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The Journey to Hull – Part 3

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By Wakeysub

Session 2

The timer in front of me came back to life but this time showed “60:00” – what the fuck. I had struggled with 30 minutes and now I was faced with 60 minutes of God knows what. I heard the click and the timer started to count down. My second session had begun. The nipple clamps were still viciously biting into my tortured nipples but the massive rubber cock in my mouth was jabbing into my throat and making me gag repeatedly. This made me thrash around as much as the tight restraints would allow. This just drove the nipple clamps to bite harder and harder.

He leant forward and brushed the nipple clamps lightly. At his touch the pain shot deep into my chest.

“Your tits seem to be enjoying it, you fat slut. Don’t want them to get bored – lets replace the clamps with something you’re really going to love. I bought these especially for you when you told me you had sensitive nips. You’re going to love these clamps they looked so fucking hot in the adverts. First, let’s remove these pathetic toy clamps and get you ready for your new best friends.”

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The Wall – Part 03

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By Slavebladeboi

So who was he then?

Who?

For fuck’s sake, you know who. The “who” you were waving goodbye to out there. The “who” in the red sports car. The red sports car I told you about. The same red sports car …..

What?

I’ve had this. Were you in on it all the time?

He looked at his partner, he felt hot, sick and tearful. His partner sat.

You like bondage?

You bloody know I do.

You like being fucked?

Where’re you going with all this?

Just answer me.

OK! Yes I frigging do.

And you enjoyed your dream?

I wasn’t a dream, we both know it and now I know you’ve been…

OK Yes. I did it for you.

Wha…

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Cards

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By Bikermike

The “game,” if it could be called as such, was very straightforward. It consisted of an ordinary pack of playing cards; fifty-two in total, if you do not count the jokers. The pack is shuffled and four cards are dealt from the top of the pack and the face value of this fourth card is noted. Another four are dealt and again the face value of this card is added to the previous value. All the cards are dealt in groups of four and the values of each fourth card added to the rest. There are fifty-two cards, therefore the whole pack requires thirteen groups of four cards. The value of the ace is of course one, the jack eleven, queen twelve and the king has the value of thirteen.

A mathematician would be able to calculate the odds of each sum total of the thirteen cards, but I am no mathematician so I estimate the average total would be in the order of

52 x 6.5 divided by 4 = 84.5

These were the rules explained to me by someone whose profile I was fascinated by on Recon. He went on to say that we would meet at his place, not too far away; either he or I would shuffle and deal the cards (it wouldn’t matter who) and note the final value, then the pack would be shuffled again and we would then pick a card each. The one picking the higher face value would then be given as many strokes of the belt as the total score of the thirteen sets of four cards.

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Things Change

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By ty dehner

I found the dirt parking area off the wooded road and pulled off as I was instructed to. I sat for a few minutes to catch my breath and think about what I was about to do this afternoon. Alex and I had talked over time either via the internet or on the phone. We were both interested in gear and all the fun stuff one does in it. We also both got into very intense scenes that few would actually do. After viewing his Tumblr page I was surprised how far he wanted to go. I asked him about it, and he became very open and pushed for me to be where I am, parked on the side of a lonely road out in the woods. He also has me in my football uniform that I got from the local NFL team.

As I start to think what might happen, my cock stirs in the cup that is under the UA shorts and pads of my blue football pants. The socks and cleats match it all with my jersey tucked in. I am in a long-sleeved black UA shirt that is under my jersey and the full heavy lineman gloves. Alex is really into football gear, and he wanted me to start off in the right mindset. The only things missing are the full shoulder pads and helmet. But he knew that would be difficult to drive in.

Opening the door, my cleats step into the muddy ground as it rained earlier. He had instructed me to put my wallet and keys in a plastic bag and duct tape it to the back wheel well. It was a crazy move as I ripped a piece of tape and covered the plastic bag. As I reached into the back wheel well I heard a motorcycle. Looking up, I saw the hottest dude in full leathers and helmet ride by. I hope he hadn’t seen what I was doing. If he did he didn’t stop. He continued down the road.

