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Homeland Security?

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By Rubrpig

Jonathon Wells stood looking out of the windows of his 58th floor office, contemplating the next few days that he finally decided to take off. As CEO of Wells Technology, the world leader in nano technology and Quantum Computing, he founded it right out of University and built into the multi-billion dollar tech giant which dominated these developing and strategic fields.

He needed some time off, so he decided to do so despite heavy pressure from his U.S.-based Director of Special Projects to participate in a series of conferences with the Department of Homeland Security about several new projects for the US division. His Special Projects Director had flown to Toronto to meet with him and try to get him to confirm his participation in the upcoming conferences.

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Joseph gets chained naked on a filthy toilet floor

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At BreederFuckers. Locked in the dark room, Joseph has no idea how much time has passed, but he’s weakened and totally compliant. Joseph’s time has come, and a punter wants to use him. Half-crazed and desperate to do anything to avoid sadistic punishment, Joseph obediently dresses in a football kit and follows Dave into the room with his client. He’s shackled, and his football kit is cut off from him. His big long fat cock is groped and stroked through the silky footy shorts. Joseph feels like he’s living in a perpetual nightmare as the perverted men sniff his crotch.

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A rope is tied around his neck and weighted down so any resistance makes it tighten around his windpipe. Joseph is pushed to the brink so he can’t control his body’s reaction when the men stroke his dick and he can’t stop himself growing a big fat stiffy. With his prick standing on end his nasty punter uses a lash to thrash Joseph’s muscular arse. He leaps into the air with his big erection flailing about. This strong straight stud’s shorts are torn off him showing off his ripping muscular body. An anal hook is slid up his tight arse. Pegs are attached up his body on all his most sensitive parts and they are abruptly ripped off. The painful sensation is so intense that Joseph is totally stunned and left wide-eyed.

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Terry is collared and gagged and has his arms bound behind his back

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Shackled and collared, handsome workman Terry is kept as a naked plaything at BreederFuckers.

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With his arms bound behind his back, he’s unable to cover himself or stop any pervy man from grabbing on his sensitive cock and tugging away. While he grimaces in disgust, a man pulls on his dick until he’s very erect. Beer is spit into his open mouth. He’s ordered to suck his master’s dick and worship his boots. His arse is flogged while he laps away and he’s wanked till he cums. His sperm is snowballed back into his mouth to let him know what his own flavor tastes like.

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Lent Out – Part 1

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By JR

Inspired by various stories of bondage games, my boyfriend and I came up with our own. David wrote the rules, and let me weigh in. We use dice, with the first roll deciding the duration of bondage. Starting Friday after work, I roll one die. If it comes up 1, then I am let out of whatever bondage situation David comes up with by Saturday morning.  2 = Saturday afternoon; 3 = Saturday night; 4 = Sunday morning; 5 = Sunday afternoon; and 6 = Monday morning.  The next die roll decides the type of bondage.  1 = rubber; 2 = leather; 3 = puppy play; 4 = metal; 5 = clothing; and 6 = sensory deprivation.

I particularly enjoy rolling a 5, as he comes up with some way for me to be in bondage under my clothes, like wearing a locking butt plug harness under tight jeans or locking on a heavy metal ball stretcher to be worn under a suit.  He knows how much I get off on the subtle humiliation factor of barely detectable bondage in public.  We started with the idea of a third die to determine the type of activities: eletro play, piss, flogging, fucking, CBT, breath play, etc.  But then David decided against that, as he does not want dice to limit how he tortures me.

David told a friend about this game, who got quite intrigued, which made for an interesting weekend for me while David was away for work.

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The Edge – Chapter 02

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By Steellock

When Matt got back to the barracks that night he found that many of the troop had beaten him in and were lounging around chatting and joking. They quizzed Matt on where he had been. but he just shrugged his shoulders and said that he had been out walking.

He went over to his bunk, took off his jacket and realised that he could hardly raise his arms; the feeling was like after a really heavy new workout regime! He also realised that he was still hard. His dick was wet with juice; Matt was surprised that there was no stain coming though his jeans. He had to be really careful or the ribbing from last week would start again. He swiftly looked around but relaxed when he saw that Wayne was not in the room.

Also the frustration at not being able to release his feelings built up overnight. Some of the guys had no problem in releasing the pressure, wanking off either in the barrack when the Sarge was not there, or in the showers. Matt had never felt comfortable with this kind of public display and always wore shorts or a jock strap even when wandering through to the latrines. He would have to make sure he released the built up feelings before leaving the store next week. Then he sat up – that had been a reflex thought. His body must have made the decision to go back. When Jim had asked the question earlier, Matt had suddenly felt unsure. Was this normal? Perhaps he was being stupid. He felt sore and ached. He thought of the previous night:

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