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Eat Dirt

Written by ty dehner

With the rain falling hard on the roof, this lazy Saturday morning brought back a kink moment from many years ago. Laying in bed, I saw my black 5.11 lace-up duty boots, caked with mud on the soles. I was reminded of a Saturday morning when I was horny and ended up going to the woods on a solo hike, planning a little jackoff session. Back then, I really needed to get away from it all. Work was just killing me, never letting me have time to get things done as well as I’d like. And the clients, a bunch of whining babies that could go to hell for all I cared.

So, when the weekend came, I made sure it was mine! Since I couldn’t find any dungeon to play in, I decided the woods would be the next best thing. While Fall is never a great time to go hiking, it is quieter than normal, with unpredictable weather.

Saturday morning, I suited up in my green old-school army camos, including jacket and black all-leather paratrooper boots. Since this would be a solo hike, I filled my backpack with simple bondage things, like rope, handcuffs, and duct tape. Before zipping up my back, I tossed in a couple of issues of Bound & Gagged magazine. It will help inspire me as I sit in the woods and play with my manhood.

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A Chasity Tale – Part 02: ‘Mark’s New Life’

By Coinnigh

This story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (Altairboy’s site, link here). It has been “re-interpreted” as a male-male story.

After being married for ten wonderful years we still have a great marriage. We always enjoyed great sex, as well as a great relationship. Then about four years ago my life was changed drastically.

My husband, Dan, had gone to London with two of his best friends for a lads weekend getaway. He came back very relaxed and refreshed, and the night of his return we ended up in bed having one of the horniest nights of sex we had had for months. During the course of the night, Dan said he wanted to try something different. He has never disappointed me in the past so naturally I agreed. He took a small bag from his overnight bag and pulled out a metal chastity belt he bought in London. It had a narrow metal tube for my shaft to slide into and a handcuff like clasp welded onto the back which would lock around my balls and the base of my cock. He told me that his friend Rob keeps his husband Brad locked in a chastity belt and that he thought it would be fun to do the same to me. ‘Just for the weekend.’

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A Chasity Tale – Part 01: ‘What I Wanted’

By Coinnigh

This story was originally posted to the Chastity Belt and Device Fiction page (Altairboy’s site, link here). It has been “re-imagined” as a male-male story.

When I told my boyfriend what happened, he said, ‘I guess you got what you wanted.’ Here’s how.

I am an aviation engineer. I work at an experimental facility where we test airplane components. I have worn a chastity belt of my own design for over a year. It is a steel tube that covers my cock. There is a chain that fits over my cock and balls and is locked in place. My boyfriend is my reluctant keyholder as he considers me weird for wearing a belt but goes along with my compulsion to humour me. He holds the keys, and we have sex only on his schedule not mine, which often means I am left feeling like a horny and hungry bottom. This was all fairly tame stuff until I wanted to go to the next level. I asked my boyfriend if I could be released from my belt so I could work on a more advanced unit. One that would do more to punish my erections and force me to be more faithful in thought as well as deed.

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The Fall of a Master – Part 02

By Rubrpig

The slave inhaled the smell of its new owner and felt the scent imprint on its mind, so it knew it was owned by this Master…

Master Gunther looked down at the naked slave between his legs and smiled.  The slave sucked and licked Gunther’s cock, which pleased Gunther.  He barked an order to the slave and told him to pull off his cock and stand up.  The slave pulled back off his Master’s cock reluctantly and got to his feet.  The slave stood erect, head bowed and remained still as his wrists were still padlocked together behind its back.  Master Gunther stood up, his wet cock slapping against the heavy leather of his chaps as the stood up and moved behind his new slave.

Master Gunther grabbed a leash and snapped it to the D-ring on the front of the heavy leather collar the slave wore and then tugged on it and walked from the room with his slave quietly following.  The slave’s bare feet making soft slapping noises on the floor as the two men walked to the room that Gunther had set up as his private dungeon space.  The slave followed, and when they entered the room it knew that it would be tested as it had witnessed what Master Gunther was capable of in that room.

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The Fall of a Master – Part 01

By Rubrpig

The writer is as usual in Wesco boots, in its permanent chastity belt, nipple clamps, and locked leather/steel posture collar which is mandated for it when it writes. It helps this slave to focus on its writing.

 

Master John looked around the bar and wondered if there was any reason to stay as it appeared that there was a lack of talent in the bar that night.  He shifted on his stool which caused his heavy langlitz leathers to creak as they were stretched over his heavily muscled furry body.  He nodded at the bartender and stood up.  He turned and left the bar frustrated as it means another night frustrated.

After he returned home and stripped off his heavy leathers leaving his leather jock on as he always wore it, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed for the living room.  He picked up his laptop and logged into his email.  He scanned through it and saw that he had a message alert from his BLUF account and he logged into the site.  He smiled as the message was from a buddy in Berlin.  He opened it and scanned it and quickly replied.  It was a confirmation of the two of meeting up for Easter in Berlin.  At least, John felt that he would find action there.

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The Club

By slavebladeboi

I could feel the weight of the door as I pushed it open, far heavier than it looked. It slowly swung silently behind me and, turning, I could see the reason why. Thick padded soundproofing covered this side, black and shiny.

It took several seconds for my sight to register anything in the low-level lighting of the room, anything that is, apart from the beam of bright light shining vertically onto the naked figure in the centre.

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Only a Boy Can Hope – Part 02

MaineRBRboy

Sir led me to his living room which was located on the first floor of his house. The living room was small and cluttered with books, DVDs, and other personal items. There was a huge easy chair in the corner and a futon style couch next to it. The blinds were at an angle so no one could see into Sir’s house. I was standing there still hooded, gagged, plugged and cathed. My new piercings glittered in the daylight. Sir had placed a towel on the futon and stated, “Sit, boy.” But before I was to sit down Sir came behind me and removed my gag that had been in place for several hours. I could now stretch my jaw and speak for the first time. I said, “Thank you Sir.”

Sir went into the kitchen and got me some water to drink along with a small snack. I was extremely thirsty and hungry from the training I had received earlier. Sir sat next to me in the easy chair, and we talked for what seemed like a few minuets but was actually a few hours. It was nice to talk with Sir freely. It was about time for dinner, and we were both hungry.

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K9 Mobile Groomer

Written by ty dehner

ty dehner gay bondage storiesThe summer sun was breaking the horizon as the mourning doves were cooing for their mates. The hummingbirds darted across the clear sky, racing to their next taste of a flower’s nectar. It was morning in the desert. As I left the house, I could feel the slight coolness that would disappear as the mercury moved towards triple digits in the afternoon. I was in my Adidas Superstar Pride shoes, which were nice and white with the rainbow Adidas logo. This is Palm Springs, so being gay is nearly the norm compared to other cities. All the neighbors in my gated community are gay couples, and the city council is all gay. The leather community is just as robust.

It was my daily morning walk, getting out before the heat of the day set in. It was a cool 91 this morning as my Pride shorts and white long-sleeve cotton shirt felt a touch of the slight breeze. Walking to the community gate, I passed a neighbor walking his dog. We waved, greeting each other on this fine morning. He lives a few houses down from me, and I like to watch when he takes off on the weekend on his Harley. In the winter, he wears a nice set of black leather riding gear that fits him just right. This tough biker walks his Bichon Frise with a pink leash and a diamond collar. I always chuckle as it seems just so gay! But he wears his black Harley Davidson t-shirt with pride.

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