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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 07

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By R8080

Note: This is a continuation of a story from a while back. To start at Part 1, click here.

 

The fireplace was roaring. Alex could feel the heat building up in his suit, the water sloshing about between his two rubber skins.

He knelt, gas masked forehead pressed to the stone floor.

“Have you thought about what I asked?”

His Master had arrived. Alex didn’t dare sit-up until told to do so.

“Yes Sir.”

“And?”

“Sir, I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“No Sir. Your boi doesn’t know what he needs. Please Sir, please decide for me.”

A rubber boot appeared in Alex’s vision. It was white and, as it was used to raise Alex’s chin, he followed it up. White boot, attached to a white suit.

His Master was wearing the same thing Alex was. Suit, boots, and backpack. His gas mask was different, with a single mirrored visor. And the gloves on his hands actually had individual fingers!

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The After Party – Part 1

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By Pup Shaggy

I’d start by reciting the dream I had that night, but I can’t remember a damn second of it. All I know is that it must have been a good one because the wood I woke up with that morning was like a boats mast. I grinned, scratched my head, fondled my balls, and then turned my attention to my bed-pal.

I live in a student house, although I wouldn’t consider myself the regular ‘student’. Mostly I think it’s an age thing; you see while the average student is twenty something years old, I’m in my thirties, which then begs the question of why I’m staying in student accommodation. Long story short, I’m here working through a master’s degree my boss at work decided I should get; something about ‘increasing the prestige of the company’. I suppose a part of it is the mentality of it all as well; our differences in attitude. You see, while I tend to focus on more class work, their attitude is less aimed at their studies and more for partying and getting into trouble, as college students do. I’m not about to judge; I was that age once.

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Weekend With Jonas – Part 3

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By ty dehner

We arrive in the neon city and I think about me surrounded by all the people and glitz and I’m wearing a full rubber suit under my cowboy outfit. Will anyone even notice. Jonas knows right where he is going, and we end up parking at one the big casinos. As I get out of the car, I am self-conscious but that doesn’t stop Jonas and he gives me a shock to remind me of his power.

We head into the building and it isn’t long before he is sitting in front of an electronic machine and pressing buttons. I stand behind and to the side so I can see but he knows I am there. Each spin ends with me getting a shock or not. It seems that he is losing more than winning and I am learning quickly how to hide the pain that my cock and ass are experiencing. It’s not like there is lots of time between shocks as each spin last just seconds and Jonas immediately presses the button to start a new game. At the same time, he presses the button on his remote and I am shocked. He pauses after a good half hour of play and looks at me.

“I’m not doing too good boy, but this is the most fun I’ve had losing! I can hear your grunting each time I shock you. I love it!”

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The Purchase – Part 02

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By slavebladeboi

I woke up with a jolt. I’d sat leaning against the fuck bench looking at my new toy when I must have dropped off. For how long I didn’t know but I certainly had a stiff neck from the odd angle at which I was leaning and looking in front of me I soon had a stiff cock again too. There he was, sitting as best he could in the cage, which was about 4 feet square and 3 high. Not comfortable for that long apart from curling up in a foetal position. But he was there, staring out at me through the bars with his large blue eyes, still looking very apprehensive.

Right, I thought, let’s get on with this. I didn’t pay a small fortune to sit and look at him. Trouble was I felt I wanted to fuck him senseless and hold him tight to comfort him at the same time. Must get over this feeling! I got up, stretched my arms above my head and without being too obvious tried to show him the results of my extra work at the gym. Ok I wasn’t Schwarzenegger at his best but I could certainly handle anything this slave might throw at me. Not that I thought he would. Walking over to the cage, I remained silent, unlocked the door and opened it, indicating he should crawl forward. He remained on his hands and knees looking at the floor.

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The Purchase – Part 01

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By slavebladeboi

I don’t often purchase items off the internet, which may seem a strange thing to say for the head of an IT department for a largish company but I have this thing about wanting to touch and feel the items I’m buying. Pictures just don’t do it somehow. Anyway, that’s changed somewhat. I got to the end of an 18-month project that will save the company seven figure sums over the next few years and the bonus I got was out of this world. So I blew it, well most of it, on something I’ve wanted for ages and never had the means to buy. It’s taken nearly two months from order specification to delivery and today, this morning, the crate is standing in the room downstairs waiting for me and my crowbar.

It’s a heavy wooden crate, full of those bloody awful, tennis ball sized polystyrene balls that go everywhere as soon as you look at them and take ages to clear up. But it keeps the item safe which is more important.

I stood looking at the crate and then decided to take pics of the unveiling. So not wanting a full on video I decided to take one or two shots at regular intervals. The first pieces of wood came off quite easily, together with a small avalanche of white balls.

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Enjoying the Flight – Part 1

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By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 hinged handcuffs“Enjoy your flight!”

Right, because there’s much to enjoy about being stuffed like a sardine in a flying aluminum can for five hours… I take my bags and ticket toward the security line. The one enjoyable thing about the airport at 4am, is how fast the lines go. If there’s a line at all.

“Place any electronics larger than a cell phone in the bins… Shoes off. Coats off. Empty your pockets.”

“Nice boots!” The TSA officer whistled as I placed my black cowboy boots on the belt. “They even look new!”

“Thank you,” I replied as nicely as I could at the 4am hour. “They were a real find.”

“Beautiful!” He took a closer look at the white designs etched over the shiny black leather of my boots. He finally shook his head. “I can’t wear boots anymore, as they hurt my feet. But nothing compares to ‘em!”

“For sure,” I nodded. The TSA guy was cute. Beefy build, big arms, and clearly liked boots. If there was no line, I’d have taken more time getting my stuff into the bins. Oh well…

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