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Double Trouble – Part 06

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

Chapter Six: The Smell of Rabbit

The sun was just a whisper on the horizon when The Box door was flung open, and he uncurled himself from the box. His back ached. His muscles throbbed. But he stood — slowly, steadily — and looked Sheriff Colt in the eye, expecting him to lock him up for work detail as usual, so he was surprised when Colt slung the leather belt onto his shoulders, and carelessly flung the usual Chain Gang shackles to the ground at his feet.

You’re gonna lock yourself up today Cityboy.  Show us you’re accepting your punishment and your fate…”

No words were exchanged as Peter carefully slid the belt of off his shoulders and strapped it tight around his waist – the half loop positioned in front; then ratcheted the shackles on his ankles which had a vertical chain running up to the belt hasp, and attached to a pair of long chin handcuffs which he was ordered to pass through the hasp, and then  ratchet in place as well.

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It started with Mitts –Part 11

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By bondagegimp

Going for a walk

I wake up when Bob gets up and realize I barely slept. The sun is shining into the room. The night was hard. I could hardly sleep in the tight restraints, but that was probably also due to the heavy thoughts that were troubling me. Yesterday was really too much. I can’t do this. My mind is made up: As soon as I can make the decision, I will leave Bob.

My only concern is whether he’ll actually allow it. Sure, he’ll ostensibly give me the choice. Bob has never lied to me; he keeps his word. On the surface. Because in the end, he always gets what he wants. Will he manipulate me? He still has plenty of time to brainwash me. Or will he trick me somehow? In any case, he’ll want to make it look like I made the decision myself. I spent the whole night wondering how he’d go about it.

Bob comes back to bed with me, where I’m still wrapped in the leather straps. He lies down next to me and cuddles. I don’t respond, trying to keep my distance, not letting myself be seduced. Still, it feels good. Bob plays with me until my cock is hard again. “Yesterday wasn’t easy for you. I thought we’d take a little trip today. I wanted to show you some of the beautiful scenery. We’ll leave after breakfast!”

Bob always manages to surprise me. I’m happy to finally be able to get out again. He won’t be able to lead me on a leash, or in handcuffs. A little bit of freedom. But I remain suspicious—I still remember the “party” well.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 01

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Chapter 1: The Pit’s Call

Steel Bites – Shadows Grip

By Restrained4U

The bitter cold of a November night gripped the air outside Marcus’s cabin, secluded deep in the woods. Inside, a grand fireplace roared, its polished stone mantel casting a golden glow across the cedar-paneled room, mingling with sleek, warm lights recessed in the ceiling.

Four friends lounged across top-tier furniture – Marcus sprawled in a tufted leather club chair, Jamie, 31, wiry and sharp-featured with a short, carefree black mess of hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of a storm, a glint of restless naivety in eyes that had seen scraps and storms without learning the scars, sprawled across the plush depths of a charcoal-gray sectional.

Leo, a lean, 25-year-old surfer who chased waves and thrills with equal reckless abandon, his sun-bleached blonde hair catching the firelight as he perched on a cushioned barstool by a gleaming marble kitchen island.

Ryan leaning against a wall beside a towering abstract artwork – a six-foot strip of molded black leather, its taut curves framed in glinting stainless steel, stretching vertically in a silent challenge against the wall.

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Chain Gang – Part 03

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By slaveobjectx

The Cut

Then, to my surprise, only my cage was unlocked; they both grabbed me, unlocked the cuffs and dragged me out, cuffing my hands again behind my back. The other men were left where they were; apparently they had to stay for a while, or perhaps still had to be transported to some other place.

I was stiff and could scarcely stand but they gave me no time to collect myself but hauled me up and dragged me indoors. I had just time to see that night had almost fallen, and that I had arrived in a kind of compound, surrounded by high stone walls. This was no flimsy little structure but a real, high security prison, from which there wouldn’t any chance of escape. Anybody entering against his will surely had to give up hope at once that’d he’d ever come out unless released. I was shit-scared by now, thinking that I was entering into a nightmare now, and that there was no way out.