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My True Love Gave to Me

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By Steellock

“Your true love gave to you: A dragon tail over both cheeks! Happy Christmas Boi! Are you ready for a celebration?” He asked. The impact is like a thick cane with a fiery sting that wraps itself around the side of your butt and makes you shout. It fucking hurts and is normally held for the end of the sessions! Or when i’ve been a bad boi….

“On the second day of Christmas” and i saw stars as He landed our widest and thickest rubber paddle on first my right then my left butt, swinging it hard and hitting right where the dragon tail had just fallen. My heart sank – Oh shit what was in His seriously inventive mind? “And a dragon tail over both cheeks,” He chanted and the action followed the words.

Not that there was much i could, or i suppose really wanted to, do about it… My wrists were locked in thick padded leather restraints that were locked to the arms of the St Andrews Cross. A second set were locked round the legs of my 20-hole boots and locked to the spread legs of the cross. A thick wide leather belt went round my tight waist, holding me firmly to the structure but also a safety measure for wayward strokes. Now in two years together he had NEVER missed with a stroke!

His present to me was a new “Bishop” head harness, complete with a long tongue gag; a flat rubber plate that was now sitting over my tongue and very effectively restricting the volume of my first howl of the night.

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The Hooded Head

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The room was dark. There was a little light that shone under the door from the hallway, which provided a small amount of light to the room. There was no movement from inside the room. This was changed by the lid of a horizontal box slowly starting to lift. When the lid was up a couple of inches, a pair of eyes shown from inside the box. In the dark they were barely discernible. The lid stayed at the level it was at for a minute, then slowly began to rise again. Soon it was high enough to reveal a hooded head propping it up. The hood had eye and nose holes, but no mouth hole. It was made of rubber.

Suddenly a voice came through the wall and door from the other side. “Evan, this sauna is so-o-o-o nice. Too bad you lost, man. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’m sure you’re very uncomfortable in there, but hey, you lost, man. I’m going to enjoy it this weekend while you suffer. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

The pair of eyes closed tightly on hearing that statement but were soon open again, this time blazing. The pair had shared the cost of the sauna, and were supposed to share the use of it. But Evan’s roommate had decided to change that. Suddenly the eyes got some sparkle in them. They focused on a ring of keys that were barely visible on the floor of the room. The head started pushing up the lid more, inch by inch. Finally, when it was perpendicular, the head hesitated. Only when there was a loud sound of a radio being switched on did the head push the lid a little further to cause it to lean back against the wall. The sound of the lid hitting the wall was muffled by the sound from the next room.

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VRansomwear – Chapter 4

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VRansomwear

By POW

CHAPTER 4

Meanwhile… the next morning, in Queens… and Brooklyn… and across the river in Secaucus, New Jersey …

Ken’s phone chimed with a sound he was not accustomed to hearing. He pulled it out and looked at it.

It was a notification from an app he remembered installing a few weeks back. It was called “VRealWorld” – pronounced with two syllables, the first two letters slurred together like the VRs in “vroom vroom” – and it was supposed to be an online hookup tool like grindr or recon. Like grindr, it supposedly got you in touch with guys near you who shared your interests. But it had never shown Ken anything and after a few days he had forgotten it was even there, had even forgotten that the account had been created under the name “Rockit”. Seeing it now on the screen now his reaction was that it was almost too cutesy a nickname, a callout to the band he played lead guitar for as well as a thinly-disguised reference to dicks and orgasms.

Now the app was chiming for “Rockit’s” attention. The notification said “Rubberlad near you!” A… “rubberlad”? Skeptical, Ken swiped the message.

“A rubberlad has completed the VRealWorld training program and is currently active near you. If you wish to let the rubberlad find you, see you, and interact with you, read on!” There was a link to more instructions.

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