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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 13

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By Nitro

nitroatlA reward? What did that mean? His hole was hungry? Was he going to finally be able to fuck his Sir for the first time in months? Sir was typically not up for being on the receiving end of anything but a tongue up his ass, but sometimes when the wind blew just right…

The very idea of this had his cock throbbing inside the spiked chastity cage, which made him groan into the gag. Now that he felt Sir was no longer watching he tried to stay very still. He didn’t think he could handle much more of the heavy electro that gets delivered when he moves. His entire body was aching, and the massive plug in his hole felt like it was the size of a Buick.

He was so tired from putting on such a show, and his muscles ached from being locked in here all day. He started picturing his Sir sitting back in that chair earlier while his dick was serviced, and he felt his own cock throbbing into the spikes. He pictured him leathered up and in tall boots, his thick cock pushing against his codpiece. He pictured him slowly sucking the phallic cigar as he exhaled a plume of smoke.

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The Cop and the Young Punk – Part 02

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Somehow Harry managed to make it through the several hours of standing at attention. He hated that tie and the tight shirt collar. He wondered how people could stand being dressed this way all the time. His stomach had been growling, and he wondered when he was going to be fed. Soon he started hearing the sound of a door opening and one of the ‘prisoners’ being marched out. He figured he was finally going to be fed.

When it was Harry’s turn, he was first checked to make sure he was at an erect attention, then marched out and down the hall. He was marched into that standing cage again. His cuffs and shackles were removed, and he was told to take off his shirt, tie and pants. After he’d done so, the clothes were folded neatly into a bag with his name on it, put on a shelf, and the cuffs and shackles were put back on. This time he also had something else put on. It was a leather hood with only two pinholes at the nostrils. After it was tightly strapped on over his gag, the pinholes lining up properly, he now could no longer see, and his breathing was a little restricted. He was then marched out of the cage and room and down the hall.

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Shirt and Tie Bondage

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By bound2tie

Mark York was a good-looking guy on a budget-airline flight from Britain to Hamburg.   He was one of only two passengers to be wearing a suit and tie, and the check-in operator had put the other suit in the adjoining seat.

The other guy commented on their being the only two formally dressed, and asked what York’s business was in Hamburg.   York laughed and said he wouldn’t believe him if he told him.   In fact York didn’t need to be dressed like that.   But he was a homosexual with shirt’n’tie, bondage and other fetishes, and was on his way to stay a few days with a Hamburg guy, Reinhardt Schmidt, who shared his kinks.

York had never met Schmidt, but had photos of him, in formal clothes and/or bondage.   York couldn‘t spot Schmidt’s cute face when he emerged from Arrivals at Hamburg, but was surprised to see two goodlooking uniformed men waiting with a notice showing the name Mark York.   They were both wearing dark sweaters with epaulets, and v-necks showing white shirts and neat, formal ties, one with a clip-on tie and the other a real tie in a great looking wide Windsor knot, a perfectly symmetrical knot wider than it was long.

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Jonas – Part 3

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By ty dehner

It took a while but eventually the guys started showing up and needing to use the urinals. I think most were afraid to use an object like me, so it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Eventually a few guys did use me, one got off on kicking my balls and I ended up choking on his piss. Another poured his beer down the spout and into me. That started to give me a slight buzz. Sometimes a few guys must have been in line as the piss was flowing constantly, other times it was a long time between my use.

Eventually, I felt a pat on my head, and I heard Jonas voice. He let me know that I have been locked up as the urinal for 4 hours. He was going to release me so that I could enjoy some of the gathering. He mentioned it was a good crowd and he thought I would enjoy seeing all the guys in their gear. Slowly he undid the restraints and then removed the tape from the eyes of the hood. He helped me stand and all the sweat and piss in the suit ran into the boots. He then removed the straightjacket. I motioned my head wondering if he was going to remove the hood.

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