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The Water Engineer – Part 05

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By Piglett

Chapter 5
The walk of discovery.

I stand up and put out my hand. He takes it. I lead him off and we walk for a while. Under the railway through the tunnel and back up and along the path towards the reed beds.

I look at him saying, “I want to go smell what the water is like by the beds. They have flooded them and it is my guess it will be stagnant and they have closed off the boardwalk. I asked one of the volunteers at the old pump house.”

He pulled me close. “Are you always this organised boy?” he asked.

I nod. “Well, I wanted to know where was safe to do my walk and run yesterday Boss,” I said.

He nods. We walk down the ramp towards the boardwalk. I stop us both. I bend over and touch the wet ground. I hold it in front of him and say, “Sniff gingerly Boss.”

He does. He starts to retch a bit. “Boy we are not going to go any further,” he said.

I let him go and run back up the ramp and when I got to the top I wiped my hands on the grass. He was close behind me.

“Stay down there boy,” he said.

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The Water Engineer – Part 01

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By Piglett

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely a coincidence.

All rights reserved. Reproduced with the permission of the author.

© 2026 BikerPig@ntlworld.com

Chapter 1
Monday 16th
Ear hoops and ball Straps.

I had been to the gym and had a good session with my personal trainer being introduced to three new exercises. My shoulders were enjoying being used more robustly. I was enjoying my new gym and found that it was a relaxed place with a good mixed crowd. It was the only local gym to open at 6am. I had only been going for a few weeks and was getting into the new routines well. I left and slow jogged home. I dropped of my bag and put some shopping away. It was a beautiful cold sunny morning. I didn’t want to start work again and decided to go for a walk to the wetlands and then back through the nature reserve. They are down the road from my house and by the reservoirs for East London. I put on a warmer anorak and set off down Forest Road. I was wandering rather than my usual brisk walking pace and enjoying the sunshine. I wandered down the slight hill leaving the buildings behind and watched the sunlight dancing across the surface of the water in the five main reservoirs.

There were some Thames Water guys doing some maintenance on the other side of the fence. I saw one of them had large hoop stretchers in his ears and a septum piercing in his nose. He looked up and I smiled. He waved me over, so I stopped and looked through the palisade fence.

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Double Trouble – Part 03

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter Three: Bound and Branded

Peter sat frozen in the barber chair, the buzz of the clippers still ringing in his ears, his scalp raw and exposed. The twin with the deeper voice stood behind him, thick hands gripping his shoulders, while the other crouched in front of the steel collar resting on the table.

“Let’s get the rivet ready,” the shotgun twin said.

The collar was a brutal piece of craftsmanship—two-inch-wide forged iron, hinged on one side, lined inside with dull spikes meant for pressure, not blood. The shotgun twin slid it around Peter’s neck. The weight alone made Peter feel like he was being yoked like livestock.

Then came the hammer.

The deeper twin held a hot rivet with tongs, taken from a forge glowing orange behind a steel grate in the wall. He slotted it into the collar’s open eyelet. The shotgun twin stepped forward with a heavy iron hammer and a steel backing block, sliding it between Peter’s throat and the collar’s inside rim.

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The Deputy Sheriff

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By Rubrpig

As always, this slave is writing while wearing Wesco big boss double buckle engineers, locked in a Carrara chastity belt, padlocked wrist restraints, and a locked posture collar.

Adam shrugged his heavy muscled shoulders to ease the stress, and his body armor creaked as he flexed.  His biceps strained the short sleeves of his tan uniform shirt.  His shirt was soaked under the armored vest.  The vest was heavy and made heavier with all the equipment he had attached to the vest.  He was tired but he was near the end of his shift on highway patrol.  Just then a leather clad man on a Harley passed his cruiser but he was just below the speed limit, so Adam just looked at the rider.  The rider was obviously heavily muscled under the heavy black riding leathers.  The rider wore a matte black full-face helmet so Adam could not check out the rider’s face, so Adam lost interest and headed back to the sheriff’s station to end his shift.

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Roosters – A Collar Story

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By Anaconda in a Cage

This story picks up after the introduction of control collars and their associated color coded keys as described in the introductory “New Product Announcement – The Collar” story. The story begins with 5 frat brothers from a California college frat that get together on a Friday night to go to an all-male strip club named Roosters.

Five frat brothers named Ken, Kip, Leo, Marco, and Mike decide it’s time for a night off from studying and make plans for a night out on the town.  The frat brothers are members of the Delta frat, an all-gay frat in Santa Barbara, California, at UCSB.

As with the entire rest of the frat, all 5 of the brothers are collared and have been keyed with blue keys. The blue keyed collars are nicknamed Cap and a blue keyed collar is an enticement for the brothers for being a member of the frat.  As a reminder, all Caps are handsome, very well built, have great asses, and are very well endowed – much like their superhero namesake.

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Chain Gang – Part 06

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By slaveobjectx

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But there was still more to come, even worse and more humiliating were such a thing possible. At first, they apparently wanted to continue the fettering procedure. Already the blacksmith was searching for some chains to interconnect my fetters. But one of the guards intervened. ‘No. Leave it. We’re better to ring him and mark him first and do that afterwards. That’s easier.’

I didn’t understand what he meant by that, but I soon would, and I assure you, I was happier not knowing. Still lying on the ground with my new heavy collar and cuffs, I now was ordered to get up. It took a few seconds before I managed to stand up. Then both warders roughly took an arm of mine and marched me across the room, in the direction of the oven where the blacksmith already waited for me.

Not knowing what was going to come, I didn’t resist for the time being, so I was hauled before him again with little difficulty. There the blacksmith stood next to a strange chair and a small table, on which were lying a lot of round iron rings, all of the same size and form, half an inch thick and with a total diameter of some two-and-a-half inches. As I could see in the dim light all rings were not wholly circular, and so not wholly complete; just a very small fragment was missing, so the rings were, so to say, ‘open.’

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