Teddy Bear Wants a Snack
Alec is a good slave. This is NOT up for debate.
When I give him orders, he follows them flawlessly. Regardless of what I do to him, he seems to be able to take it in stride.
When we have down time together, he naps, cradled in my arms. The time displayed on the clock no longer provides context to my life; minutes, hours, days lose meaning.
Moments aggregate in stealth and clump into a whole afternoon. My heart melts to goo, and my body feels like floating. Before I know it, I mirror his smile on my face, and scratch his irresistible beard in bliss.
Then he laughs gently, and I stop thinking. Whatever work I set out to do, however crucial, then becomes inconsequential.
Continue reading Teddy Bear – Part 03
This is a vintage shoot from the men of Serious Male Bondage, showing Yossie’s very own jail cell!
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Title of this shoot: RESIDENTIAL JAIL CELL
The Master (Duncan Ku) summons Caged Jock to meet him for an interview in the men’s Spa. The first and only important question is, “Are you willing to bow down to me?” Once that is established the deal is sealed with a hot submissive fuck in the bathhouse area of the spa. Caged Jock kneels, opens his mouth and gladly sucks down the Master’s relentless cock. Then he spreads his butt open as the Master licks his cock, nutsack and smooth crack. But instead of inducing Caged Jock to offer his ass as token of his total obedience, the Master strips off his business shirt and requires the new inductee to slam his cock into Duncan himself.
On all fours with butt perched high, the Master sighs with anticipation as Caged Jock eats his quivering hole. “Yeah, fuckin’ tight!” he groans as the cruel boss responds “Ohh, fuck it deep!” Plowing in raw with a generous spurt of lube, Caged Jock drills balls deep into the Master’s tight ass. Duncan’s powerful thighs tense, every vein and muscle in stark relief as he spreads his legs for the final deep drive. Caged Jock pulls out just in time to splatter his sticky load over the Master’s heavy nuts and uncut tool. Obedience proved, Caged Jock gets the job.
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Is anyone out there able to help me? I am stuck here, all my clothing has been taken and I have been left wearing this tight rubber catsuit which I can’t remove, as the entry zipper which runs from the top of the attached hood down my back and thru my crotch can’t be un-zipped past the posture collar that is locked around my neck nor past the thick rubber corset which is also locked around my waist.
I have been trapped in this suit for two days now and the tight rubber has become very uncomfortable and rank with my sweat (fortunately I can at least un-zip my crotch to relieve myself all though I am wearing a locked steel chastity belt shaped to fit around my waist under the catsuit ) I have been living on bread and water and liquid protein which I can just slowly work into my mouth through the small mouth opening in the hood, the stiff posture collar and tight heavy corset make my movements painful and breathing labored.
The attached gloves and rubber boots squish with the accumulated sweat. there is nothing in this room I can use to cut off this suit and it would be impossible to cut thru the thick collar and corset anyway. “He” warned me not to damage the suit in such an attempt or he would never unlock the chastity belt. Leaving me here in this small room two days ago “He” left thru the unlocked door. (“Where would you go dressed like that and without any money, it’s miles back to your place,” He laughed, “you would probably get the crap beat out of you by the local street punks before you got to the end of the block, and if that happened and your suit got damaged you can forget about ever getting out of that chastity belt, boi.”)
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It was crazy what we were doing. Why? Adin was clearly devastated, just as I had been the day before. But this was his second time, and I knew in my heart that I would do it again if I got the chance. Even knowing that while it was happening, I would know, again, beyond any doubt, that I had made a terrible mistake. Even before Adin showed up with his improbable drug, I had spent a lot mental energy on figuring out ways to make that unbearable feeling last. I had told Adin that this drug was too much, way too much, because the need outweighed the pleasure; but at this point I was wondering how many doses were in the canister, if I’d ever get my hands on it again, and if Adin or someone would administer the rites, as it were.
I said ‘Adin or someone’, but I meant Adin. I had received his message loud and clear, I thought, about our relationship; but this was something else. We now shared a bond of a different sort. It really was a rite, a rite of passage, that we two, and no one else, had survived. I had called it a near-religious experience, but now I was taking the notion more seriously. I knew, for instance, that if I ever did find someone I cared about as deeply as I did Adin, that I would want him to share this rite with me, with us.
Adin had quieted down. “Fuck me.” he said. He said it in the tone that meant jeez I’m over-wrought .
“So, would you say stimulation adds a little something to the overall experience? You should be taking notes, you know. For science.”
Continue reading Side Effects – Chapter 8
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A few moments later Daniel was ringing the bell at Zac’s. Zac made his way from the bedroom to the front door, carefully opening it so that he wouldn’t be on display to any potential neighbors passing by. Daniel entered and took in the sight of his well-built neighbor locked in steel — and he again liked what he was seeing. Just like Nick, Zac looked great in steel restraints.
“Well boy, looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle, doesn’t it? How long you been locked up, boy?”
“Since last night. Actually had to try and sleep like this, and that’s not easy.”
“Well, do you want out, or do you want to stay locked up a while longer?” Daniel said with a wicked grin and a wink of the eye.
“I think I’m ready to be set free,” Zac said as he offered his locked wrists to Daniel.
Daniel instead handed Zac the keys so that he could watch him remove the manacles himself. He enjoyed watching a guy unlock himself every now and then. Zac then handed over the transport set to Daniel along with the box they came in.
Continue reading Nick and Daniel – Part 7
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“Well tails of course.” Zac laughed.
The coin hit the ground and flipped a couple times, tails side up.
“Guess it’s your lucky night, boy. Let’s get you out of that Darby set.”
Daniel stared at the leg irons, working his way up to the neck collar. The shirtless neighbor boy was now free of the metal that once imprisoned him. He rubbed his wrists and felt around his neck, and he couldn’t help but think that it seemed as though something was missing. Strange how all that metal, once it’s no longer locked on, creates that feeling, he thought to himself.
“That’s a pretty intense set to say the least. Enjoyed the cookout, guys, but I should be getting back to hit the rack,” Zac said.
He gave Daniel a firm handshake and turned to Nick to do the same and chuckled that Nick was shaking his hand while still in the full transport set.
“Guess we forgot about this one, huh Daniel!”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll let him loose in a little while — or maybe just keep him like that until morning — guess it’s up to me since I have all the keys,” Daniel said as he threw a wink to Zac.
Continue reading Nick and Daniel – Part 6
I woke before Adin. I actually felt pretty rested. We had moved around in our sleeps, so it was easy to slip out of bed without waking him. I stood staring at him for a while. God he was so beautiful! And he was in my bed. I rubbed the front of my chastity belt in appreciation.
I looked down. Like I usually do, I had morning wood, squeezed on all sides by the steel tube. Was I still in the grip of that devastating drug? Right then, there was no difference.
I ambled in to the bathroom and drained my bladder. This time I was able to clean up the belt properly. As I was sitting on the john, I thought back on the night before. It was physically and emotionally the most intense night of my life. I felt another surge of gratitude for my friend Adin. I wondered how I could return the favor.
That’s when I had a wicked idea.
It was very wicked. My cock struggled to split the steel tube it was in.
I knew it was wicked, but hadn’t Adin said something about me needing to go with my feelings? I thought about this as I went back to my bedroom.
He was still asleep.
Continue reading Side Effects – Chapter 6