It’s past two o’clock in the morning in a quiet upscale neighborhood. Two disguised men have crossed a lawn belonging to one of the larger homes at the end of the street’s cul-de-sac. Using a suction cup and glass cutter, they break into one of the side windows of the darkened house.
They look like classic burglars. Dressed in blue jeans and long sleeve shirts, they’re wearing latex gloves with black neoprene ski masks disguising their faces. One is tall and broad shouldered. The other is average height and slim. Both of them are wearing light backpacks.
The thieves make their way through the rooms with flashlights, assuming no one is home. They’d be casing out this house. When they reach the living room, however, they notice evidence to the contrary. The TV is still on with a PlayStation console connected to it and the game menu on the screen. The fresh smell of pizza and weed is in the air as they notice a pizza box on the coffee table next to a bong.
They’re not alone after all. But they’re prepared for such contingencies as they remove duct tape and several plastic zip tie cables from their backpacks.
Continue reading Robbed and Humiliated
By Joshua Ryan
The Haute Cuisine de Paris Select Tour … Mike had finally agreed to book it … I was lingering on a foggy street on the Ile Saint-Louis … Then from somewhere — some seventeenth century house? Some charming local church? — a bell was clanging. “Cmon,” Mack said. “Ain’t got all day.” He was already on his way to the shit holes, where a line had formed — a line of identical packages of rocklike muscles dressed in identical boxers and tees. A dream, and a nightmare.
I was one of the last to get to the holes, so I was glad I’d shat my guts out the night before, and all I needed to do was piss. I didn’t bother to line up for the sink. I went back to my bunk and started turning myself into the image of Mack, who had already dressed.
I can’t say they didn’t give us enough time. It was all hurry up and wait for our turn at the Chow Hall. While waiting, the workies shot the shit with each other, paying no attention to me. They weren’t interested anymore. I wasn’t new. I just stood by my bunk until Boss Web yelled, “Awright, make your line!” and we all marched off to the chow palace. Bill of fare: egg and cheese on bun, grits on the side. Hearty food! What you’d get in a fast food place, if the place was about to be closed by the health inspectors. Also a cup of coffee. No cream, no sugar, but the first coffee I’d had since I signed those papers. By the time I got through with it, I was so high that Ace came up beside me and said, “Coffee. It happened to me too. My first day. Watch your step. I don’t want you havin any accidents.”
Continue reading The WORC Program – Part 09
Most of this story is true, and if there is interest it can be continued.
It all started out with my interest in bondage of all kinds, especially Law Enforcement, Military and Prison settings. For years I traveled all over the country to participate in heavy metal bondage actions.
I had made several trips to The Academy, and its later brother – The Training Center. Several trips to west coast areas and Washington State, and as we all know some of these trips work out great and others not so great.
So keeping that in mind I wanted to relay my most recent experience — a different kind of bondage experience in this Covid situation.
I had responded and had a conversation with a man into prisoner control. In fact we eventually determined that we were in the same general area. Although we have exchanged emails we never actually met in person. Finally it was decided that we should meet. Now his idea was different, he wanted to try something non-traditional. Being starved for any kind of action I was of course interested in pursuing a meeting.
Continue reading Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 01
I lay there, fully naked, bent over a metal cage, my legs tied to the bottom back corners, my arms tied out and toward the top front corners of the cage, my neck locked in a collar clipped to the cage, my whole body still aching from the past hour. I saw my roommate and captor Bryan, out of the corner of my eye, in the kitchen preheating the oven.
“Is pizza good?” He asked me, as if I had any control of the situation whatsoever.
“Yeah man,” I said, “thanks.”
Bryan walked over to me and ran his hands through my hair. He ran his fingers down my spine, sending a tingle through my body. He slid his hand along my ass and lightly tickled my taint before passing me to walk down the hall, out of my very limited view.
A few minutes later I heard him walking back. He sat something on the table behind me, and walked over in front of me. In the time he’d been gone he’d stripped down to a black speedo. Whether he’d changed into that or been wearing it under his clothes all day was anyone’s’ guess. He knelt down in front of me, to be at face level, and pulled an open mouth spider gag from behind his back. It was one of our other roommate Jordan’s toys; they don’t do a great job keeping you quiet, but they do make anything you say complete gibberish, and more importantly keeps your mouth open so a dom can use your throat however they choose. I opened my mouth and obediently let Bryan strap it on me.
Continue reading Roommate Bondage Arrangement – Part 02
By Jackson Amacher
Daniel stared at the ten naked athletes in front of him. Being blindfolded, they couldn’t know he was there. Being gagged, they couldn’t shout out for him to leave. And with their hands chained above their heads, they had no say in anything that was about to happen.
For Daniel, it was a fascinating sight. He knew all of these guys after four years of college at Dawson Military Academy. But, always in their clothes. Daniel had only imagined what they looked like naked. It fascinated him to see what he had gotten wrong and right.
He loved how Jimmy’s abs stretched to the side as he struggled with his chain, hopelessly trying to set himself free. He thought it was fascinating how, despite Steve’s nice Italian looks and dark nipples, that his dick was so tiny, almost lost in a bush of pubic hair.
Daniel tried to decide which sport produced the best bodies. He would have thought basketball. Gregg’s tall, thin body would ordinarily turn Daniel on. Still did. But Gregg, standing there next to so many excellent specimens, paled by comparison.
Continue reading The Rules of the Game – Chapter 01
When I was in the army, we did attend several Commando Courses along my career. I remember once we had one in a place I won’t quote, as there is no real interest in the place location. On week one, we had a lot of training and learning skill. At the beginning of the second week, we had to use what we have learnt the previous week. They wanted us to practice too after a period of stress, specially a “risk run” up and down the fort. For getting the stress they wanted us to get, we had to spend about three hours in a cage.
Let me describe the surroundings. The fort was by the seaside. We could have a nice view on the ocean, and parts of the walls were falling into the sea. On one end, there were moat and rocks that were filled with water at upper tide and almost empty and very damp and muddy at lower tide. This was the period they would love us to run or crawl in stinky mud. On the other side of the fort, it was the beginning of a wild sand beach. As it was a military property, no civilians were allowed miles around.
Training was rough and efficient, and most men enjoyed it a lot as it was really challenging you.
Continue reading Overnight Cage Training
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He grabbed my face with his left hand and pulled it so I was facing straight into his. “You sure you want to go through with this?”
“Yes Sir” I blurted out
He hesitated for a second or two. “Think boi. Remember what we said. Say no and things remain the same between us. I won’t think any less of you and you’re not to think you failed in any way. Say yes and you can scream to the angels, Christ and the fucking gods above, I ain’t stopping till I’ve finished.”
I hesitated for a few seconds.
“Yes or No?”
I looked straight into his large brown eyes that stared straight back at me from under the black leather executioner style hood he wore.
Continue reading The Need