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The Bear Trap – Part 03

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By FirefighterSIR

The slave suddenly realized that it must be about 2 a.m.

The slave could hear the Captain laughing and talking with some of the truckers gathered around the massive dirty Chevy truck and smell the beer breath and cigarette smoke. The truck stop bar must have just closed for the night.

The slave was bound in the truck bed, his arms stretched and shackled to the sides, his booted legs spread wide and chained as well, his ass exposed as he laid chest down on the rough saw horse set in the pickup. On either side huge semi’s rumbled in the hot night sheltering the depraved scene from the rest of the truck stop.

The slave spit to get the cold cum and piss out of his mouth and panted and moaned as he heard another burly trucker climb up into the lifted pickup and unzip his jeans. The trucker’s rough, heavy hands cupped the slave’s face and pushed his thick dirty cock toward the slave’s exhausted mouth. The slave began to tongue and suck the thick meat as he felt another man grab the slave’s abused ass and finger and grope his tortured hole.

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The Bear Trap – Part 02

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By FirefighterSIR

For a day that had ended so brutally hot, the night was painfully chilly.

The slave shivered and stared upwards into the dim dawn sky through the branches of a spreading blue oak. That tree, which provided shelter for the primitive cage, shaded the slave by day and sheltered his naked collared body by night.

But that tree was not his friend and did not move to ease the slave’s hard use and suffering.

The slave guessed it was about 6 a.m. and the sun was still not over the rim of the hills when he heard the Captain stir in the small cabin about 20 yards away. He appeared at the door, totally naked except for unlaced boots shoved onto his feet, two dogs bursting out of the door behind him. His hairy muscled body was deeply tanned with thick black tattoo bands on his forearms and shoulders. His body hair was also black and trimmed tight against his  heavy pecs and down his abs and legs. His cock was fully erect and he stepped out into the chill predawn easily.

The slave was now fully awake and staring but scared to move.

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The Bear Trap – Part 01

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By FirefighterSIR

If you travel over the rough Santa Lucia Mountains, past towering Cone Peak, and away from the white water Big Sur coast, you come to set of broad oak studded valleys and chaparral covered ridges descending eastward toward the Salinas Valley. The Bear Trap is named for a box canyon among the ridges where oaks stud the grassy north facing slopes and brush and ghostly grey pines the sunburn south faces. Long ago, Mexican vaqueros would lure grizzly bears into the steep sided “trap” with live bait, such as a steer, to be roped and killed.

The ranch in that canyon is accessed by a 7-mile dirt road, and no one lives out there except the Captain. And the muscled work slave.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 07

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By felon

Apparently the discussion outside the door concerned me. It seems my status as a felon slave was being moved quickly into some level of complete ownership. This would be more than a weekend session. From what I could determine, and what I had already suspected, these men were more concerned about the mental and physical aspect of control than appearance, age, etc. And they had done their homework, checking into my finances, lifestyle, earnings, savings and lack of family. I would be the perfect project for their Prison Group.

They entered the room I was being kept in and removed my leather gag. It seems there would finally be some kind of communication. I was in a very vulnerable situation, naked, gaged, ass plugged. I was removed from the table and forced up against the concrete block wall. I was photographed by cell phone camera from all sides, all angles, naked of course. It was then I noticed two ceiling-mounted cameras in the room. So it would be safe to say that others might be involved in this action in the mountains of West Virginia. Close-up pics were taken of my wrist tat and leg tat. I was handed a sign to hold for the cell camera with my ID – PA6404.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 06

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I was “restrained” from writing sooner as I had to return to work. I still seek real-time prison action – hope you enjoy!

At the pull-off on RTE 19 in West Virginia, my captor stopped and left me restrained in the car while he made some purchases in a CVS. He returns as it begins to rain, I have the feeling I have been drugged, feeling sluggish but still aware of where I am, etc. My ears have been plugged, so it is difficult to hear him on the phone, he has a radio unit in the car but always uses the phone. We take off again and leave RTE 19 and proceed on a narrow road into the mountains. It is raining and getting dark.

We drive several miles and he pulls off the road. There is a narrow private gravel road with a chain and padlock blocking entrance. He gets out removes the chain and drive onto the road. We drive several miles on this deserted road and seem to be entering a farm, but very overgrown, and come up on a barn, a house, a concrete building sunk into a hill and a parking area with several pickups.

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Free With Purchase – Part 3

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By M1

With the surprised look on Todd’s face, Pete asked, “I see you are surprised, if not shocked. As you can see, my complete body is sealed in rubber, from my neck to my toes, with the exception of my hands.”

“Why?” asked Todd. “How come you are part of whatever it is going on here?” he added.

“I too was an unwilling participant to this when I first arrived. I originally came here to apply for a job. Once I was here, the leaders of this organization ‘prepared’ me, as we have done to you and your friend. But, one thing was different. I had a secret fantasy about rubber and latex. I had never told anyone about it, and in fact, was a bit embarrassed about it. But once we got to this stage, I somehow felt no harm in admitting it. My body was coated with rubber like Mike’s is being done. But, a different computer program was used on me. Mike will be one incredible rubber slave when we are through with him,” Pete said.

“But you seem to be in control of your own actions and thoughts. I find it hard to believe that you aren’t one of the organizers of this place,” Todd said.

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Free With Purchase – Part 2

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By M1

As the probes went to work entering both of the men, Pete went on to elaborate more on the center’s plans for them and what was happening, and most importantly, ABOUT to happen to them.

“Gentlemen,” Pete said, “By now your asses should becoming accustomed to the butt plugs.”

“It’s in there, but there’s no fucking way that I will ever get ‘accustomed’ to anything up my ass,” Mike said.

“Me neither,” added Todd.

“Oh, you will, boys, YOU WILL. I can see from the monitors that the catheters are fully deployed and in place,” Pete said.

“Impossible, aside from that thing moving around in the suit, I never felt it go any further than to the tip of my dick. And believe me, I would know if ANYTHING went up my dick,” Todd said.

“Mike, how about you? Did you feel anything?” Pete asked.

“No! Aside from this thing up my ass, you’ll never get anything in my dick,” Mike snarled at Pete.

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Free With Purchase – Part 1

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By M1

Who would have ever thought these two studly guys would end up like this? Mike and Todd had been friends since they were kids. Mike grew up to become a studly fireman, and Todd became a motor cop. Mike was twice married and divorced with three kids. He was tall, 6-foot-3, with a perfectly chiseled muscle chest and washboard abs, his dark hair cut to a military flat top, with a bushy mustache. Todd was just as good looking, 6-foot-2, with reddish brown hair, pefect pecs and abs with killer biceps. And of course, the standard-issue, perfectly trimmed mustache that every cop on his department had.

As they had done for the past seven years, Mike and Todd hooked up with all their work buddies on vacation at the river. The Colorado River in the middle of the desert during the summer normally reaches 110 to 115 degrees during the day and in the upper 90s at nite. This year, everyone decided that they would plan the trip later in the season. Todd had a great boat. Turned heads and drew a lot of attention. Mike had always wanted some kind of watercraft, but never went thru with buying one. With kids to pay for and two ex-wives, he never could manage it in his budget. On their second day on the river, they met up with their group of friends, almost all cops and firemen.

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