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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 01

By Rubrpig

As soon as all of the travel bans and restriction were lifted as the vaccination program had finally been completed which meant the pandemic was finally beaten, I needed to get away from the house where I had been working and living without much human contact since the start of the pandemic and the loss of my Sir to Covid-19.

I decided a trip to London was in order and I smiled thinking about walking through the cool fall weather of England and enjoying myself by reconnecting to the world. As an out and proud Leatherman I wear my hides and boots proudly so I finished making the travel arrangements and packed up my leathers and several pairs of boots.

After checking into my British Airways flight and finally clearing security as my leathers and boots always attract attention. The fact that I have a solid stainless steel chain welded closed around my neck always slows the security inspection down. The man who had put the collar on me had contracted Covid-19 at the hospital where he worked as an ER nurse and had struggled with the disease for 7 weeks before he died while on a ventilator struggling for air. The loss of my Sir devastated me but I managed to come to term with my loss and grief so the trip to London was to honour a promise we had made to each other to visit London.

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One Year – Part 23

By Taurus

Part 23 – “A Pet”

“Come here, boy!” Russell said in a higher pitch, as he clapped his hands twice.

He had no clue if it actually worked; he just heard somewhere that speaking in English and with a higher register was more effective for training a dog. It was sensible enough, since dogs could hear only sounds in a higher frequency, but does it work, really?

If this was the human equivalent to feeling a bass pulse while listening to music, then it was absurd that it would be possible to assign meaning to it. In the case of a dog though, it should have thought processes and concepts different from ours, so it might actually work.

If he wished to find out the validity of this myth, then he was in precisely the right place with precisely the wrong test subject, for the one who bounded towards him on all fours was none other than James, his ostensibly human slave who had just recently asked to wear a collar and leash permanently.

He acted like a dog, but he was, well, still human.

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Matt on Display – Part 3

By Steellock

Jess looked around the big barn dungeon. All around there were scenes of bondage and BDSM. Men indulging in ‘leather sex’ of all kinds.

On one side a guy was strapped to a wheel being tortured by electrical shocks, applied to pads placed on the muscles of his legs and arms, he had ring contacts on his cock and a pair of polar clamps passing current through his tits.

Other guys were being flogged and whipped on a pair of St. Andrews crosses. Scenes in all directions.

In the middle of the wide space there were two matching leather covered tables. On one a heavily built black haired man in black boots was locked into a steel ankle and wrist bar. His head, wrapped with a black leather gag, was writhing from side to side.

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Training Week at the Campground: A Novel – Part 09

By AlphaMetal

Day 3, Morning – Outdoor Forced Labor

The next morning the boys were again awakened by the sound of Alpha banging his police baton on the metal trash can cover and soon the slaveboy distributed the trays with their breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later Alpha released their ankles from the shackles, the slave distributed their towels and shaving gear, and the boys went to the bathroom to clean up. When they finished they returned to their cots and stood at parade rest following the lead the Colonel set the day before.

The Commander, Alpha, and the slaveboy came into the dormitory. The slave was pushing his cart which this time was piled with blue jeans and construction boots; Timberland-style yellow boots with brown padded leather around the ankles. Cody could also see a pile of steel restraints on the cart’s bottom shelf.

“Strip down and fold your prison uniforms and put them on your cots,” the Commander said. The boys obeyed and got back to parade rest.

The slave placed a pair of jeans, socks, and boots – but no shirt – on the floor in front of each boy and the Commander said, “Put on your work clothes.”

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James — 2019 Review

By Thunder

Note: This is the continuation of a long-running story by Thunder. To start at the very beginning, click for James — Part 1. And also see Metalbond Q&A: Thunder

Master Alan pointed out to me this morning that it’s been almost a full year since we have updated you on my training and life as his human dog and thought it would be a good thing for me to come sit and write about the last year. When he said this, I realized so much just feels natural that it’s often not too often I think to document it now.

Last year I wrote about our New Year’s parties and we are currently in heavy planning for those coming up next week. I have not been told if I will be allowed to attend the employee one this year (last year I was caged in the closet) but know I will be at the family and friend’s one diligently looking for scraps on the floor from my all fours position. It was a warm Christmas here in Atlanta, so Master was very excited that I did not have to dress and could stay naked on all fours throughout the day, including two of the holiday parties we attended.

Both of them have private driveways so I was in full dog mode from the minute he left me out of the tailgate of the SUV. I am lucky that he lets me dress and ride in the backseat as a human, but this year he bought a BMW X7 with a big hatch area, so, when in the proper place I now “transform” in the back seat and exit from the hatch. It’s been an adjustment getting my old body to make that jump!

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The Bet – Chapter 06

By lthr_jock

I wake up. I still don’t know what time it is, but there is a thin light coming into the room so I think it’s early morning. I reflect on yesterday and what Bob put me through and to my surprise I feel tears running down my cheeks. I can’t believe what he put me through. My cock and balls are still strapped up so wave obscenely in front of me, taunting me as though that gear aroused me. Which it didn’t. I wonder what Bob has in store for me today. I try to think of how much time I have left – and I’m not sure. I think it’s Monday, so I should be in work. I wonder what Bob has told them. As I worry about what will happen next, I drift off to sleep again.

I wake up as with a loud crash, Bob drops a sports bag in front of my cage. “Get up, slave, time for a shower and the gym.” As he opens the door, I obediently crawl out and then head into the shower. Although he hasn’t given me a time limit, I know he’ll want me back as soon as possible, so I hurry through it including removing the plug and evacuating my bowels. I look at myself in the mirror, the collar showing up against my shaved head and my cock and balls still restrained and sticking out in front of me.

The steady ache in my balls has dulled – I must be getting used to it. I head back out and, with only a nod from Bob to prompt me, I open the sports bag and take out the neoprene shortie wetsuit.

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Lucky Cup – Chapter 5

By GratDelay

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I was startled out of my sleep or stupor when I stopped rotating. It had been hard to tell when I was awake or asleep for much of the night, but I remember several moments of panic where I had to remember where I was and why I couldn’t move. A moment later, I felt my center of gravity shift as I moved into a more upright position. Then I was able to straighten my legs so I was in a standing position.

The shell peeled back from my head. The room was pretty dim, but I still had to squeeze my eyes shut until they adjusted. Even more glorious than being able to see was being able to open my mouth.

I looked around. Toben wasn’t there. That bastard! What if something bad had happened while I was stuck?

Next my hands were freed back to the wrists. Not that it did me any good, since my arms were still held rigidly out in front of me. No sooner than I thought that did the shell turn flexible again, like it had the night before: from the top down. Lastly I could move my feet; I noticed the circular base was no longer in evidence. All the tendrils that had been supporting me and rotating me had disappeared as well.

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