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My Bound Birthday

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By Mister-X / Spartan

It was my 29th birthday. It also was the one day of the week when the store was closed. The crazy guys I worked with at the store invited me to the store for a birthday party, telling me to arrive at noon. I was apprehensive about what they had planned for me. After all, the store I work in sold bondage gear. But I figured, what the heck, I hadn’t had any bondage play in a couple of months, so I was also looking forward to it.

When I got to the store, I recognized the various cars that were parked in our lot. The guys were obviously already in there waiting for me. But I had brought along the key to the back door. I figured they were all gathered around the front door waiting for me to enter.

But I got a surprise. When I opened the back door with the key, the burglar alarm went off. I’d forgotten about that. I had planned to enter quietly and surprise them, try to put cuffs on as many as I could before they got me cuffed, but with that alarm going off I didn’t exactly enter quietly. I had to quickly run in after closing the door and hide somewhere. I heard running feet coming toward me.

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Gabriel is strung up in a dungeon and whipped

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Gabriel is strung up in a dungeon and whipped

You hear the story all the time, but everyone dismisses it as an urban legend: A young college student, in a river town like Minneapolis, leaves a party and disappears into thin air. Rumors fly that he was kidnapped and sold into slavery — or worse. Don’t be ridiculous, the authorities insist, he must have slipped into the river and his body was swept away. But, guess what? The rumors are true: There is a reason these missing young men are always fit and good-looking — because that’s the way we like them! Garbriel Cruz is such a captive, a well-built, 21-year-old college student who left a party drunk and walked home alone, along the river. But he didn’t fall off a rock into a swift current or jump off a bridge; he was grabbed and thrown into a van, stripped of his T-shirt and shoes, blindfolded and bound. He is now hanging in a dark, concrete room, pants around his knees. “What are you going to do to me?” he asks, tears in his eyes. His captor, Garret Stone, is a muscular, unsmiling young man, nearly naked but for some leather gear. And he has a whip.

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Title of this episode: Gabriel Cruz – Taken For Torture – Chapter 1

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The Story of Dax – Chapter 10

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By TheBadOne

Chapter 10 – The Order

The dungeon music fades out as I am lowered down the hole between the upper floor and the lower floor. All that’s left for me to hear is the clanking of the chain lowering my rope-bound body, and the jackhammering of my heart.

After everything I’ve been through tonight and all the men I’ve served so far, I can hardly believe there’s more. As I descend below the ceiling into the room full of men, I realize I’m not blindfolded, gagged, or plugged. Whatever is coming next, I have to face it with eyes, and mouth, and ass wide open.

I’ve been lowered into a room that is empty but for the men inside of it. I count twenty-four. On one end stands all of the doms I’ve met tonight. Many more stand in between them and six slaves on the other end, all in full rubber suits- no hoods this time. I see Trevor among them.

And in the middle is Master Shephard. He’s wearing the grin I find so irresistible, and as he strokes his cock at the sight of me trussed up and floating vulnerably, I see him bite his lip and close his eyes as he holds back an orgasm. He’s close- I realize everyone is stroking themselves, even the slaves. And it looks like everyone is as close as he is.

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The Convict – Part 08

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By Joshua Ryan

One of the officers carried my briefcase, and the other one led me by the arm. When we got to the top of the hill there was a woman jogging through the park. She had a cell phone on her someplace and she was talking into the air, the way they do, like they’re crazy people, and when she saw us she jumped back and put her hand on her chest like she was having a seizure. She looked at me like I was raping her at that very moment. Then she ran off, fast. No one had ever reacted to me like that before.

There was a black police car parked at the curb. One of the officers put his hand on my head and guided me into the back seat. His hand was gentle, in the way that hands are when they don’t want to touch something that they have to touch. The car door slammed. In 20 minutes, they were leading me into the Justice Center downtown.

I was surprised that they never read me my rights, but then I remembered — they didn’t have to do that anymore, now that the courts had approved all the new anticrime laws. There had been a conversation about that. I recalled it. A conversation in a bar. It was the night I first met Joey Madison. He was coming on pretty strong, so I told him, “You’d better back off. Otherwise, a cop is gonna show up and read you your rights.” “They don’t do that anymore,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. “They just drag you off to jail.” We both laughed.

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The Convict – Part 07

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By Joshua Ryan

I had to get in to work really early that day, because I was the person who was supposed to handle the year-end calls from the branches in other time zones. When I finally got to the lounge at 9 for coffee, the first thing I did was go to the deck and look at the convicts. I wanted to see if one of them was standing by the fence.

“Whatcha lookin for, Jason?” It was somebody’s voice. I remembered. It was Peter Tomlinson’s.

“Uh . . . nothing. . . . I . . . uh . . . Great day, huh?” It was another one of those days we have in winter when the sun is so bright you’d almost think it was spring already. At 9 o’clock in the morning, it must have been 55 degrees on that deck. It was sort of like the first day when I met the convict.

“Not really. Channel 10 says it’s gonna snow tonight.”

“That true? We almost never have snow in December.” What are you talking about? I asked myself. My eyes were searching the fence, searching . . .

“It’s true. Look at those clouds. Cirrus. We’ll have snow all right. Lotta snow.”

“Too bad. I wanted to wash the car.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.” I couldn’t believe I was making jokes.

“What are you looking at, Jason?”

“Just watching the convicts.”

“Huh?”

“The convicts. Down in the field.”

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