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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 3
By Mister-X/Spartan
Day 3.
When Master Leach returned the next morning, I was ready to get out of that cell. That had been something else to go through. I had come here wanting to be physically challenged by being bound, and my time in this cell had done that. I’ve had a lot of experiences in my life, but nothing like this one. I had gotten no sleep last night. I was still struggling with my breathing. My cock had loved it, having erupted three times, though being severely punished each time. It was truly a sadistic experience master had put me through, and I was ready to be released.
First was to remove that thin bar that was restricting my breathing. I breathed a sigh of relief when that was gone. After that, it was just removing all the locks that connected my side chains to the cell. Freed from those, he inched me out of the cell and helped me to sit down in the transport chair, bending my knees and elbows, the only part I could move, with all those locks reconnected again. Covered by the blanket, I was wheeled back up to the main room. As he was removing those locks, he said “after the usual morning routine, we’ll go out riding today. After your day in that cell you need a break. Did you enjoy your time there?”
I nodded my head up and down. “You did? That’s great! That’s my favorite device to put someone in. I’m glad you liked it. I’d like to have you return for more if you’d like. Just thinking about you struggling down there, I jacked off last night. That doesn’t happen often for me.”
Video: You never know what may happen once you’re tied up!
At the Serious Bondage Institute, Bouncer Pup found this out when his friends strapped him into a Maxcita straitjacket and leg sack and secured him to a metal stretcher. The devious laughter of his captors should have been a clue to Bouncer that they had something sinister in mind!
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Any of these men can tie me up anytime!
Fourth-Quarter Tickle Blitz
By Jack
Yo, Bud –
Got a little challenge here for ya.
Time to see how tough you are, and what yer endurance is like.
You man enough to accept the challenge, or you gonna wimp out right now?
It’s just a little game, dude. You like engaging another jock in a little friendly sport, don’t ya? May the better MAN win.
Here’s the deal:
You are down here on a Friday night. We got tickets for Rangers/Leafs at the Garden on Saturday night. We been drinking beers, horsing around, bullshitting one another, when I toss out this game idea. You lose, you gotta wear… you know which jersey to the game and root for…you know which team (GO, RANGERS! YO!)
Here’s the game plan: You get tied for four quarters, with a break between each quarter. Simple little endurance challenge. Each quarter lasts an hour. No sweat for you, right, tuff guy? You hold out for four hours, you win. You win, and I got to pay a penalty. Any penalty you come up with, no matter what it is. No questions, no backing out.
What color is your leather puppy hood?
Locked at the Beach
By LockedBob
I guess I woke up feeling really adventurous. I got this way every time I deprived myself of relief, and it had been five days since I put hand to cock. I had already decided to spend the day at the beach, but I wanted to ratchet it up a notch, so after I had eaten and showered, I fumbled around in my toy drawer until I found it. My Punisher. I loved to wear this thing, so I slipped it on before my dick got into the mood. Even as I clicked the lock in place, I could feel myself get a little aroused, and the spikes dug into my sensitive head. That quickly cooled down my excitement. I dropped the key in a bowl on top of my dresser. I would not be taking it with me. I’d be too tempted to unlock myself. That was part of the fun, being locked in my Punisher and having no way to take it off.
To make it more interesting, I decided against even wearing a bathing suit. The beach was not officially a nudist beach, but several guys went naked all the time and never were bothered by the authorities. I rummaged around for the perfect sarong, wrapped it around my trim waist, and grabbed my suntan lotion, sandals, and a large bottle of water. I was ready to head out for a day of sun, swim and frustration. I took a final glance in the full length mirror. My hours of working out in the gym were really showing. I could turn a few heads when I displayed my body, and I did really enjoy showing off.
A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 2
By Mister-X/Spartan
Day 2.
That night, whether it was because I was tired, because the cabin was warmer from the fire, or because I was starting to get used to this, I got a fairly good night’s sleep while standing stretched. When Master Leach awakened me, it was a repeat of the previous morning. I was still hooded, and had not had use of my eyes since arriving. The ring gag was removed, but that penis gag was always in place, except for eating and sucking cock.
This time, after the warming, exercises, food and shower, he had me stand in the room and spoke to me. “I’ve put all the guys I’ve had here in chains and kept in a prison cell I’ve got down below. They’ve all had that fantasy and looked forward to it. That will be today’s program.” Like he’d said about others, I’ve always dreamed of being put in chains and kept in a prison cell, so I was looking forward to it.
He continued. “I’ve got my opinion of how to keep someone very well secured. See how you like it. So far, everyone I’ve done that to has thought that it was too much. I’m hoping, after what you’d told me you wanted, that you’ll be the first to like it. To be fitted, you’ll have to stand at attention.” Not having been in the military, I obeyed as best I could.