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Rituals – Part 2

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By Rubrpig

Charlie kept watch over Ben as he slept and then he moved over to the sleeping pad and untied his breechclout and let it drop.  He rubbed his hard cock and used the pre cum to lube it and then he suddenly flipped Ben over onto his stomach and dropped down on him and began sliding his cock into Ben’s ass.  Ben groaned and came to realizing what was happening and tried to relax enough to let Charlie slide into his ass.  He groaned as Charlie’s large uncut cock slowly slid into his hole.  He had not been fucked much so his hole was still tight.

Charlie slid all the way in and then began to fuck Ben hard and fast.  Both men groaned and were in a frenzy of sex driven by the pain and agony they had experience over the last day.  They both were lost in a frenzy, one claiming his new boy and one pleasing his new Sir.  Both men knew it was now instinct that drove them, and they came to terms with what they had become in a short period of time.

Charlie finally came howling as his cock pumped a heavy load deep into Ben’s hole seeding him and making him his boy.

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Rituals – Part 1

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By Rubrpig

The author as usual is wearing 20-inch Wesco Big Boss boots, bulldog harness, nipple clamps, and is locked in a Carrara chastity belt and a heavy locked posture collar.  It has been locked in the chastity belt for 2 years and has had only 8 releases during that time. 

This is a work of fiction, and the author in no way claims any knowledge of the rituals and practices of the people portrayed in this story.

Ben looked over at his buddy Charlie and they both smiled at each other.  Both were dripping with sweat from their last hockey game of the season.  Ben was the starting goalie and Charlie was a defenseman.  Ben pulled his sweat-soaked jersey off over his heavy chest pad and tossed it in the laundry basket sitting in the middle of the room.  After stripping off all his heavy sweat-soaked gear, he and Charlie headed for the showers.  Both men were excited as the semester was over and they were heading for home in a few days.

They had been friends for years and they met in Junior High when Charlie and the other kids from the reservation were transferred to the school system in the town near where they both lived.  Ben had lived on the family’s ranch which bordered the reservation where Charlie and his family lived.  Over the years, they had grown close and were in and out of each other’s homes on a regular basis.  Both men had been recruited by their university and given full ride scholarships to play hockey.  They knew that it would most likely lead to being recruited by a pro team.

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The Instructions – Part 02

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By Kinkytwinkboy

male bondage stories KinkytwinkboyAs the car was driving there was not much I could do, as I was in some kind of hogtie with the leg and handcuffs. The ear plugs kept going on repeat. The muzzle and blindfold made sure I couldn’t see anything or try to make any noises.

I had no idea where this guy lived or how long the drive was going to be. All I could think of was the words spoken by the deep strong voice telling me how helpless I am, and it was right. The cars that drove by had no idea there was a guy locked up in a trunk passing by.

After what felt like hours the car started to slow down and finally stopped. My ear plugs were then removed.

The strong deep voice started to talk, and it was clear that it was the same one that had been on repeat during my whole drive here.

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Switchback

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An excerpt from a collection of short stories by ty dehner

SWITCHBACK is a new collection of short stories by ty dehner. Featuring two new stories that have never appeared in print, this group of stories includes men in uniform, friendship and more. Several of these tales have plots where there is a switch in the position of those involved. These gay men explore bondage, power exchange and hot gear!

By ty dehner

The cloudless blue sky filled the horizon as the pine air was broken by the continuous whine of a high-performance Suzuki motorcycle. The rider in red and white one-piece riding leathers was enjoying the twisting road with the skinny pine trees reflecting off the face shield part of his black full-face helmet.

Dan was far from home, needing to escape the pressures of his job for the weekend. After exiting the office building when his shift was over, the banker raced home in his sports car. After parking his Corvette in the garage and climbing out, Dan saw his Suzuki. It was calling him to climb aboard and just get out of town.

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The Slave Daycare – Part 02

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By Taurus

Note: To start at the very beginning of this story, click here.

Chapter 12 – The Operative

The daycare had no scheduled visitors today, but Frank and his slaves still dutifully went to work even if everyone else was allowed to stay home. However, where Frank toiled at his computer, the slaves had quite a lot of leisure time to waste.

“Why are you still here?”

Frank knew the answer to his question that the slaves would elect to answer with silence; his slaves were far too hardworking to allow themselves rest.

And so he would tell them to.

“Go to the common area, play and have fun, or else.”

“Or else?”

“Or else I’ll make you wear clothes.”

A gasp.

“That are one size too small.”

Thoroughly terrified by the thought of clothing, the slaves slinked out of sight as fast as they could manage.

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Three Slaves – Part 04

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By Practicerestraint

Number 502 headed towards the open wall of his cell and out into the corridor.

“Stay where you are, 502.  You’ll regret leaving your cell unescorted.”

He whipped around to see who spoke, but there was no one.  As the voice continued, however, he saw the speakers built into the ceiling.  He also noticed the cameras in each corner of the room, attached to the ceiling.

“Open the top drawer and put on the items inside.  Then read the documents on the desk.  Your orientation will begin in about an hour.”

Number 502 debated for a moment, and then turned to the set of drawers along the wall.  Stark naked in a strange building, he doubted that he would make much progress in terms of escape.  Disobedience didn’t seem like a good idea either, although he hadn’t opened the drawer or read the documents yet . . . .

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Three Slaves – Part 03

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By Practicerestraint

The slave woke slowly.  It took him a while to get a grasp on his surroundings and circumstances. As his eyes came into focus and his hearing because more acute, he realized he couldn’t talk.  His mouth was filled with a penis gag.

“Welcome back, number 502.”

Number 502 recognized the voice of the “doc.”  He tried to turn his head in the direction of the voice, but found his head was strapped down.  He let out a small cry that came out as a gurgle.

“Try to relax as I explain.  Note that this is not a conversation.  You’ll learn more about your situation shortly, but for right now you need to know that you are here to play the roles we assign you.  Think of yourself as a member of Mr. Crummles’s troupe.”

Number 502’s eyes widened slightly, either from the reference or from the “doc” coming into view.

“Yes, 502, we know about your fondness for Dickens.  We know a lot about you.  Mostly, we know you like to be controlled and you will fit well into your new occupation.”

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Three Slaves – Part 02

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By Practicerestraint

The Third Slave

The third slave didn’t know how long the ride had been, just that it seemed to last forever. He was shifting uncomfortably from the pressure on his bladder when the van came to a stop.

The driver opened the door of the van and stepped in. Before unlocking the slave’s leg irons, the driver pulled up the legs of the slave’s jeans and locked a stun cuff onto each of the slave’s legs.

“Do you want me to demonstrate these?”

The slave shook his head vigorously. He’d seen demonstration videos online.

“Then keep your mouth shut and follow my instructions.”

The driver removed the slave’s wrist shackles and fitted him with transport irons: A waist chain with a handcuff on each side. After these shackles were in place, he removed the leg irons and freed them from the ring in the floor. The driver directed the slave to sit at the edge of the van, his legs dangling out. The driver reshackled the slave’s legs. The slave was grateful that the irons went over his jeans and away from his Achilles tendons.

“Get out.”

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