Jay Hypno writes stories on various kinky topics, including hypnosis, chastity, fetish gear, financial domination, older guys controlled by younger, and more.
Normally I’m a dom in the playroom — but sometimes I just need my hands off the wheel and to let go, and luckily I have some good outlets for that. I let him know that I just need a few hours heavily restrained and not in control, but I really have no idea what he has planned, but it never disappoints.
Before I head over I let him know that I was locking my cock up under my clothes and that I would have my remote vibrating plug sealed in nicely and ready for him to enjoy. So I drove over after work and kept getting delayed because of rain. If you’ve never driven in Atlanta in the rain…. It’s an adventure straight out of Mad Max Fury Road but without the hot gear…. Well I guess there is some gear. I get over to his place and the garage door is already open and waiting on me so I head on in, and the house is super quiet. He must already be downstairs plotting and waiting for the meat to arrive. As I descend the stairs into the playroom I can already smell the faint cigar that lingers in the space and my dick tries to throb in the cage it’s been so tightly packed in for a few hours.
Getting to the bottom of the stairs I see him finishing moving some equipment around already dressed in just a jock and boots as he adjusts the chains on the floating table that I assume is going to be my resting spot for the day. Walking up to him to give him a big kiss I can immediately smell his masculine musk from the gym and my dick burps out some more precum into my shorts. FUCK I’m so god damn horny already. Then he reaches up and grazes both my nipples in unison and I am sent to the fucking MOON.
Epilogue 1 – Explanations
“Revolution for prison; recent developments in implant interfacing have triggered significant change in incarceration. Prisoners will only experience their sentences mentally while their physical bodies experience only a small fraction of their sentences.”
Luke returned the tablet after listening to the
“Mr Dominique, are you sure you -“
“Yes. As Subject L, I understand perfectly how this stuff works.”
“No,” the officer stood up, “I’m asking if you need some clothes.”
Luke chuckled. “Officer Dunn, it’s summer. That and I’m gonna be posing for a photo shoot all day, so underwear will be all I need to really wear anyway.”
“Will you be alright? You can use Pleroma under supervision for now, but as it is, some of its…functions have to be removed.
Part 14 – The Speed of Light is Faster than the Speed of Sound by an Approximated Factor of At Least 882,000
Good prisoners suffer.
Get forced to wake, drag bricks one mile, get teleported back into the bed, get fed paste through pipes, run to the cart and drag bricks back the other way, get teleported back into the bed, get fed paste through pipes, and get shocked to sleep.
Good prisoners suffer.
Over and over, over and over.
Over and over, over and over.
“Slave, go outside, just as you are.”
The bodybuilder, with eyes as blank as his broad canvas of a back, marched straight out of the front door and knelt on the sidewalk, chastity cage dangling as seductively as the precum did from the cage.
Part 11 – conversion1
There was some panic as Luke found himself waking up in a bag, being transported in a van like that last abduction experience.
He gasped for air – a futile act that was quickly followed by the bag crumpling into his face with such speed that he promptly calmed down.
More probably, someone must have smashed their palm into Luke’s face to stop his breathing as a threat. And more accurately, Luke calmed down only to the extent that one could if they were naked in a bag and getting kidnapped.
In truth, Luke was quivering in profound fear. He drew smaller yet shallower breaths, and uncontrollably whimpered –
Luke’s implant must have been switched off in order to set him up as he was – his headache was quickly subsiding, but for the few seconds the pain was at its apex, it felt like death.
Part 2 – clubsslave1_var_alpha-v1.3_06/15/20XX
“Changed some stuff according to your comments,” Matt said as he drove Luke, who was deep in contemplation.
Luke met Matt in high school, and Matt was clearly a man of dreams, often big dreams, and too often pipe dreams. Naturally, he did not think he would return for another test.
That said, now that they were both 30, things were very different; Matt knew what he was doing.
Matt operated out of a house in an unstable environment. Situated in an area just between the high and mighty glass and steel skyscrapers and the crime-infested slums, nicknamed “The Twilight Band, the house had once belonged to two prestigious gang members, and most recently an infamously far-gone drug addict and smuggler on the side, who sold the house for cheap in order to sate his endless want for amphetamines and cocaine.
Note: This story originally appeared at Gay Spiral Stories, and it is posted here with permission.
The 5 Lucky Ticket Winners
30-year-old Charlie layed restless in the bed of his apartment. He could not take his eyes off of the email he had just received. A notice from one of his favorite BDSM news sites stating that Mr.Gray was going to be re-opening his kink factory for 4 lucky guests for the first time in 20 years for a special tour. Charlie had heard many tales about this place from others in the kink community. That the stuff that took place there was beyond the real of possibility. Magic. He had always wanted to see for himself. The end of the email stated that 4 tickets would be sent through the mail. Charlie turned his phone screen off Trying to get some actual sleep and calm down his hopes and excitement.
Charlie woke up and turned on the news and much to his dismay had seen that 3 people had already won.
First was a man from Georgia. A middle aged heavy set bear type guy named Adam. He bragged about being the first to receive one. He stated in the interview that he was more curious to see what was so special about Mr.Gray. he was a Dom himself.
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