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The Jacket – Part 1

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By Rubrpig

When I was in my teens, I spent a lot of time cruising the web and one night I discovered a website devoted to men wearing straitjackets. My cock got rock hard as I clicked from one image to another of men tightly strapped into heavy straitjackets.

One image really got to me and that was a very muscular man tightly strapped into a gleaming black leather straitjacket. The jacket was heavily padded and featured straps to make sure he could not raise his arms or shift his biceps. The jacket also had straps that passed between his legs highlighting the bulge in the tight jeans he wore. I copied that image and spent many hours jacketing off staring at that image.

I finished up my college years by being a star lineman on the football team. I had shot up during my teen years and filled out my frame in the gym getting worked over by the strength coaches for the team. By the time they were done with me I was a 6’4” slab of hard muscle. My abs were heavily defined and my pecs jutting out from my torso. The heads of the sorority girls turned when my buds and I walked past them but I did not party as I was focused on my studies and the team.

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Dakota Human Resources – Chapter 04

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By CFlex

The former Divide County Deputies weren’t staring at each other for more than a few seconds. Partly out of fear, but mostly out of embarrassment, their eyes broke the stare and began a head to toe visual inventory of each other. This was more than the “sizing up” glance men gave to each other in hundreds of locker rooms everyday. While it was difficult for both of them, Luke Owens was overwhelmed and disgusted by what he had seen and what he was seeing.

And each time their eyes met it was obvious, the eyes never lie. In front of him hung Alan Grant. Grant’s cock still purple and pulsing in its clearer-than-crystal prison. Even though he couldn’t see it from where he was suspended, Luke knew those pulses were happening every time Grant’s ass was tugging on that obscene plug. What put Luke over the edge was the way Grant’s mouth was suckling the cock stuffed into his mouth. Clearly, Grant was enjoying himself! “Fucking faggot!” was the message his eyes were broadcasting.

Grant’s eyes sensed the disdain in Luke’s eyes. With his head now free to move, Grant began shaking his head furiously. His eyes certainly weren’t going to convince Luke that, despite how it looked, he was in agony. Especially from the sensitive area behind the head of his cock which was now ringed with needle-sharp spikes.

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12 Hours

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By Practicerestraint

All is true.—Shakespeare, Henry VIII

 

10:20 p.m.

The text message read: You have two minutes to get dressed and be ready. Unlock the front door.

 

10:25 p.m.

I was brushing my teeth when I heard the noise at the front door. Then I heard, “Police! Announce yourself!”

It’s hard to announce yourself with a mouthful of toothpaste. I spit, rinsed, and moved from the bathroom to the bedroom as the officer repeated himself and I called out, “I’m here.”

“Come out here!”

I walked into the dark hall to see a flashlight and a gun pointed at me. The officer’s specific words after that escape me. They were nonstop directions that ended only when I was lying face down on the carpet at the end of the hall, arms out to the sides, palms up. The officer knelt, grabbed my left wrist, pulled my arm to the middle of my back, and applied the handcuffs. After he brought my right hand back to complete the job, I realized he had my palms facing out. He instructed me to stand, providing assistance as I did. He grabbed my left arm and led me out the door.

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Dakota Human Resources – Chapter 03

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By CFlex

Chapter 3 – ‘Shrinky Dinked’

Grant saw the rolls of plastic lying near the bottom of his rack. His mind, still reeling over all of the new sensations he was feeling, managed to string another thought together, “I don’t know what’s about to happen with the plastic, but it can’t be good for me.” The mounting points on the front uprights, the ones his ankle cuffs were attached to, got loosened and his ankles began to move from the bottom of the upright.

But instead of putting his body in the gyno position again, they stopped when his knees began to bend. The restraining straps he had on earlier were put back in place around each of his knees and tied off at the front uprights of his rack. Then he felt his left foot get freed from its moveable mount.

“These bastards know what they’re doing,” Grant mused, “they aren’t about to give me any opportunities to kick at them.” But he thought if he were patient enough, the opportunity for escape would present itself. Grant also knew that former Deputy Luke Owens, still forced on his knees in front of Grant’s rack, was thinking the same thing. He didn’t know who the unfortunate civilian was kneeling next to Owens, but the guy looked able enough and Grant hoped he’d follow their lead when the time came.