I was dragged down a corridor with bare brick walls, only occasionally broken up by a metal door, until we came to a halt outside one of these. The taller pig knocked on the door, and, not waiting for an answer, I was marched inside. A uniformed governor, tall, greying, middle-aged but good-looking, was talking to a few of his associates. He looked up briefly.

‘One of the new slaves?’

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My Pal Jock and the Unexpected Door – Part 1

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By Hunter Perez

My brother was getting married in Calgary and he asked me to attend the ceremony. When I informed Simon that I would be traveling to Canada for the wedding, he volunteered to be my plus-one and added, “This way, we can have our honeymoon before we get married.”

Of course, marrying Simon was the last thing on my mind, so I diplomatically – or dishonestly, depending how you view it – informed him the ceremony would be a small affair for immediate family only. When he started to sulk, I offered him the consolation prize of house-sitting my apartment during my absence. This was a godsend to him, as he was having problems at home – his roommate was unhappy that Simon somehow set fire to their kitchen while making toast. Well, those things happen if you’re Simon.

My week in Calgary was a lot of fun, but the journey home was torture – I had to get up at 3:00 a.m. to be at the airport for a 5:00 a.m. flight to Toronto, where I would change planes to fly home. Unfortunately, the Toronto flight was delayed for several hours, and the ride from the airport during the afternoon rush hour traffic was an assault on the senses. And all through this horrific journey, I imagined that I would find my residence reduced to Simon-fueled wreckage.

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The Ashtray

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By Rubrpig

As usual, the author is in Wescos, nipple clamps, body harness, and a locked posture collar.  It is also still locked in a chastity belt, and it has been locked up for 3 years.

Roger was sitting in front of his laptop getting increasingly frustrated as the code he was working on just wasn’t working out.  Sighing, he stood up and stretched.  As usual when working on coding at home, he was wearing a heavy leather jock strap and a fully body harness.  To add some incentive, he had put on a pair of eagle talon nipple clamps and a 1-ounce weight on each clamp just to make sure the clamps dug in deeper into his pierced nipples.  He looked around his apartment and decided what he needed to do was get out and relax.  He quickly logged onto the Eagle’s website to check out what was happening there and saw that it was a Leather and Cigar night.

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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 13

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By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 13: Stage Struck

“Thanks for the gossip,” 8363 said.  “You know how it turns me on.”

“Anything to serve,” I said.

“You definitely like serving the Colonel.”

If you can shrug when you’re wrapped up in a bunk with the guy you’re shrugging at, I shrugged.

“Too bad,” he said, “that he’s just running a test.”

“Yeah.  To see if I’ve been tamed.  He said he could tame me, and he was right.  He’s got his answer.”

“Actually, he’s testing himself.”

“Sure, sure.”

“You can’t fuck something that doesn’t get you hard.”

“So?”

“So you think he likes being turned on by the tool he’s made out of you?  I like it, but that’s because I’m a tool myself.”

“I’m glad you’re screwed onto me.”

We played for a while.  He had an amazing tongue—great in my mouth, great on my toes, great when it slithered across my bald head.  Then he told me, “He’s testing himself to see if he wants to be like you.  If he wants to be tamed . . . punished . . .  shackled . . . worked . . . .”

“Who cares?  Just keep doing what you’re doing . . . .”

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The Trucker – Part 06

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By Tigerkey, edited and approved by Steellock

Note: This is a continuation of a story by Steellock. This chapter is by Tigerkey. To start at the very beginning, click here.

I keep dreaming of the different things that might happen to me in the hands of Jim, Jess and of course the Trucker while I can smell the leather around me. Having my mind going nonstop and not knowing what they might have in store for me, I wake up. I feel different as in not able to move and thinking Oh shit what’s happened to me, my arms and legs won’t move. But I didn’t know when I passed out that one of the thing’s I’d spoken to Jess about was being put on display on Matt’s bench in the window in some Segufix, but just the wrists and ankles.

He and Jim had helped this come to life and they had some nice pictures for keepsakes for me and the Trucker, and of course some for Jim to show how different sized people can fit into the gear he sells in the shop. So, in the end I come around and am not sure where I am until I realise that I’m being held by someone or something I start to move my head.

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