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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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I Choose You

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By Nephilim

Tags: #gay #domination #submission #mind-control #BDSM #relationship #bondage #rubber #sensory_deprivation #consensual #fetish #edging

Length: 7590 words.

Tyler was well known in the local gay community. For several reasons. 

First of all because, or thanks to, his looks. Former athlete, he had kept his imposing brawn through many sessions at the gym. His muscles and handsome face were the envy of many other men. And for those who had seen it, so was his fat dick.

However, Tyler was also known for his sexuality. His paradoxal sexuality. Tyler claimed to be a sub and roamed all BDSM networks, digital or physical, in search of the Master that would dom him. Which he never seemed to find. In the meantime, he went through the vanilla community, topping every man who accepted him and was able to take his dick. The physical part of these encounters always were enjoyable, Tyler knew how to use the tools at his disposal. Not only his dick, but his hands, mouth and tongue too. However Tyler was dissatisfied by the lack of kink and his partners felt it. Some came back for another fuck, most didn’t. All of this made Tyler more and more bitter about sex. But not despaired yet.

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Weekend at Garrett’s – Part 06

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© 2023 Bostonleatherman

…adds to the relief that Garrett allowed you tonight when he released you from the wall and unbuckled the arms of your straitjacket.

“Rise and shine!”

You woke to a bright light in the closet and the view of Garrett standing over you in the doorway. Or the view of his feet standing in the doorway. It took you a few moments to make sense of your situation: lying on the floor in a semi-fetal position with parts of you actually stuck to the floor. It started to come back to you as your eyes adjusted to the light: Garrett putting you in the straitjacket, locking you to the wall, forcing you to smoke a cigar in the enclosed closet, having to piss, pissing, Garrett pouring the glass of his own piss over you, and finally letting you down from the wall and leaving you on the closet floor for the night.

“C’mon, get up. Lots to do today. The least of which is cleaning up the fucking mess you made last night.”

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