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7 Days in Berlin – Part 01

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By Takeo

Prologue

Lausanne, Switzerland. The temperature is high for the beginning of summer. It feels so good to be able to walk around in shorts and t-shirt after the long months of a particularly harsh winter. I am standing on the platform of the main station, waiting for the early evening Intercity train that will take me to Basel. I check on my mobile phone to make sure that I have the ticket for the night train which Sir Flo sent to me a few days before.

Found it. Monday, June 10th 2022, Departure 21.13 from Basel, arrival 07.20 in Berlin. The ticket indicates a cabin with four couchettes. Being shy, I would have preferred a private compartment, even if I had to pay something extra myself, but Sir didn’t give me this possibility. I have nothing with me, not even a backpack. I followed the instructions left by Sir and took only my phone and my ID, nothing else. To spend seven days at the SM Apartments, I would have thought that Sir would ask me to take a few outfits and some gear with me, in addition to my personal belongings, but no, nothing. Not even my chastity cage. Not even money.

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Solitary 1888

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By ty dehner

The desert sun was brutal on my black riding leathers; while they were constructed with venting, the color just absorbed the heat. Of course, the air temperature was 105 in the shade, so riding my Ducati XDiavel Dark on the highway with no shade meant it was hotter than hell! Crossing the desert near the Mexican border on Interstate 8 is a barren wasteland. Just sand dunes, as far as one can see. Occasionally, an ATV blasts through the golden sand out on the dune. RVs are parked at the base of the dunes, as these ATVers spend the weekend out here working up a sweat on their fun machines.

As I watch the sculptured dunes pass from behind the shield on my full-face helmet, I am reminded of the Star Wars movie where Jabba the Hut’s barge was destroyed. Those scenes were filmed in this desert many years ago. Now, the area is filled with guys wearing space-like helmets and heavy gear on their ATVs.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 05

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…You have a bit of a pissgasm and let yourself enjoy the afterglow.

Thoughts of nothingness fill your mind, and this is the most relaxed you’ve been since you arrived at Garrett’s. You sag and let the padlocks that are holding you against the wall give you support. There’s some tension in a few places — Adam’s apple, armpits, gut, and crotch, it’s a nice feeling. Well, not exactly nice. Different. And that’s a nice feeling.

The light comes on and the door opens. You squint again at the light but not nearly as long as the last time. How long were you drifting? You ‘stand up’ again and look at Garrett holding a full glass of what you know can only be piss.

“I thought you might be thirsty. Gotta enforce the contract, right? And after you empty this, I’m gonna let you fill it so I can feed it back to you. How you doing?”

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The Trucker – Part 02

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By Steellock

The Trucker was dressed in leather jeans and jacket with heavy boots. A tall, well-built guy with a full beard and a shaved head, he obviously knew Jim and greeted him with a bear hug and they moved through into the back of the shop to chat. As he walked through the shop his eyes were on Matt as he moved around doing various chores.

What he saw was a 6ft heavily muscled ex. Marine wearing a sleeveless Levi jacket and bleacher jeans with shortened, calf length legs that showed off his 20 hole black Grinder boots with yellow laces. His head was, as usual, locked into a Sci Fi hood, padlocks on the straps and neck collar. Matt had talked with Jim after the previous Friday and shared his love of the look the Skinhead had worn that night in the shop and how much he wanted to try it out. Jim had agreed and ordered in the Bleacher jeans and jacket. He agreed with Matt – he looked stunning in them.

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Subject Neighbor – Turned Subject – Part 06

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male bdsm stories Justin II know you want to know what happened but not much for two months. I will share some brief accounts of ways I tormented my now caged gorilla.

Starting off, he never left the cage. His entertainment was only as far as his mind was able. No windows, no clocks, no hearing me upstairs giving him any indications of time passing. He was in solitary confinement. This drove him almost insane, he would sleep, but not long enough, he would work out in his confined cell, but no weights meant all bodyweight burnout, and his dick was mine. This cage was a solid metal hollow tube bent in a downward angle preventing any play. He was miserable, from the live stream on the living room TV, Sam’s emotions jumped from boredom, frustration, unbearable suffering and completely checked out staring at the ceiling.

The very first day I left him down there without any visitation. He slept most of the day anyways but I knew this was short lived. I wanted him to suffer and while I knew the boredom and his hormones would torment him, I decided to make him a special diet he would be eating while incarcerated. Swinging by the store, I decided that Sam would be having three protein shakes a day. This smoothie would be made with two scoops of natural protein powder and two scoops of natural and chalky greens powder.

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Subject Neighbor – Turned Subject – Part 05

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By Justin I

male bdsm stories Justin IS: You’re looking good, sort of like a man but not really.

F: Big talk for the guy not tied up.

S: True.

Sam then began flexing his muscles, sending ripples across his enormous body. Slowly caressing his own smooth and blemish-free tanned skin.

S: You’re not wrong. Tell me this, even without the restraints do you think your chances of beating me in a grappling match are any better?

I swallowed but with as much of a position of power I could assume, laying in this bed bound and helpless.

F: Sure thing, but I’ve got the higher tolerance for pain. You’re nothing but a weak little beta.

I could tell I had stirred something in Sam’s mind. His sinister eyes glanced around, and a wicked smile crossed his face. Leaving the room for a brief moment, returning with a wide white roll of self-adhesive medical wrap.

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Subject Neighbor – Turned Subject – Part 04

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By Justin I

male bdsm stories Justin ISam woke up the next day sore. Especially his legs, and his cock was also raw. He stuck to himself that first day, but once he fully recovered I carried out subtle programming a pressing BDSM fantasy.

Three months later.

Sam was hooked, at least with bondage and play. We repeated a variety of our initial scenarios. I would put him in chastity, with no lock, which wasn’t nearly as fun for me. Then after two or three days, I would tie him in a helpless position and edge him and then let him cum. I was stimulated and cummed a few times myself during those blindfolded sessions but nothing as intense. Messing with his memory was a dangerous risk I saved for only the most serious or mind breaking moments that needed correction.

In addition to my being Sam’s Dom, Sam would wrestle me. I think he enjoyed showing off his strength while getting his muscles worshiped while I was helpless to stop him, which was not an issue for me.

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Only a Boy Can Hope – Part 01

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I have been talking with a Master online for what has been at least six months. Our schedules finally allow us to have our first in person meeting. During the past six months of talking both online and by phone I have been following any orders he has instructed me to do. This would include chastity, sleeping with wrist and ankle cuffs on and various other tasks as he saw fit.

The time was getting closer for me to travel to him and I was getting excited to finally meet the Master I have been wanting for quite some time. I have been locked in chastity for almost a month at this time and have not had any release. I got an email from Sir the day before I was to leave with a detailed list of things to bring with me. This was to include my rubber and electro gear to name some. I was so excited to spend with week with my Sir.

That night I did not sleep at all, my cock was rock hard in its cage. That morning I had a small breakfast and Sir instructed me to wear my skinny jeans and 14 eye boots for the drive to his house. I was also instructed to be wearing a jock. For the last six months Sir only had me wearing jocks as underwear. My heart was racing as I packed my truck for the drive. All ready to go I locked my house and started the several hour drive to Sir’s house.

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