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Hide and Seek – Part 1

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By Cutieboy90

September was our 20-year high school reunion. This time, we’d go to Eric’s old family estate, like we always used to. It was a large, late Victorian monstrosity out in the country, with nearby hiking trails, lakes, a river, and woods.

Traditionally, the first night everyone was present, we’d play a huge game of hide-and-seek. The aim was to hide for as long as you could. The winner got to decide all the activities, meals, and got the best room in the house for the entire trip. I won almost every year, but I usually shared the winner’s privileges with everyone. Tonight, Eric would start counting whenever he felt like it, to keep us on our toes. As it was, he started counting immediately once everyone was present.

Everyone scattered as quickly and quietly as they could to find hiding spots. I always knew the best spots, and tonight I was going to try the ultimate hiding spot: inside the console of the pipe organ in the basement. It was one of those places that was so creepy, no one even thought to look in the basement, let alone near the pipe organ. Years ago, Eric himself had tried to hide there, but got creeped out after a minute and changed spots.

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Strike 3! – Part 01

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By Chain slave

Ok. How the hell did I get myself into this situation. I ask myself as I went in with my eyes wide open and basically was the victim of my own doing.

We all have these elaborate fantasies that cant really happen in the real world but if you allow it to happen dont run crying for help, its often too late and there is no way to reverse whats already happened. Whats done is done.

I met like minded guys on X, some were more extreme than others and often guys would say, but that cant happen while others said thats a bit over the top and not likely. Then there was one guy that said be careful out there and be careful what you say or wish for. What you going to do if it happens.

Naturally I got into long conversations with him about what was possible and impossible. What I liked and wild fantasies and fears but it always came back to permanent forced slavery. He could always find a way to explain that everything was possible.

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My Pal Jock and the Public Safety Video

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By Hunter Perez

It was Friday at one in the afternoon and I was in my kitchen making a pot of coffee when someone began knocking on my front door to the melody of “Kung Fu Fighting.” There was only one guy who make himself known in that manner.

“Come on in, Jock,” I declared as I opened the door.

Jock raced in with a great smile on his face, wrapped his large muscular arms around me and hoisted me high. “Bingo, baby, I just got my first contract for my new video production business. And it’s a government contract, too, so I’ll be making a ton of money.”

Jock swung me around in a bear hug, perhaps not realizing the depth of his strength. “Jock, you’re squeezing the air out of my lungs. Put me down and I’ll make you some coffee.”

Jock released me and after a few deep breaths I felt better. He sat at the kitchen table, happier than I had seen him in the longest time.

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Morning Object

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Written by ty dehner

Waking, I lift my head as I turn to see you in darkness. Only your breath is heard coming through the micro holes that are in the area of your nose. Your breathing is your only freedom to the outside world.

I see my reflection in the well-shined black rubber that encases your head.

I love when I look at you and see an object. You are not human when you are in the black rubber, making me want you more. This morning, I am holding myself back from just grabbing you and holding you, feeling the cool, slick black latex against my naked skin.

Throwing the sheet off the bed, I see your chest gently rise and fall as you breathe that precious air while under my control. The scent of rubber fills my nose as I lightly touch you and slide my leather-gloved hand down the slick surface of the rubber sleep sack you happily went into last night after dinner.

With my light touch, I have no idea if you are awake or sleeping. As you are in darkness, the thick rubber keeps me from seeing into the world that you are locked in.

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Copdar – Bubba from Kentucky

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By Cuffsandcops

Hook up apps with maps help to pin point parts of the city populated with hotels and out of town visitors. One of these areas is not too far from my house and I admit to sending more messages to profiles that show up there, compared to other local locations. I noticed a picture of a thick cock presumedly staying at a hotel on the map.

Clicking into the profile, it revealed a 40-year-old man, standing 6 feet tall, and weighing 275 pounds. He identified as muscular, bisexual, and vers/bottom. He indicated that he very much liked public play and exhibitionism in subcategories.

I am very fetish foward on this app, and in typical fashion, initated conversation by asking “ever been handcuffed?” Usually I phrase this question by asking generally if someone has expience with handcuffs, but given the information in the profile, I put a more submissive twist on it. To my surprise, he responded by saying he had, alot. When I asked for clarification, he revealed that he was a retired cop. I commented that I would love to see if he could still get his hands behind his back and maybe he could give me a few pointers on my cuffing technique.

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A BLUF Slave

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By Rubrpig

As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years. 

Aaron wandered around his apartment as he was feeling puzzled and anxious, but he could not put a finger onto why he was feeling that way.  He went into the spare bedroom where he stored his leathers and boots.  The gear he wore the previous night was on the bed where he put it after getting home from the bar the previous night.  He grabbed the leather cleaner and wiped down his Langlitz breeches and jacket and hung them up.  Then he cleaned his long-sleeved uniform shirt and tie, then his heavy leather jock.  Finishing by wiping down with a rag soaked with boot grease, he put his Wescos away.

Still puzzled by what he was feeling he wandered into the living room and grabbed his laptop.  Logging into a couple of sites including BLUF and RECON.  He noticed that he had a message from a leather Sir that he had been chatting with on BLUF for a couple of years.  He read the message, and it was the same message that this guy had been sending for some time, that he was a pretender as a SIR and that he should be true to himself and admit that he was not a SIR but a slave.  He sat there and thought about the message and then noticed that the sender was on-line, so he replied to the message.

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My Pal Jock and the Cure for Insomnia

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By Hunter Perez

It was a little after one in the morning and I was stretched out on my living room couch watching a cable television channel’s marathon of “The Monkees” episodes. My insomnia had gotten out of control and this was the easiest way to stay comfortable while sleep remained elusive. To my surprise, my phone rang – it was Jock calling.

“Bingo, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?” Jock asked.

“How did you know I was awake?” I asked. “And why are you calling me? I thought you were in Hawaii doing a photo shoot with some surfer boys.”

“I left Hawaii a day early and my flight got in about 30 minutes ago,” he answered. “I’m at the gas station across the street from your apartment building and I can see your living room light is on. I think you’re the only one in the building who is awake at this hour.”

I looked out the window and spotted Jock standing by his Mercedes at the gas station. I waved to him and he waved back.

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The Ashtray

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By Rubrpig

As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, and a locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.

Roger was sitting in front of his laptop getting increasingly frustrated as the code he was working on just wasn’t working out.  Sighing, he stood up and stretched.  As usual when working on coding at home, he was wearing a heavy leather jock strap and a fully body harness.  To add some incentive, he had put on a pair of eagle talon nipple clamps and a 1-ounce weight on each clamp just to make sure the clamps dug in deeper into his pierced nipples.  He looked around his apartment and decided what he needed to do was get out and relax.  He quickly logged onto the Eagle’s website to check out what was happening there and saw that it was a Leather and Cigar night.

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