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One Week?

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By rts

Saturday (day one)

They put this amazing heavy rubber suit on me, the only entry was thru the neck hole which they held stretched open as I squirmed myself into it’s well lubricated interior. The suit had attached feet but no gloves or hood, a short zipper sealed access to my bung hole (I would be able to take a dump but had no access to my cock) . They told me as the neck snapped closed tight around my throat that there was no way that I could get myself out of this suit without their help.

They sealed the neck and wrist openings to my skin with some rubber adhesive and told me that the bung hole zipper closure was also a leak proof seal. They said I would have to piss inside the suit as I lived in it for the week that I had agreed to and nothing could leak out. (I was a little uneasy about this but the idea of having no choice in the matter got me hard). It had no gloves or hood they explained, so that I could be wearing my work clothes over it all day as I went to my job sweating inside the rubber covering without anyone knowing unless they could hear the occasional wet squishing noises brought on by the build up of the sweat and piss contained inside the rubber as I moved my body.

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Enter Reality – Part 03

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By ty dehner

Exposed

ty dehner gay bondage storiesThe ride through the metro area was interesting as Chris controlled the conversation. He had questions about my stories which let me know he had spent a great deal of time keeping up with my imagination. I felt safe during the ride, secured in the leather straitjacket and muzzle, and a bit excited with the unknown of all this. As we exited the freeway, I didn’t know where he lived as he didn’t discuss much about himself when we have talked. During the drive when I responded to his questions I mumbled through the gag, my throat getting dry as it had been a while since I had anything to drink, not even water. But I was glad we weren’t sitting in silence this entire time.

Driving down Riverside Drive, the road was on the edge of the Los Angeles River along the edge of the mountains in Griffith Park.

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The Vacation – Part 07

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By Rubrpig

4798 woke up and his cell was still dark.  He was stiff as usual from lying on the bunk secured down by the humane restraints set that was now part of his bunk.  The lights in the cell suddenly turned on and the cell door clanged open.  He lifted his head and watched as his 4 personal guards came into the cell.  He was quickly removed from the restraints and he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk.  He went to stand up but one of the guards put his tactical gloved hand on his chest and shoved him back down on the bunk.

4798 smiled and quickly recovered and got to his feet quickly.  His guards reacted fast but he still managed to shove the one guard hard in the chest.  The guard was the one that had pushed 4798 back down on the bunk.  The guards quickly grabbed 4798 and slammed him face first into the wall of the cell and quickly secured his wrists with the rigid cuffs and lock box that was always used when he was removed from his cell.  He was pulled back from the wall and with a guard on each side of him holding him by his biceps he was literally dragged from his cell.

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Probation – Part 01

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By Johnny Utah

I’ve been through that intersection about a million times. Out on Maddox Road there are two stop signs about 30 feet from each other. If you’re going straight ahead, no one stops for the second one. No one. I should have stopped. I didn’t see the Maryland State Police SUV until he hit his lights. He was right on top of me in a second, right on my ass. I managed to pull over to the side of the road on a wide strip of gravel next to a drainage ditch. Early on a Sunday morning, no other traffic around so I’m not worried about anybody I know seeing me. I looked at my rear-view mirror and then my wing mirror and out struts a uniformed stud.

The first thing that hit me was just the mass of him, the space he took up. His chest was big, and his shoulders sloped up to his neck. He had a tight-fitting shirt with an obvious bullet resistant vest underneath. A walking column of muscle. He had a red, white, and black State of Maryland flag patch at his left shoulder. His biceps bulged out of the tight short sleeves, halfway down each short sleeve were three gold stripes of a sergeant.

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Pleroma – Part 04

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By Taurus

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Deciding to drive himself, Luke, with some eagerness, proceeded to Matt’s testing facility. As it was his own car, he could go shirtless, which was a boon, as the weather outside was positively burning.

Maybe the ability to pinch his bare nipples when the traffic was slow was nice as well.

He had been promised that the saga of Bruno would continue, and so he eagerly proceeded into Matt’s hideout.

With some fire in his eyes as he stripped, Luke turned his gaze to Matt – half pleading, half demanding, “Matt. I want to cum. I need to cum.”

Having been reassured by a scheming Matt, Luke proceeded onto the chair.

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The Bear Trap – Part 03

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By FirefighterSIR

The slave suddenly realized that it must be about 2 a.m.

The slave could hear the Captain laughing and talking with some of the truckers gathered around the massive dirty Chevy truck and smell the beer breath and cigarette smoke. The truck stop bar must have just closed for the night.

The slave was bound in the truck bed, his arms stretched and shackled to the sides, his booted legs spread wide and chained as well, his ass exposed as he laid chest down on the rough saw horse set in the pickup. On either side huge semi’s rumbled in the hot night sheltering the depraved scene from the rest of the truck stop.

The slave spit to get the cold cum and piss out of his mouth and panted and moaned as he heard another burly trucker climb up into the lifted pickup and unzip his jeans. The trucker’s rough, heavy hands cupped the slave’s face and pushed his thick dirty cock toward the slave’s exhausted mouth. The slave began to tongue and suck the thick meat as he felt another man grab the slave’s abused ass and finger and grope his tortured hole.

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Half Masked

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By Boots Rule

I walked into the club and wandered over to my usual spot at the bar. Told my favorite bartender Tony I wanted a beer and he acted like he didn’t know who I was.   He poured from the tap and brought the glass and sat it before me on the wooden counter. That was when he finally got a startled look in his eyes and said “That you Rob?” I nodded my head while taking a sip. “Geez, I didn’t recognize you with that half hood on. You going to some costume party?” Funny question from a bartender in a leather bar. Beside the half hood, I was in my usual full leather police uniform with the cod piece on the breeches, my tall Dehner boots, Langlitz jacket and Muir cap. The half hood was the only change of my normal Friday night wear. “Trying something new, that’s all” was my reply. “Changes your whole look……kind of a mystery man. I’m sure you’re going to surprise a lot of people here tonight.” It was a busy Friday night so there were many who would see me wearing it.

Mystery man. Boy did that strike a bell with me. I’ve been coming to this bar for years, and lately have been feeling stiffled. Typecast if you will. I’ve been known around here as a Boot Top for so long that there are times I feel like a tourist attraction. Men approach me all the time with the same fucking question “Sir, May I Lick Your Boots Sir?” Good luck getting any sort of conversation out of them. And good luck chatting up the other Tops who frequent this place. They aren’t unfriendly but I am seen as the competition time and time again.

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The Jacket – Part 4

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By Rubrpig

The week had passed quickly. After Sir told me that I was to be punished for keeping him waiting a week ago, I had been terrified that I had given him a reason to get rid of me. However, that night, he put me on the fuck bench and used a wooden paddle on my ass till it was dark red and welted. He knew I wasn’t really into pain so using pain as punishment would be effective in keeping me under control.

Walking through the streets on the Saturday of Dore Alley was exciting as there were already lots of leather men, boys, and pups roaming around enjoying the warm beautiful day. The actual fair was the next day but it was still exciting. The store had thrown a big party in the store last night where Sir worked and I was there as his boy, leashed and jacketed as he worked the crowds. I had on boots and my leather jock so my ass was bare and shown under the jacket so as we moved through the store, my ass got grabbed, pinched and stroked. Sir just smiled and told me to deal with it. I nodded and remained quiet letting my ass get abused.

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