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Solitary 1888

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By ty dehner

The desert sun was brutal on my black riding leathers; while they were constructed with venting, the color just absorbed the heat. Of course, the air temperature was 105 in the shade, so riding my Ducati XDiavel Dark on the highway with no shade meant it was hotter than hell! Crossing the desert near the Mexican border on Interstate 8 is a barren wasteland. Just sand dunes, as far as one can see. Occasionally, an ATV blasts through the golden sand out on the dune. RVs are parked at the base of the dunes, as these ATVers spend the weekend out here working up a sweat on their fun machines.

As I watch the sculptured dunes pass from behind the shield on my full-face helmet, I am reminded of the Star Wars movie where Jabba the Hut’s barge was destroyed. Those scenes were filmed in this desert many years ago. Now, the area is filled with guys wearing space-like helmets and heavy gear on their ATVs.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 19

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“10 Days in Detention” series by socalbdBy socalbd

The scream echoed through the cell. Even from behind the muzzle it was loud or at least I thought it was. As I was in a dark cell, isolated with hard walls where the sound bounced around, anything that had a level of volume to it seemed louder. Then again, the pain I was in so quickly from this compression position was more than intense. At first the immediate concern was breathing. John and Dan did a first-rate job of making sure my knees were as tight against my chest as they possibly could be with the ankles pulled in just as tight.

My ability for lung expansion was labored, at best. Being in complete darkness didn’t help. Without sight the head can only focus on touch and the other senses. They become magnified. Like the scream, the sound of air inhaling and exhaling when it’s the entire focus of your existence takes on a completely higher status.

Being chained off and head held up also meant little to no body movement of any kind along with the compression position. Muscles throughout my body were aching quickly.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 08

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“10 Days in Detention” series by socalbdBy socalbd

When we reached the taco place there was an amazingly handsome guy standing out front. John said, “There he is waiting for us.” We pulled in and got out. I was about to meet the second guy that I would submit to as a bondage slave.

As I walked up to him he put out his hand and said, “Hi, I’m Dan. You must be Dave.”

I smiled and replied, “Yes, I’m Dave. It’s nice to meet you, Dan.” His handshake was strong. It was just one of the indicators of how in shape Dan is and he clearly worked out. Dan was about the same height as John being, 5’10”, but definitely a little buffer. He was wearing jeans and a grey wife beater tank top that really accentuated his pecs. His waist was thin and he had a great V shape about him and his abs slightly showed through the fabric of the tank top. He was clearly a good-looking guy. My eyes went down to his feet and he was wearing flip flops.

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10 Days in Detention – Part 02

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“10 Days in Detention” series by socalbdBy socalbd

I woke up with a start. John was hitting the side of the cage with a metal rod.  It brought me quickly out of my deep sleep.  I have no idea how long I was out but it probably wasn’t that long.

Once John saw I was awake he unlocked the cage door and motioned for me to crawl out.  A dog bowl of water had been placed near the cage and I crawled over to it and drank as best I could.  When I was finished I propped myself up on my knees.

“Stand up,” John commanded.  He was still in his BDU’s, barefoot and shirtless and looking hot.

I stood up and John began to remove the shackles.  The last portion was the collar and once he had removed that from my neck he let the chains fall behind me with a loud clanking thud.

“Hands behind your head, fingers interlocked.  Spread those ankles, boy,” John further commanded.  He circled me while I stood there exposed.  Nothing was said between us for a couple of minutes.  He just continued to walk in a circle around me.  My instincts said he was not pleased with me since he wasn’t showing any signs of warmth towards me as he did earlier.  I couldn’t be sure.  It might have been an act to keep me off balance.  I told myself that whatever was next I had to do my best to get through it and make him proud of me again.

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Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 23

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 23: Your Next Career Move

I don’t know how many times I got punished during the next few months—so many times that I felt incomplete, at the end of the day, if I hadn’t been slapped around or casually put across the knee of a waiter to get my butt spanked.  They loved to do that.  And it was true—I was a bad busboy.  I was surly.  I stumbled.  I broke things.  Like any other servant, I deserved to be punished.

Then one morning I was lined up with the other slaps to spend 12 more hours pulling dirty plates into the kitchen, when Dev caught me by the arm and said, “Not you. You been sold.”

“Sold?”

“Yeah, I know, mon.  Who’d wanta buy you?  But the truck is comin.”

So that’s it, I thought.  The fields.  The fields where I’ll spend the rest of my life chopping dirt.

“Report to Boss Derek’s desk,” he said, with no attempt at the usual camp.  “Good luck, mon.”  You’ve really fucked up, I thought, when Dev wishes you good luck.

I shuffled to the desk, and there was Boss Derek, looking angry that he had to spend time dealing with me.  “Bend down,” he said, and he took the King George dog tag off my collar and did something with his laptop to unlimit my distances.  It was like being drummed out of the Foreign Legion.  Then he said something weird.  “You don’t know how lucky you are, slappie.”

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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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The WORC Program – Part 13

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By Joshua Ryan

Here’s the way the place was organized. Jerry had a big “staff.” At the top was this Meyers guy, Steven Meyers — MISTER Meyers, the “personal assistant.” He wasn’t a workie. Maybe he should have been, but he wasn’t. I saw him from a distance, and I knew he was a faggot. The kind of faggot I’d been. Only I guess he needed a job. He slept in the House.

Everybody else was a workie. There were three types of workie.

First: House Staff. They were the head servant, Cicero, and the cook, Sacky. Cicero lived in the House, up in the attic. Sacky lived in the barracks, but he kept whatever hours were needed to satisfy the owner. He was the way we got all those great leftovers, and things that weren’t leftovers.

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The After Party – Part 1

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By Pup Shaggy

I’d start by reciting the dream I had that night, but I can’t remember a damn second of it. All I know is that it must have been a good one because the wood I woke up with that morning was like a boats mast. I grinned, scratched my head, fondled my balls, and then turned my attention to my bed-pal.

I live in a student house, although I wouldn’t consider myself the regular ‘student’. Mostly I think it’s an age thing; you see while the average student is twenty something years old, I’m in my thirties, which then begs the question of why I’m staying in student accommodation. Long story short, I’m here working through a master’s degree my boss at work decided I should get; something about ‘increasing the prestige of the company’. I suppose a part of it is the mentality of it all as well; our differences in attitude. You see, while I tend to focus on more class work, their attitude is less aimed at their studies and more for partying and getting into trouble, as college students do. I’m not about to judge; I was that age once.

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