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The Contest

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I was checking out some profiles on internet sites I frequented when I noticed the article. There was an upcoming event in my city, and this time there was a call for subs to be selected and paired up with doms. I was a sub, and considered myself to be attractive to other guys. I thought about whether I wanted to participate in such an arrangement. I didn’t respond, but the seed was planted. I thought about it the rest of the day, which I spent at work.

That night, I had made my decision, and responded that I’d like to participate. I received a form to fill out. There were several requirements, including proof that I was HIV negative and providing a copy of some form of identification that showed my picture and proof of age. I provided the necessary information. A response came that I would be one of the participants, and gave information about where I was to report. The event was still a couple of months away, and I waited. Soon it had slipped my mind as the normal activity of life took over, but I had made a note on my calendar.

When the date finally arrived, I was ready. I showed up early just in case there would be problems with traffic. Even as early as I was, there were others who had also arrived. We got to talking, and I found that I compared favorably with the others. Some were anxious, while others were pretty blasé about the event, having experienced similar in the past. In my case, it was my first, which I told others, and got some advice from them.

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The Auction – Part 02

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By Eckie

I woke up from the noise of the cage being opened. It took a little to realize where I was, caught in rubber at the mercy of someone I didn’t even know who he was until now. Even though I did not have the best rest, I slept enough to be ok. The zip of the heavy rubbersack was opened and I was let out of it and ordered on my knees. ‘Breakfast time’ I heard him say and he took my hand and placed a bottle in it. ‘Drink it all; take your time, but rink it all before I get you ready.’ It didn’t taste any special, I guessed it was some mixture out of proteins, vitamins and other essentials I would need after that past evening and night. I finished quite quickly, but when I put down the empty bottle I immediately got another one pressed in my hand, he must have been watching me while I had the first bottle.

‘Here’s the next one, and another two are still waiting, boy’ I heard him say. With the catheter in my dick I would not be able to piss until he opens it, so I was hoping I would not feel the need of pissing so soon.

Having emptied all 4 of the bottles I was rather filled, but felt well again. He now stood me up and led me to another room. I was pushed on to some bench or table, straps securing my upper body on it, my arms pulled forward and cuffed at the end of that bench, my legs spread and fixed to the legs of that bench, some more straps added to the upper arms and upper legs and I wasn’t able to move very much again anymore.

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Iowa Cowboy – Part 10

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By Atlanta Stud

A few hours later I was instructed to check on Brody and provide him with some water. That was the first time I had seen him with the hood and added transport belt. I pulled up the spandex hood just enough to clear his mouth, let him take in as much of the water as he wanted and promptly pulled the hood back down. Not an easy task when one’s locked up in transport shackles, by the way.

“Gotta say, Brody, that hood’s a nice touch. You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” I got a nod of approval from the prisoner.

“Looks like I got just what I asked for, doesn’t it Jake? Sucks we gotta leave in a day. We’ll need to come back and do this again.”

“Well I can’t stay long. Don’t want to get myself into any trouble with the Warden up there, but I’m sure you’ll be checked on again before we hit the rack.”

“Thanks Jake. By the way, I hope you’re enjoying that cock cage. Bet you’re loving it, huh Cowboy? Just wait ’til you get morning wood!” Brody said with an evil chuckle.

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Iowa Cowboy – Part 09

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By Atlanta Stud

Morning couldn’t arrive fast enough for me. I wanted out of the cuffs that held me to the bed post and into the kitchen for some coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon, that’s all I could think about. But alas, I was on hold until Dave got back from fetching Brody out of his room.

“OK Army boy let’s get you out of the rack and here’s the key to the cock cage. I’ll let you do the honors. Once you’re done, you’ll be released from the transport set, I want you on your knees with your hands behind your head while I lock the leg cuffs on. Your gear for the next 24 hours will be the fatigues, boots and leg cuffs. No shirt. If I don’t have any trouble with you, I won’t put you in handcuffs, but I promise you that I’ll snap ’em on in a heartbeat if necessary.”

Dave returned with a shirtless Brody, his dog tags resting between his hot pecs and the rattling leg cuff chains in tow; both of them now at the foot of the bed just looking at me like I was an animal snared in a net.

“Well, what should we do with this one?” Dave asked Brody. It wasn’t so much a question being asked to Brody as it was a statement as to what they were going to do with me. Brody looked at Dave, first with a hint of a puzzled look on his face that quickly turned into an evil grin. I’ve seen that look on him before, and I instantly got a chill up my spine.

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Iowa Cowboy – Part 08

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By Atlanta Stud

Brody swallowed hard and was barely able to get out a “Yes, Sir” response to Dave. One quickly realizes how little control he has when he’s buck naked with the exception of wearing a locked chastity device and legcuffs. Dave removed my hinged cuffs and had me clean up the ‘barber shop’ floor while Brody, having free wrists, was instructed to make up his bunk in addition to a few other chores.

With the chores out of the way, Dave called us back to the living area for ‘inspection’ as he put it and told Brody that he’s done well since this morning and he would be rewarded with a pair of sneaks to protect his feet from the old hardwood floors of the cabin. That drew a smile to Brody’s face until he saw that Dave was issuing him my sneaks — and let me tell you those sneaks have, let’s say a character all their own after many wearings without socks and with socks that haven’t seen a washer in several days.

“Your choice, inmate, either stay barefoot, or lace ’em on. I’ll give you five seconds to decide.”

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Iowa Cowboy – Part 07

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By Atlanta Stud

Dave had yet to take his shower that morning when all this took place, so he announced that he would be getting it in while we stayed locked up in the living area, but not before he repositioned my hands behind my back, double locking the cuffs and unlocking the shackle around Brody’s right ankle and locking it around my right ankle. We stood there for a few minutes taking it all in. I mean seriously, what the hell just happened in under 24 hours?! I couldn’t help but look at Brody’s crotch. The bulge was even more prominent with the chastity device securely locked on.

“Does it hurt? Your cock being locked up in that thing?” I asked Brody.

“No dude, good thing, huh. Feels weird. I mean, I can feel my cock in that cage, but that’s it. I can’t feel my jock against my cock. It’s like your hands are in a set of boxing gloves. You can feel the gloves around your hands and wrists, but you can’t really feel much of a sensation from the exterior,” Brody said.

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Iowa Cowboy – Part 06

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By Atlanta Stud

After Dave led me (Jake) back to our room, he went back to Brody’s room to find him still standing in front of the mirror, tugging a bit on the cuffs locked through the ring on the transport belt. Standing directly behind him and putting his hands on Brody’s muscled shoulders, he leaned in and quietly said, “Yeah, that’s it stud, keep tugging on that metal you’re locked up in. Ironic that all that muscle you’ve worked so hard on can’t help you right now. But you like this, don’t you, not being in control. I could tell that first day you tried on those cuffs we bought. Bet you’re in ROTC for the same reason, so you can have someone telling you what to do. Am I right? Tell me I’m right, Brody.”

Brody turned to face Dave, swallowed hard and kept silent.

“Yeah, just what I thought, big boy. So here’s what I’m proposing for the week, and when I’m done with the proposal, you’ll have until morning to give me your answer as you’re locked to your bunk for the night. First, I’m the Warden around here and you’re the inmate. This week you’ll be wearing that jumpsuit that you seem to like so much, or you’ll be in your fatigues, boots and your new ARMY T or shirtless if the weather dictates. You’ll see what’s been issued to you each morning after you shower. At all times while indoors, at minimum you’ll be locked in legcuffs, but for now get your ass on that bunk.”

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