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Title: Off The Grid
By Hunter Perez
“Don’t panic, Bingo,” I said to myself. “Try to stay calm and keep your movements to a bare minimum.”
Keeping still was not a problem, considering I was hogtied with a heavy tarp on top of me and a dirty mattress underneath me. The horse bit gag in my mouth shut off my ability to speak, the zip tie-connected manacles kept my wrists and ankles in place, and the chastity cage kept my cock locked within a tight metallic confinement. The only unfettered movement I could make involved the raising and lowering of my head, and I constantly tried to look up to the vent separating my imprisonment from the driver’s cabin where Jock was talking back to a sports radio show while he sped me to Pittsburgh.
Not panicking, however, was another matter. I had no idea what awaited me once Jock handed me over to the officials that wanted me in jail. Would anyone listen to me once I got to Pittsburgh? Would they acknowledge that this was all a mistake and that my case was dismissed five years ago? Or would they be like Jock and ignore my protestations while making me a prisoner?
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By Hunter Perez
“This can’t be happening!” I yelled as Jock unlocked his handcuffs and began to walk over to me. “I’m your best friend. You can’t arrest your best friend. And you shouldn’t even be arresting me. My case was dismissed five years ago.”
“Bingo, it’s better that I take you into custody instead of having you arrested by a stranger,” he replied in an unsmiling manner. “And my boss filled me in regarding your case. It wasn’t dismissed – it was only postponed. Please, we can leave for Pittsburgh now ahead of the rush hour traffic and get there in about five hours. I’d rather not have to transport you in restraints, but if you don’t cooperate I will have to restrain you.”
“I know I have the paperwork from that attorney in Pittsburgh,” I said, growing frantic. “It’s either in my closet or in my dresser. I can show you if you let me find it.”
Continue reading My Pal Jock Becomes a Bounty Hunter – Part 02
Jake Waters meets with his therapist, Davin Strong, to hopefully remedy the night terrors he’s been experiencing. Davin suggests hypnotherapy, and within a couple of minutes Jake is asleep on the Doctor’s couch. When Jake wakes up, he’s alone in Davin’s office. He opens the door to leave but there is a chain-link fence. He tries another doorway, but it only leads to a nightmarish room filled with cages and chains. Davin, now naked with bandages covering his face, creeps up behind Jake and grabs him, taking him away kicking and screaming. Jake gets tied up with rope, inside a metal cage. Davin torments him with his brute strength, shaking the cage violently. He gets an electronic zapper and zaps Jakes flesh, making him say please and thank you. Davin places clothespins all over Jakes body and flicks them off one by one. In the next scene, Jake is on his knees, tied up with rope and barbed wire. Davin shoves his hard cock down Jake’s throat, and then paddles his ass hard. In the last scene, Davin removes his bandages, lays Jake down and fucks his ass raw and hard until he blows his load across Jakes ass.
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By Hunter Perez
I couldn’t believe my good fortune – there I was, sitting in a steamy sauna with JimmyUSMC luxuriating next to me while showing off his tattoo-decorated muscles.
“Oh, Jimmy,” I purred as I examined the intricate designs inked across his hard body. “I haven’t had such a visceral artistic experience since the Tom of Finland exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Detroit.
Jimmy winked at me as he flexed his right arm’s bicep under the face. “I bet you’d like to sip the sweat off my muscles, Bingo. Go ahead, take a taste.”
I puckered my lips and closed my eyes while moving closer to his arm. But then, a series of shrill buzzes filled my ears. I opened my eyes and found myself alone in my bed while the distinctive odor of bad cooking wafted in from the kitchen. I sat up and groaned.
“Simon, are you trying to make breakfast again?” I yelled out.
Continue reading My Pal Jock Becomes a Bounty Hunter – Part 01