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My Pal Jock Becomes a Bounty Hunter – Part 03

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By Hunter Perez

“Don’t panic, Bingo,” I said to myself. “Try to stay calm and keep your movements to a bare minimum.”

Keeping still was not a problem, considering I was hogtied with a heavy tarp on top of me and a dirty mattress underneath me. The horse bit gag in my mouth shut off my ability to speak, the zip tie-connected manacles kept my wrists and ankles in place, and the chastity cage kept my cock locked within a tight metallic confinement. The only unfettered movement I could make involved the raising and lowering of my head, and I constantly tried to look up to the vent separating my imprisonment from the driver’s cabin where Jock was talking back to a sports radio show while he sped me to Pittsburgh.

Not panicking, however, was another matter. I had no idea what awaited me once Jock handed me over to the officials that wanted me in jail. Would anyone listen to me once I got to Pittsburgh? Would they acknowledge that this was all a mistake and that my case was dismissed five years ago? Or would they be like Jock and ignore my protestations while making me a prisoner?

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One-Day Event: Ropedweb Retrospective from ty dehner

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Today only (New Year’s Eve 2024), leather scribe ty dehner is sharing on his website the Ropedweb Retrospective that he showed recently at CLAW Leather Thanksgiving. He is also posting one of the original Ropedweb videos.

“This will be a one-day event as i move on from the 25 years of Ropedweb,” ty says.

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My Pal Jock and the Night Before Christmas

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By Hunter Perez

It was around four in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and I was in my apartment flicking the television remote control in search of something to watch. I planned to be alone for the holidays and, to be frank, I was enjoying my time to myself. Then my phone rang and I saw it was from Jock.

“Bingo, can you do me a great favor?” Jock said in a voice that sounded somewhat more tremulous than his normal tone. “Can you please drive me upstate this evening?”

“Can I drive you?” I asked, confused by the request. “You know I don’t have a car. What’s wrong with your car?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my car,” he responded. “I just got a call from the hospital – Dad was brought in with a heart attack. I was planning to drive up tomorrow morning to see him for Christmas, but I need to be there now. The news of his being in the hospital sort of shook me. With the way I feel I don’t feel comfortable doing that drive.”

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Arresting

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By ty dehner

With his head bobbing to the beat of the music coming from the speakers in his SUV, Austin Dougherty’s mind was not focused on the road passing under the tires of his Carmine Red Porsche Cayenne. Sitting in the driver’s seat wearing black Adidas pants with the triple white stripes down the legs, his right foot, wearing white Stan Smith shoes, was hovering over the gas pedal in case he had to quickly get his machine out of cruise control. Austin was in a black Adidas jacket wearing a white high performance t-shirt under, the shirt having the logo of the major league football team he plays for. The quarterback kept his tight leather gloved left hand firmly gripping the top of the steering wheel.

Heading east through Banning, California, on Interstate 10, the lights of all the fast food establishments on the side of the highway kept the night from being fully dark as the headlights on his Porche illuminated the cracks in this heavily used section of the interstate. The cruise control was set at eighty since Austin has several freeway lanes as the concrete ribbon cuts through the pass between San Gorgonio Mountain on the north and Mount San Jacinto to the south.

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A Small Gathering

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By David Cody Ledon

Prologue

Cameron had been waiting in the bus station for over three hours. As his bus approached, he stood and picked up his knapsack and walked outside to meet it. He was a handsome, somewhat diminutive young man, at 5-foot-7 and 150 pounds. But he had a solid, athletic build, and large dark brown eyes, set into an attractive face. He had a great smile too, although he had not displayed that recently.

It was probably not an understatement to say that this had been the worst day in his 23-years long life. His day had started at the lawyer’s office for the county, where he had signed over the deed to his family home. His mother had left him and his father 10 years prior, to parts unknown. His father had little use for him until he developed heart problems, after which Cameron had been forced to care for him, and endure his verbal abuse, until his death about two months ago. After his passing, it became clear that he had not paid any taxes on their decrepit house for several years, and the tax burden on the house far exceeded its value. Cameron sold what he could to raise a few hundred dollars in cash. That, and the few pieces of clothing in his knapsack comprised his worldly possessions. His father’s demands had pretty much prevented him from making any friends in high school or from having a social life. No one was there to see him off.

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