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What the Fuck? – Part 2

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By convict 975468

He came again.

I heard him on the stairs, and stood as I had been told before he reached the top.

He approached and with an evil glint in his eye, he again placed his finger across his lips indicating quiet.

He didn’t need to, I was acutely aware of the rule. I had been worried all morning that I might somehow piss him off and not be fed. I was fully resolved to do whatever I could to please him. He held a mighty weapon with my hunger.

He walked up to me stopping about a foot away, staring into my eyes for what seemed a year. Then he slowly walked around me, stepping over the chain, and stopped facing me again.

I must have turned a bright shade of red, as I flushed from the humiliation. He had no fear! I was his – he owned me. Now, I knew it too.

He stepped closer. I could feel his breath on my face.

“You are doing well.” He smiled.

“Once I give you permission to move, you may request to speak. You will do so by raising your right arm, and pointing upward with your index finger. Do it now.”

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What the Fuck? – Part 1

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By convict 975468

Eventually I woke up. I didn’t want to. Sleep was so nice and comfortable. I kept luxuriating in it, easing back into it. It was so nice. I did wake up, but slowly and reluctantly.

It was very dark, I couldn’t see. I lay there cozy, lazy. I was lying on my side. I slowly turned over. Far above me, I saw a skylight showing ambient light. That was nice.

I moved again. Something was dragging my right ankle. Something was wrapped around it. I was naked. That was nice. Everything was nice.

Slowly, slowly I began to think. There were no covers. I don’t have a skylight!

With a start, I sat up. “Where am I?”

I couldn’t see in the dark. I felt around, and realized that I was sitting on a mattress. I pulled my right foot toward me, and felt my ankle. There was a shackle attached to my ankle, and a chain!

What the fuck!

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My Bound Birthday

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By Mister-X / Spartan

It was my 29th birthday. It also was the one day of the week when the store was closed. The crazy guys I worked with at the store invited me to the store for a birthday party, telling me to arrive at noon. I was apprehensive about what they had planned for me. After all, the store I work in sold bondage gear. But I figured, what the heck, I hadn’t had any bondage play in a couple of months, so I was also looking forward to it.

When I got to the store, I recognized the various cars that were parked in our lot. The guys were obviously already in there waiting for me. But I had brought along the key to the back door. I figured they were all gathered around the front door waiting for me to enter.

But I got a surprise. When I opened the back door with the key, the burglar alarm went off. I’d forgotten about that. I had planned to enter quietly and surprise them, try to put cuffs on as many as I could before they got me cuffed, but with that alarm going off I didn’t exactly enter quietly. I had to quickly run in after closing the door and hide somewhere. I heard running feet coming toward me.

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Dakota Human Resources – Chapter 02

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By CFlex

Chapter 2 – ‘Prepped for Packing’

Styvers and Holstrom lowered Grant’s ankle mounts until his body was once again pulled into a taut X. Grant’s cock continued to harden against his will like he was 19. He kept sobbing. There was absolutely no way for him to hide what was happening to his cock. Even trying to do long division math problems in his head, which worked in college, wasn’t going to stop this erection.

Jason and Luke couldn’t comprehend what was happening right before their eyes. They had witnessed the ultra masculine former Deputy Alan Grant suck that huge plug into his ass with an audible pop. They weren’t even over that shock before they saw a hose click right into the bottom of the plug. Luke and Jason had front row seats to the leak test. “Just how do they test for leaks – and what fucking leaks are they talking about?” Jason wondered. Then Grant’s belly started growing. And growing. Thoughts raced through the kneeling men’s brains, “NO! What was wrong with these brutal fucks?

Grant’s gut looked like he was pregnant! The prep team was forcing a powerful enema into him. They were enjoying it, too, by their clear smirks as they playfully patted Grant’s distended belly. Then came a bear hug. Luke figured Grant’s plug was leaking. He could see drops of liquid hitting the ground. Wait, that wasn’t a leak! Luke followed the path of liquid all the way to Grant’s face. He could see tears flowing out of his former fellow Deputy’s eyes. He could hear the cock muted moans of agony. “Jesus, please make them stop. Please don’t let this happen to me!” Prayed Luke in silence.

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