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The Speed Trap – Part 02

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By Rubrpig

I called my Sir’s cell again and once again it went to voice mail. This was troubling as he always checked in when he reached his home. I decided to try again the next day but the results were the same. No answer on his cell or the land line at his home. Also no response to the email checking in with him. I decided I had no choice but to contact his full time boy. His full time boy did not live with him as he travelled a great deal and due to security reasons had to maintain his own residence. I texted and got an immediate response that he had just returned from a trip but he also was unable to reach our Sir.

His boy logged into the GPS tracking site for the anti-theft device on Sir’s Harley and was able to get the coordinates of where it was. He watched the site for several days and there was no movement so he contacted me with the coordinates. As it was about an hour away from my home, I told him that I would go check out the site and if there was a problem I would contact him immediately.

I grabbed my leather jacket and jumped into the car. I punched the coordinates into the GPS system and it was able to plot the route to that site. I headed there. When I arrived I parked a little way from the actual site and walked the rest of the way. I found myself outside of a state troopers facility and I walked further around the site. In the rear there was a large storage building and I was able to see through one of the very dirty windows and saw Sir’s Harley.

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The Speed Trap – Part 01

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By Rubrpig

It was a great way to end a weekend of heavy play with my part-time boy. Since the start of the pandemic we had not managed much time together but with the easing of the restrictions it made it easier for me to get out on the bike and travel to where he was stuck working on a remote construction project. The hard physical work had kept him in peak condition so he was able to take the hard abuse I so enjoyed inflicting on him.

This morning after letting him out of the sleep sac, he took care of my morning hard-on and piss. I slapped him on the ass and told him to get breakfast for me as I was going to leave right after eating. While he was busy in the kitchen, I pulled on my leather pouch jock, then pulled on the padded Langlitz breeches and zipped the legs. I pulled on heavy boot socks then my tall Wesco’s and did up the 3 straps on each of my boots. I took my long sleeved leather uniform shirt and tugged it on over my heavily muscled furry torso and snapped it closed. I did up the collar and worked my tie on and snugged it.

Then I pulled the waist belt of my Sam Browne through the wide loops on my breeches, then put on the cross strap over my right shoulder. I walked out of the bedroom, my heavy boots thudding on the floor.

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Begging to cum

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Chic has muscular, straight personal trainer Royce tied to the bed, teasing him unmercifully. He slowly strokes his hard cock, verbally taunting him, while Royce pants and gasps, his balls tight and ready to shoot. Poor Royce keeps begging for permission to cum, laughing uncontrollable at the absurdity of the situation but growing increasingly frustrated. He keeps trying to bargain for permission, trying to convince Chic to please let him cum, but Chic just won’t let him. When he finally agrees, Royce starts twisting in his restraints, pants loudly and shoots in an intense orgasm. Then Chic torments his sensitive cock as Royce writhes in torment.

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Island Master UK – Part 16

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By Wakeysub

My collar tingled and I woke with a start. I was back restrained in my normal cage. The cuffs were locked at my wrists, ankles and neck. Strangely I felt safe and secure. I noticed that the familiar voice in my ears had been replaced with the crashing waves I first heard when IslandMasterUK introduced me to his relaxation program. The volume was high now and occasionally I heard words merged into the crashing waves.

My brain seemed determined to make me focus on the sounds of the waves rather than voices. I lay back in the darkness and let the sound of waves crash over me. I heard the door opening and the light flickered on. The door to my cage swung open and there was a click as my restraints unlocked.

“Knees”

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Two buds are turned into captive sex slaves

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At Dream Boy Bondage, top man Kevin Ford captures two straight buds, strings them up, strips them naked and lures them into a psychological game of wits that will turn them against one another, making one friend torture and fuck the other, first unwillingly but then with relish, as both captives become his sex slaves.

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Hidden Detention — Part 05

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By Desert Pioneer

Arriving at the end of the path, Jack gets his first look at the blockhouse. Abandoned now, it was originally built as a defensive lookout by rural politicos to protect and defend. The structure involves a number of loopholes for defensive fire. Holly shit, thinks Jack, they’re using it as a fuck house, and it’s fucking full of glory holes. Although the light from inside is low, the darkness outside lights up each loophole as if it was calling for voyeurs. It appears that everyone is inside, but Jack remains back for some time because the smell of weed is pungent, and someone might still be outside.

After a bit and hearing only a low melodic tap-tap beat from inside, Jack carefully approaches one side of the blockhouse for his first peek.

Officer Merce is standing near the doorway by a small bar. He is talking to Feller in a rapid tone while poking his finger into his chest. Merce is wearing a full CHIP uniform including boots. Jack thinks that his uniform along with the overplayed attitude and arrogant body language smack of an unpolished sexual bully.

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