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A lunkhead gets tricked, overpowered and bound

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Reports have been made about local lads going missing, suspicious noises and howls of pain coming through the brick walls, men limping away in the middle of the night clutching their sore arses. The busybodies at the local council have decided to do something about it and sent one of their lackeys to make an investigation. Well there’s only one thing to do with meddling bastards like this. A fit-as-fuck lunkhead with more brawn than brains. Before he knows what’s happening they strap this man to the medical bench so his legs are perfectly spread and primed. This enraged and weeping straight prick can shout all he wants. No one at the council is going to come help him now that they’ve pounded his arse so hard his sphincter is a gaping fucking mess dripping with sperm!

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Earn It Pup – Chapter 6

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By Pup Shaggy

The first strike was gentle. It hit across my back diagonally from my shoulder blades to my waist. It didn’t hurt, I turned my head as much as I could to see Alex standing there winking at me, standing there with the flogger in his hand, delivering another blow… this time harder. So far this was easy… but then the third struck and it started to sting a bit making me grunt.

I shuffled a little, pulling weakly at the chain over me just to settle myself. And then the forth hit me… that one I felt. I could feel my legs start to shake, feeling my arse quiver. I was sucking in a gasp of air when the fifth struck me and I couldn’t help but yelp loudly. He’d kept hitting me with stronger intensity, and the fifth strike almost lined up with the first making it sting even harsher. Alex was quick to come to my side with a smile, scratching the hood in between my ears.

“Shhh, good boy, now that you know what it feels like…” he left me a second to return, and after a quick re-adjustment, my hood was now a plain dog-hood; no gag, no gas-mask attachment, just a hollow long nose full of fresh air. Of course, I still had to be quiet, but I was free to speak. Mainly I think it was just for me to tell Alex to stop if I’d had enough. My whimpers were still slightly muffled so that was all good.

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Show me your handcuff organizer

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If you have lots of handcufs, it can be hard to keep them all organized. The Sneaker Boy uses a bin from Ikea!

The Sneaker Boy writes,

“It’s hard to keep cuffs organized. Pegboards are great, but they expose cuffs too too much moving air. I have an IKEA drawer unit (Kallax) that I keep a lot of my supplies in. After a few months of my newer cuffs and leg irons rattling around I found this ‘arts and crafts’ bin that works great to hold several pair of leg irons in the back section and up to 8 pair of handcuffs in the 4 front dividers.”

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Good idea, Sneaker Boy!

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James – Part 6

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By Thunder

Oh fuck, indeed. This man whose boots I was licking was my business partner’s son? How the hell did that happen? When did he grow up? And how fucking hot is he? I had not seen him since he was a kid, and now that kid would be walking me? Damn. Again, how did this all happen?

As those thoughts swirled in my head, I realized that he had attached a leash to my collar and said, “Let’s go, boy.” As we started to walk into and around the woods, he reminded me that he believed that no dog should ever talk and that during our walks, which were scheduled for an hour each day this week, I would be rapidly punished if I said a word. However, that did not mean that he could not talk and, fuck, did he ever.

He discussed how hot he found it that he was able to walk a man like me and to help in me finding my proper place in life. He said that he and Todd met a year or two ago when he was owned by his first Master, a retired military captain, who wanted him to be further trained which is how he was introduced to Todd, who employed him to walk the dog he had been training at that time. He told me he didn’t like that dog, as he was a “twink with no soul that thought puppies should yap and wear clip on tails” but that he really enjoyed it later when “that twink was in all ways a dog never to even stand again,” but a job was a job, though he was much happier with me now.

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Suit Test – Part 1

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By Rubrpig

Charles and Frank both groaned as the alarm went off. They smiled sleepily at each other and then decided it was time to get up, as they had to get ready for work as usual. They had to be careful, as it would have cost them their careers and security clearances if they were discovered to be homosexual. Things were changing very slowly, but in 1971 it was still almost impossible to be gay and employed in any defence industry.

Charles was a senior engineer at ILC Dover, and Frank was a junior engineer there as well. The division they both worked for was involved in the Apollo Lunar program, as ILC Dover was the company that built and maintained the custom made Lunar Space suits. They both worked closed with the astronauts, as they were responsible for the fit and integrity of the space suits. Each astronaut in the Apollo program was fitted and supplied with two suits. One for training, which received a lot of wear and tear during the training for the mission, and their flight suit, which was only used for their actual mission.

They had been working together for about a year and one night after work, they ended up going for a beer. During the course of the evening after a few too many beers for both of them, they ended up realizing that they were attracted to each other. Like a pair of high school kids, they ended up in the back seat of Charles’ Chevy Impala making out.

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