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Fireman

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By ty dehner

The sweat was pouring from under my helmet washing away pieces of the dirt and grit from my face. Every muscle in my body ached, but I couldn’t give up now. Everyone had one goal in mind right now. This work, nearly 48 hours straight of it, was taking our minds off the bigger picture. I hadn’t been out of my fireman coat since the call came in, it weighs a ton on me right now, but it protected me from the small falling pieces of concrete and glass. I don’t know how all this finally happened and it is beyond any of our imaginations that we are searching and digging in such desperation, but we are not giving up, we can’t. We are firemen and dedicated to our fellow firemen and first responders.

As I wiped the sweat away from my eyes, I’m sure the grit smeared across my face. But there is so many layers of it what does it matter. The sun was setting on the second day since something happened that would forever change me. I was so focused on my digging that I didn’t feel the Captain grab my shoulder at first. He yelled at me over the machinery that motored on everywhere around us. He finally got my attention and told me it was time for me to head home and get rest. I shook him off, but he ordered me to get my ass out of there and home. He knew I wanted to stay, but also knew that I needed the rest.

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Video: Gabriel is strung up in a dungeon and whipped

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Gabriel is strung up in a dungeon and whipped

You hear the story all the time, but everyone dismisses it as an urban legend: A young college student, in a river town like Minneapolis, leaves a party and disappears into thin air. Rumors fly that he was kidnapped and sold into slavery — or worse. Don’t be ridiculous, the authorities insist, he must have slipped into the river and his body was swept away. But, guess what? The rumors are true: There is a reason these missing young men are always fit and good-looking — because that’s the way we like them! Garbriel Cruz is such a captive, a well-built, 21-year-old college student who left a party drunk and walked home alone, along the river. But he didn’t fall off a rock into a swift current or jump off a bridge; he was grabbed and thrown into a van, stripped of his T-shirt and shoes, blindfolded and bound. He is now hanging in a dark, concrete room, pants around his knees. “What are you going to do to me?” he asks, tears in his eyes. His captor, Garret Stone, is a muscular, unsmiling young man, nearly naked but for some leather gear. And he has a whip.

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Title of this episode: Gabriel Cruz – Taken For Torture – Chapter 1

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Raptor – Chapter 2

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By Bikermike

The room was still lit when Alex awoke. however, the main light had been switched off leaving only a dim bulb still burning, allowing sufficient illumination for him to use the bathroom without stumbling.

He lay there awake, taking stock of his situation. He was a prisoner of these three thugs, to be used as a source of income and as a sex object for an indefinite length of time, maybe a few years. Somehow, he felt a tinge of excitement, feeling the heavy steel shackle fixed around his right ankle. True, his body remained excruciatingly sore, but that fact did not stop fondling his swollen and inflamed nipples and every now and again touching his cock, which had now expanded to its full length. he could feel beads of precum forming, which he wiped off with his fingers and offering them to his mouth.

Still mindful of the warning one of the guys had told him about not wanking himself he nonetheless slowly ran his fist up and down his erection, willing himself not to ejaculate while enjoying the sensation.

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Raptor – Chapter 1

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By Bikermike

Raptor: from the Latin, meaning plunderer, thief, ravisher

Alex thought it odd that his underpants were missing. He was quite sure he left them in a pile with his other clothes before he stepped into the shower after a workout at his local gym. It wasn’t an expensive gym; no lockers, but had a communal shower. Neither were his underpants: certainly not a designer pair, being 23 he had been unable to afford such luxuries, unemployed as he was.

They were just a pair of briefs that he had bought from the supermarket, skimpy enough, just sufficient to cover his genitals. He thought “Why would anyone want these?” He glanced around the changing room: there were the usual heavily muscled tattooed body builders, some older guys just wanting to keep fit and a smattering of office worker types, excercising on a day off. As was the rule, nobody spoke to anyone else, a trait so common in male gym changing rooms.

Shrugging, he heaved on his faded Levi jeans over his slim hips, picked up his gym shorts and shirt, had a quick look round on the floor, half expecting to see his underpants kicked under the benches, but to no avail.

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The Purchase – Part 05

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We were only about 15 minutes or so in the kitchen, and after I cleared things away I followed Daz down the stairs to the cellar. The light was on and Daz was in the centre of the room kneeling at Zero’s head. I wondered for a second what he was doing, so I slowly walked round the pair to see better without disturbing them. I was surprised, to say the least. Daz had untied the sleeve and taken it off the slave completely. He was very carefully and skilfully massaging his still sweaty back, well developed shoulders and arms whilst at the same time telling him how excellent a slave he was and how well he had born the treatment so far.

“It’s not over yet, slave,” I heard him say, almost to himself he was so soft, “But you’ll be fine. You’re the type of slave I’ve always wanted but never been able to afford. So now you’re mine by proxy whenever I visit your Master.”

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The Purchase – Part 04

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We were halfway to the truck when Daz stopped. “Hang on, just remembered,” he said and, taking my keys, went back into the house. He came out a couple of minutes later with a smile on his face. “Almost forget the tit clamps, might as well give him full use of my stuff while I’m here.”

“You think he’s going to be ok?”

“Of course, he’s fit and healthy with all that ‘love and attention’ you been giving him.” He said that with a sarcastic voice but I knew what he meant. “Not going anywhere either. No, Chris my friend, he simply needs to know that his position isn’t going to alter just because you’re not some kind of heartless sadist but actually a regular guy, who happens to also like a bit of kinky s&m play and is his Master as well. He’s bloody lucky to have been bought by you and not me.” He grinned even wider and I chuckled at that. “Now, let’s get some in.”

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The Purchase – Part 03

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By slavebladeboi

Well that was three weeks ago now, and I feel a bit of a failure. Yes he keeps the house clean, yes he cooks to a reasonable standard, yes he does everything I tell him to without question and yes he provides the best fuck I’ve ever had, but, and it’s a difficult but, I’m not seeing him as a slave so much as a houseboy or even – yep, I may as well say it, even a partner.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had my fair share of bondage buddies, fuck friends, one-offs and weekend s&m parties and enjoyed them all. I’ve had two reasonably long partnerships, the first lasting six years before work changed and he had to leave for the other side of the country, the second for just over two years before the relationship went stale. We were both more or less 50/50 and it never really went well. So I’m now in the dilemma of having blown a load of cash on a beautiful, sex-on-a-rope purchase but don’t feel quite fulfilled for the price. I had him naked when indoors but hadn’t yet decided on chastity.

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