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Bondage is much better
Hopefully all your bondage dreams will come true!
To see more like this, go to Serious Male Bondage
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 9: A Slight Change of Plans
While I was at breakfast—very early, very light–the hotel slaps came to my room and picked up my bags. I didn’t need to do anything to get them from there to the back of the limo. The only things I had to carry were the real estate leaflets I’d picked up from the concierge. There were lots of glossy pictures of “elegant Wellingtons” and “baroque Bee hives,” each with “intimate facilities for family, grand space for entertainment, and bountiful St. Bevons gardens. Barracks for 5-10 staff.” The prices were not unreasonable, especially considering the current exchange rate.
When the airport slap opened the door of the limo, I had nothing to do except walk through security; the slappies would see that my bags got through. It all happened so smoothly, I didn’t think about the backpack until I got to the boarding area. I guess that’s where you usually remember stuff you forgot. It would be ridiculous to go back to the hotel to turn the thing in—and who cared about it anyway? Besides, I didn’t really know where it was. Probably the hotel slappies had found it in the room and shipped it to the airport along with the other bags. It was silly, but I had that uneasy feeling I got whenever I thought I’d lost something. The item might not be important, but loss of control was always disturbing. It was a tendency I’d been trying to conquer. The only thing to do was just ignore the “problem.” I sat near my gate, reading about St, Bevons properties and ignoring the stupid backpack.
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By Robmacz
‘Your problem is that you have not allowed yourself to have any fun since you split up with John,’ Mike said in his usual direct way, but as usual he was spot on.
‘You’re right and to be honest, I’ve been thinking of packing the job in and doing some travelling. I need something new in my life right now. I need to get away from here.’
‘Look Paul, you can do that by all means, but what you really need is some sex. How many guys have you been with since John?’
I just looked at him, not knowing what to say.
‘Well, has there been anyone, or have you just devoted yourself to that job you constantly tell me you hate?’
‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘To be honest, after being with the same person for twelve years it’s bloody hard to know how or where to start. It’s all right for you; you have that whole effortless charm thing going on. It’s a bit more difficult for the rest of us.’
Today is the anniversary of Paul’s passing. He was a loving, compassionate and FUN person. The photo is from Master Mike, Paul’s companion.
Today’s update at Men in Chains is “Mister Peterson”
Also new today:
“Lock Down Full Time – Day 71”
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At My Friends Feet, Manuel Skye wins a coin toss and gets to tie up and tickle Rocky Vallarta:
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Tommy adjusts to his new body and his new setting. While the collar on his neck might be secure, the most powerful feeling is the connection he has with the handsome, older satyrs that keep him as their ward. “Bestial Gods” begins with Tommy waking to find himself once again at the direction and guidance of the salt-and-pepper satyr, Korzak. The powerful immortal fucks Tommy once more after learning of his appreciation for the way his collar feels around his neck, inspiring his more dominant instincts. It’s after this encounter that Korzak recalls his long history of training young Prometheans. He remembers the world he helped build and the way in which he and his fellow Thebans ruled. This spawns an erotic memory of a similar, submissive young pup.
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Title of this story: Lost Boys, Chapter 5: Bestial Gods