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Echo Grove – Part 05

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By Stormbound

gay bondage stories by StormboundAfter Brad left, we sat there in silence for a few minutes, ‘Liam’ holding my stiffly mitted hand in his. As I sat there thinking about how I was already feeling pretty warm and a little sweaty in the heavy leather suit I started to feel another urge too. ‘Liam’ felt me squirm and asked me what was wrong.

With my other mitted hand I indicated towards my waist, and he immediately understood, saying “Ah, you have to go to the bathroom!”. I stiffly nodded my leather encased head in the affirmative.

‘Liam’ rubbed my back saying “Yeah, I guess Brad forgot to clean us out earlier, he usually does it during my bath but with two of us today I guess he forgot. The night orderly will let you go pretty soon before feeding you dinner so try and hold it until then. Trust me, you don’t want to know what happens if you mess your diaper.”

I groaned a little at that news to which ‘Liam’ shushed me reminding me that ‘Josh’ was supposed to stay quiet and not make noise. I nodded my understanding and settled in to resist the discomfort in my bladder and colon until the orderly arrived.

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Officer Swift – Part 1

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By straitjacketkwf2

Waking up from modern sedation is something that I will never get used to. I heard the voice in the blackness, “Wake up, Mr. Swift.” I felt someone shaking my shoulders and repeating, “Mr. Swift, you need to wake up.” From the blackness I opened my eyes and saw a figure leaning over me. I tried to sit up but was firmly held down.

“Mr. Swift,” the man above me spoke in an authoritative voice, “I will need your assistance in changing your diaper.”

Diaper! What was he talking about? Only then did I feel the dampness around my groin. I tried to sit up, but my arms were held tight against my chest. I could not move my arms. I raised my head and saw the white canvas that covered my arms and chest. “What is going on?” I asked. “And who are you? Where am I?” The questions streamed out as I regained my mind from the fog of the drug.

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The New Academy – Part 03

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By Rubrpig

This is a work of fiction loosely based on a fabled facility, The Academy.

The author writes chained into a chair, wearing Wesco boots, a Carrara chastity belt, a heavy leather posture collar and nipple clamps as required by his Master and Owner. It has been locked in the chastity belt for 3 years and has agreed to it being made permanent.

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The other officers in the room finished with their prisoners and they all left the barracks room and turned off the lights.  Gary laid there in the darkness and moaned as his cock got hard again and the head of his cock pressed against the spikes in his cock tube.  He tried shifting but the restraints held him, and he grunted into the muzzle.  The other men in the room with him moaned periodically as well.  He wondered what time it was as he had become disorientated during the first session strapped in the chair.  He realized that he had not seen any windows in the facility, so he had no idea if it was night or day.  He slowly fell asleep.

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My Rockview Mental Institution Stay – Part 3: Progressive Bondage

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By Straitjacketkwf2

Except for attachments on the wall for standup restraint there was a special bed with dozens of attachment points, a grey vinyl prison mattress two padded cuffs for the wrist and two padded cuffs for the ankles. I lay down on the bed’s mattress with my head resting on the prison vinyl pillow. Both orderlies working in tandem quickly placed the padded leather cuffs around my wrist and locked them closed after adjusting for size. They were already secured to the sides of the bed. My ankles were next. I felt my legs being forced apart, my ankles being placed in the padded cuffs and locked in place. I was in bondage. A locking leather strap was threaded between the wrist cuffs and over my stomach, pulling my arms inward towards my body. No side-to-side movement of the wrists was possible. The same procedure was done with the ankle cuffs, and my limbs were frozen in place. Four point restraint.

A three-inch-wide strap was threaded under my left arm, over my chest and under my right arm, and both sides were secured to anchor points on the side. A second three-inch-wide canvas belt pulled taught over my legs between my crotch and knees. Six point restraint.

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