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Hidden Detention — Part 04

By Desert Pioneer

“Officer Merse will speak to you now,” said Jack’s captor, who was jerking him by his arm to the wooden porch on the blockhouse.

Jack thinks Officer Merse must be the top in charge, and other than obeying his commands, Jack’s not sure of the roles of either Goon 1 or Goon 2.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” demands Officer Merse to Jack, his face still concealed in a bag.

“I’m Jack, and I’m checkin out the local shit around here.”

“Looks like you are the shit around here. I told you to get lost punk. Do you know who the hell you’re fuckin talking to punk?”

“ Ya know what, I can’t even see who I’m fuckin talking to punk.”

WHAMM … knowing it’s outside of Jack’s limits Goon 2 delivers another (not-so-hard) gut punch, taking Jack by surprise. “You’re out of here in a quick minute but ain’t no city panty-ass pole smoker gonna disrespect Officer Merse, got it?” says Goon 2.

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Hidden Detention — Part 03

By Desert Pioneer

Immediately Jack figures he knows what is going on. This night was more than he could have imagined. Yet I’ve imagined so much, but I could have done without the sucker punch. Kidnap with bag over head, however, on the bucket list.

Without the use of his sight, Jack is led deeper into the trees, perhaps along that path but at times through undergrowth. Neither Jack nor either of his captors speak a word. Jack doesn’t think his chance of being released is very good but wonders if he should add some resistance as part of the role play (if that is what this is). Actually, this is pretty shitty role play he thinks. Too obvious. Yet the dress up cop had seemed pretty adamant about Jack leaving. If this is some back woods role play Jack is clearly not on the invitation list. Still, they could have used further measures to get Jack to leave but instead they are dragging him deeper into the woods.

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A New Colleague — Part 02

By Suitandbondagelover

Sir leaves the dungeon and I find myself alone in this room attached to this cross.

I can only look at myself in the position of this gentleman prisoner. After a while I feel drool coming out of my mouth trapped in this ball gag.

The drool is getting harder and harder to contain and I can feel my shirt getting wet.

The whole night has made me very tired and I fall asleep despite the constraints but I cannot really sleep because regularly the dildo reminds me with an electric shock whose intensity is never twice the same.

Despite the awkward position I am in a state of euphoria and excitement.

Suddenly the dungeon door opens and Sir enters. Although it is not a working day, the gentleman is elegantly dressed. He wears a beige Italian suit, a heavy blue tie over an azure blue shirt, and very elegant black shoes.

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Island Master UK – Part 14

By Wakeysub

We moved across the clearing to the door that I knew was the medic’s office. The door was open and we walked straight inside. As we came to a halt Master West nodded his head at me and I instinctively dropped to my knees, my knees spread wide and my hands interlinked behind my head. I had no idea where this new positioning came from, but it felt so right. I felt like this was the natural position for me to be in when I was with Master West.

The medic looked up from his desk.

“Aah 768 – I see you have accelerated his training West, any resistance?”

“No, IslandMasterUK was right about this one – but then isn’t he always. His brain is absorbing the training like a sponge. I never thought anyone would be so susceptible. I want to move him to the next stage. Last night the first visitor used 768 and I am going to have to work hard to keep up with the demand and keep him operational. Have to make sure 768’s feedback scores stay up there too – I want my full bonus for this one and I will do whatever needs to be done to make sure I get that. Got off to a good start with his first customer – he scored a ten for last night’s performance. Anything less than a nine and I will have to do some reinforcement. So far, I haven’t seen any signs of resistance from 768.

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Island Master UK – Part 13

By Wakeysub

Master Green stood up and walked over to the large, panelled wall. He pressed a button and the panel slid back smoothly and silently. Inside was a toy cupboard that would put most speciality gay kink stores to shame. Even from where I was lying, I could see toys and devices to cover just about every known kink and fetish I could think about, and then some that I just couldn’t imagine what they would be used for. He leant into the racking and retrieved a thick leather strap. He doubled it over and smacked it down on his open hand. He seemed to delight in the loud smack it made as it struck his hand.

He smiled down at me as he walked back towards the bed. I couldn’t stop myself staring at his gorgeous body and his bulging jock. I was aching to see what was inside the jock. I needed to pleasure him again. Every part of my body existed solely to give this god of a man pleasure. He stood next to the bed and looked down at my stretched, exposed, vulnerable body lying there.

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A New Colleague — Part 01

By Suitandbondagelover

Following a departure for a well-deserved retirement, the management informed me of the arrival of a new colleague after the weekend.

It was therefore with surprise and excitement that my boss introduced me to Paul on Monday morning.

Approx 1.95m tall , hair cut very short and from the most beautiful red as I like.

So here I am sitting at my computer with this man in front of me, probably the same age as me.

The rule in society regarding dress code is very strict. Suit, tie and shoes are required. It is also required a clean and fresh shirt every day. As the company sticks to its image, it demands a different suit every day. This is part of the employment contract. The company sets aside a monthly budget for its account managers to purchase new suits, shirts or other shoes.

Shirts and ties are collected on weekends and cleaned at the expense of the company.

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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 02

By Rubrpig

After my final night at the Barracks with my new commanding officers, my mind was a tumble of images. I got back to my hotel and packed my gear as my flight home was in the morning.

After checking through security and customs, I sat in the departure lounge of Heathrow Terminal 2 waiting for flight to be called on the departure boards. I finally was able to stop and think about what had happened over the previous two weeks and especially what happened the previous night. I grabbed my computer bag and pulled out the folder of documents which I had been given by my Officers after I had signed them. I read through them and the reality of what I had done sunk in like the Captain slamming me in the gut with his favourite weighted gloves.

I had willingly joined the Royal Army specifically the Blues and Royals as a trooper. The papers also included the assignment to the ceremonial unit once basic training was completed. The reality hit me hard and I knew that I had a lot of work to accomplish once I got home. I slumped in my seat and wondered what the future was going to hold.

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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 01

By Rubrpig

As soon as all of the travel bans and restriction were lifted as the vaccination program had finally been completed which meant the pandemic was finally beaten, I needed to get away from the house where I had been working and living without much human contact since the start of the pandemic and the loss of my Sir to Covid-19.

I decided a trip to London was in order and I smiled thinking about walking through the cool fall weather of England and enjoying myself by reconnecting to the world. As an out and proud Leatherman I wear my hides and boots proudly so I finished making the travel arrangements and packed up my leathers and several pairs of boots.

After checking into my British Airways flight and finally clearing security as my leathers and boots always attract attention. The fact that I have a solid stainless steel chain welded closed around my neck always slows the security inspection down. The man who had put the collar on me had contracted Covid-19 at the hospital where he worked as an ER nurse and had struggled with the disease for 7 weeks before he died while on a ventilator struggling for air. The loss of my Sir devastated me but I managed to come to term with my loss and grief so the trip to London was to honour a promise we had made to each other to visit London.

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