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The Adventures of Pete and Gunner – Part 2
By pwnedpuppy
Getting Ready for the Move
It was late Thursday night as the train pulled into the station. my phone buzzed – it was Pete.
“you can ride up front,” He wrote. (And, yes – the you was lower-case.)
As i left the platform, i could see Pete’s truck off in the parking lot. He flashed His headlights to let me know He saw me. i scampered over quickly, able to move nimbly since i had absolutely no luggage with me.
Visiting Pete on weekends was really an exercise in minimalism. i spent most of my time at His place naked, and anything that i would be allowed to wear was stored there. All i had to bring was myself, my ID and my phone.
i got to the truck, opened the door, and saw Pete sitting in the driver’s seat in the glow of the golden interior light. He looked great as always.
Pete’s dark brown hair neat in a high and tight, with a week’s worth stubble covering the lower part of His face. His square jaw shined in the gleam of the overhead light. An unzipped black leather bike jacket hung from His big, broad shoulders, covering His torso. He had a tight black t-shirt on underneath. Wranglers hugged His bubble butt, and He was wearing those goddamn riding boots that i’ve given a tongue bath to too many times to count over the last couple years.
Man stuffed in a suitcase
Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 09
By Greg Alexander
With the mud rides finally over, I was hauled back into the frat house after being thoroughly rinsed off, like a dirty piece of livestock, by a high pressure hose in the yard.
By this point, I had accomplished the truly remarkable task of accumulating no fewer than 273 demerits, all marked down in tidy bunches of five on the big white board. I wondered what exactly the consequence of having so many demerits would be. It wouldn’t take me too long to find out.
It was late, and most of the pledges and frat boys were drunk enough and tired enough that they were finally through abusing me, at least for the night. As the large crowd of frat boys dispersed, Trevor and Bryce came over and picked me up on either end of my body. Of course, needless to say, I was still bound and tied up from head to toe.
“Hey,” Trevor said in a deep voice. He was talking to Shane, the pledge ring leader. “You wanna come do this with us?”
“Sure!” Shane’s voice was eager.
Mummified and boxed
Locked in a box
The Hooded Head
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.
