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The Inescapable Canvas – Part 01

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By THHoudini and yohan555

Chapter 1 – Beginnings

The rain pattered softly against the windows of the secluded cottage as Nat stepped inside, his eyes scanning the cluttered yet intriguing space. The home was a curious blend of eccentricity and artistry—shelves crammed with odd trinkets, walls adorned with peculiar paintings, and a faint scent of aged wood and oil paint lingering in the air. But Nat wasn’t here for the decor. He was here for the straitjacket.

Nat was a straitjacket artist, a hobby that had earned him quite a following online. He performed daring escape acts, twisting and contorting his way out of restraints with a grace that bordered on artistry. Nat loved the challenge, the thrill, the control he felt when he escaped a tight set of restraints, but there was more to it than that. The tight feeling of a straitjacket around his body, holding him snugly in place, gave him a sense of security that was almost intoxicating. And now he was about to go even further. He was here to experience the thrill of a truly unique straitjacket session, one that promised to be exciting and exhilarating. When he received the invitation from Yohan, a reclusive collector, who claimed to have a one-of-a-kind straitjacket, Nat couldn’t resist. Yohan described it as “inescapable,” and for Nat, it was the ultimate challenge.

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Boxer Henry is nervous being left entirely in the hands of dominant clothed trainers and being subjected to their deviant methods of posing his naked muscular body. His big manly ass is very hot. It’s necessary for them to open up his hole and wear down that animal heat emanating from his privates. He’s accustomed to dealing with the pain he receives when fighting in the ring, but the intense deep feeling he gets from having male fingers invading his incredibly tight hetero asshole is excruciatingly acute. The big dumb lug is ready to tear the men mauling him apart but wouldn’t dare defy his coach. Under their stern command he learns to bend over and do as he’s fucking told.

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Chain Gang – Part 09

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By slaveobjectx

I tell this story yet I have no name. I am addressed only as slave. I said I would survive but now I will tell you how I did. I had battened myself down in isolation, indifferent to the sufferings of my fellow slaves, concentrating solely on dealing with my own fate, feeling that help from any one else would not be forthcoming. Not from the guards, of course, who at best carried out their duties indifferently – I, as slave was merely livestock and they had received enough training to regard all the chained slaves as livestock, with no need to deal with us as anything but subhuman, owned animals. At worst the guards regarded us as outlets for their own private passions – to punish, to mistreat , to abuse, to debase, to degrade, to humiliate, to fuck.

Yes, I had resolved to survive; to find an inner strength that would see me through all that they could throw at me. I would not be subhuman; I would not be an animal. Though I might not be permitted to exhibit it in terms of physical behaviour, I would not allow them to take over my mind. I’d conform outwardly but inwardly I’d be free. Yeah, great thoughts but how to make those thoughts real? Everything conspired against that – the inhumanity of my physical position where there was no escape in any way from the reality of the chains and shackles; the treatment from the guards which was expressly designed to degrade, humiliate, prompting, at best, a desire to comply with every order, no matter how vile so that the idea of choice was eliminated. We were being programmed to become robotic in all responses, robotic in all our behaviour.

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The Test Guy

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By slickchaser

My friend Gerry and I had grown a little apart; from the “first load up” story I still frequented his playroom, and he continued to make me develop with giving blowjobs, being teased and prodded in various scenarios, and learning to love tight and strict bondage as needed. Though I had moved further away, we still would setup occasional meetups, including at a convention where he introduced me to getting measured for my first full latex suit, and a new guy local to him, “Jay” for this story. Gerry insisted I come back around once my suit was done in a couple weeks and visit Jay, he had something new he thought I’d get some joy out of.

We made plans, and about 2 months later I made the trip down. My new black latex suit was shipped directly to Jay’s house, and he and Gerry also had what they called my new “spiked” footwear ready for me. On the day I finally made it to Jay’s our conversations were brief, and there in Jay’s living room, I stripped, and they helped apply dressing lube and on the suit went. Being neck entry, it took some wiggling, but Jay and Gerry were delicate and great helping me wiggle in. They both then gradually applied the shine, and there in this living room with white tile and white walls was me in this totally blacked out second skin. Gerry and Jay both towered over me, they both being 6’ about, me at a lowly 5’7”, even feeling shorter with my shoulder length hair.

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