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Captured by The Cavalry — Part 02

By Rubrpig

After my final night at the Barracks with my new commanding officers, my mind was a tumble of images. I got back to my hotel and packed my gear as my flight home was in the morning.

After checking through security and customs, I sat in the departure lounge of Heathrow Terminal 2 waiting for flight to be called on the departure boards. I finally was able to stop and think about what had happened over the previous two weeks and especially what happened the previous night. I grabbed my computer bag and pulled out the folder of documents which I had been given by my Officers after I had signed them. I read through them and the reality of what I had done sunk in like the Captain slamming me in the gut with his favourite weighted gloves.

I had willingly joined the Royal Army specifically the Blues and Royals as a trooper. The papers also included the assignment to the ceremonial unit once basic training was completed. The reality hit me hard and I knew that I had a lot of work to accomplish once I got home. I slumped in my seat and wondered what the future was going to hold.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 09

By lthr_jock

As Clark walked out of the house, Vickers marvelled at the sight of the prison guard wearing head to toe rubber. He knew that the additives he had put in the man’s drink would increase his arousal, but he never anticipated that they would make him so relaxed and open-minded. Talking to Clark it was clearly the same man, just a man with his inhibitions lowered. Vickers watched Clark drive away, then was back onto his computer to review the film he now had of Clark putting on the rubber. He pulled out his cock and stroked it at the sight of the tall, muscled man covering up with the gleaming black rubber. He grinned with pleasure and added the film to his private collection of films of Clark that he had taken since Clark had first come over to collect the Scavenger’s Daughter. Vickers had been very careful with those files – they had been shared with a very few select friends, each time with dire warnings not to share them with anyone else.




Clark drove home, enjoying the way the rubber moved and stretched with every movement of his body. He was also aware of the sounds that it made as he moved and the strong smell of the rubber – a smell which got stronger as his body heated the rubber up. It was a warm day and although the sun was low on the horizon, it was still enough to make him sweat. He could feel the trickles of it down his body under the rubber and even that served to arouse him. He reached down with his left hand and stroked the bulge of his cock, which was still rock hard under the rubber. Clark loved the feel of the pressure through the rubber without the direct contact and he could feel pre-cum leaking out of his cock.

Clark pulled up short – his reverie had almost made him drive through a red light. He carried on stroking his cock with one hand until a shout disturbed him. He looked to the right and saw the familiar shape of a pickup truck. Leaning out of the window was the same guy that had seen him driving around in slave chains a few weeks before.

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By slavebladeboi

Adam smelled the coffee brewing and very soon heard it coming, or rather heard his slave bringing it. The heavy steel chain between Ben’s ankles dragged slowly across the wooden floor as he brought the tray into the room.

Adam pointed to the table next to his recliner and carried on reading. It took several seconds for him to realise something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t something he heard, it was something he didn’t hear. He didn’t hear the sound of the chain being dragged back to the kitchen.


I’m sorry Adam.

What? Something clutched at Adam’s stomach. For the past 9 months he’d been either Master or Sir, never Adam.

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