be the playroom. The temperature is a little higher, more pleasant than the coolness of the cell. Florian removes the chain linking my wrists and ankles and ties my hands above my head. In this basic position, I feel very exposed. Florian tenderly caresses my chest. His hands roam all over my body, sides, arms, back. He ventures farther down, to my buttocks. His caresses on Franz’s gym shorts provoke immediate arousal. He puts his hand on my chastity belt and whispers in my ear.

“So it looks like you’re horny boy, do you like it?”

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 15

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By Hunter Perez

The next three weeks swirled into a prolonged magic show, with yours truly as the unlikely Pygmalion and Merrifield as an even more unlikely Galatea. Patterson brought us a huge box full of goodies that he purchased in Monroeville: books, newspapers, magazines, a black-and-white board for chess and checkers, a pack of playing cards, and several notebooks and pencils. Everything I requested was included except for the requested harmonicas, which Holmgren nixed. But even without the opportunity for harmonica interludes, each day was filled with so much activity that there rarely a wasted minute.

We started the morning with exercising. I tried to vary the exercises to prevent the boredom and a repetition of routines. Merrifield took it upon himself to invent a new exercise by lifting and lowering the bed. Unfortunately, he was caught doing that when Patterson arrived one morning with our breakfast – the guard scolded him gently for mishandling prison property and scolded me more harshly for encouraging such shenanigans.

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