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Black Leather Cops and Revenge – Part 3

By Alex Ironrod © 2021

PART THREE – PUNISHMENT

I don’t know how long we hung in our tightly yoked bondage, the dim light refracting on our leather breeches and black boots, as we fought to keep our footing with bound ankles and knees, while our arms ached from being anchored to a high pulley. The sweat dried on our thrashed upper bodies, but our pricks, bound together, enjoyed the constant stimulus and remained rock hard.

Colin gasped occasionally as the rope gag sawed at his tongue, but neither he nor I could move our heads more than an inch and his face was darkened by the leather mask blinding his eyes. He could feel my body as our torsos were bound together, but my groans from the stabbing pain from the nipple clamps were effectively silenced by the black leather gag which had been inflated to fill my mouth.

Eventually our “hosts” returned. “Glad you’re still awake, and ready for the next challenge”, remarked Sergeant Tyrell, stretching in his all-leather uniform and taking off his helmet. Officer Witkowski undid the belts, clamps and cords that bound us together, freeing our pricks to explore further and our bodies to sag independently in their chains.

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The Speed Trap – Part 05

By Rubrpig

I groaned and lay on the cot in my cell. My asshole was sore and tender still 2 days after the gang rape of myself and my full time boy. Although the day after the dungeon party where the rape occured was a day of rest for the most part. The sargeant had come in when he started his shift and had us shuffle to the showers where he used clippers and cut our hair and beards.

After he cleaned us up we were sent back to our cells and were chained down to the cots with the heavy chain webs and the heavy steel bondage helmets were put on all of us and locked. We spent the day in bondage and as a result we were able to rest and recover.

I groaned and shifted as best as I could under the heavy steel web that covered me but the sound of my groaning echoed in my helmet. Just then I heard my part-time boy call out to me and ask if I was ok. I told him that I was but was very stiff and sore and that my asshole felt like it had been ripped apart. I asked if he and my full time boy were ok and he told me that he was but my other boy felt about the same as I did.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 04

By felon

The Noose Tightens Further – Paranoia Has Set In…

Many thanks for all the comments from kinky readers.

I am still open to meet men of all ages and sizes for prison sessions.

So I was told to make sure I was available Wednesday from 10 am to 8 pm.

I have had very little conversation with this man — more by e mail than in person. He is imposing, a large, mature top — probably ex-military, and in some kind of parole or prison occupation. He is also very up to date in technology and lets technology do much of his work.

I still have the device locked on my ankle, so he knows every move I make. I still try to carry on a normal life-work, which is permitted, and then come directly home unless I have a need to shop, do laundry etc., by request, most of which is granted. He is keeping a tally of infractions, and as he stated punishment sessions will be this week.

So as I leave work I get a message on my cell phone: “Changes of plans – make yourself available Wednesday, Thursday and Friday – NO EXCUSES! Check your calendar for more information.”

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Enjoying the Flight – Part 2

By Cutieboy90

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Cutieboy90Ding! “The Captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Please feel free to move about the cabin.”

All around I could hear the clicking sound of the other passengers releasing their seatbelts and some reaching up to collect items from the overhead bins or simply stretching.

“Heheh…” Scott chuckled darkly as he patted my thigh. “Not that you need to stretch after only 15 minutes, but you won’t get to. No chance, no choice.”

My poor dick only throbbed harder, tightly confined in my jockstrap and tight jeans as Scott’s deep whispers flowed into my brain, his words as smooth and sinful as melted dark chocolate.

He was right, of course. I had no freedom, strapped and muzzled as I was. I looked down at the straps the Air Marshall had restrained me with. Thick, wide, lightly padded nylon webbing circled my torso pinning my arms around me like a straightjacket. Another strap ran down the front to connect the body straps to the ankle straps, which kept my legs bent and in a seated position even if there hadn’t been a seat.

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