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ImmobileRestraint – Chapter 11

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NOTE: This is a new chapter of a long-running story by Nitro. To start at the very beginning, click here.

Nitro AtlantaBy Nitro

It’s been a while since we have heard from Ian and Jake.  A lot has happened since that night in the playroom where Ian was heavily restrained and his SIR was pissing up his hole after a long hard fuck.  Ian had been in heavy immobile restraint and chastity for an extended period by the time we got there.  The heavy bondage continued and so did the heavy workouts in the gym.  The two men have intertwined their lives and now live together full time in a new home that they purchased.  Ian and Jake had both done fairly well with investments so they were able to pool their resources and design the house they wanted, along with some very special features that fit their lifestyle.

Jake kicked back in his leather recliner and enjoyed his 80 ring asylum 13 cigar while listening to classical music. With his every move his thick leather pants and shirt creaked and groaned, and the gloves gripped his knuckles tight.  Jake enjoyed relaxing in his gear – for him his Leather wasn’t just for show, it was part of him.  The knee high high shine polished leather boots had such a mirror finish on them he could practically see his face in them.  His tight leather shirt clung around his chest, arms, and midsection like a second skin, and his thick cock filled out the pouch of the cod piece on the leather pants.  As he took a long drag on the cigar he felt the cares of the day slowly melt away.  As he thought about his property his hand absentmindedly found its way down to his crotch.  The metal cockring he wore helped make sure that his cock was testing the confines of the leather cod piece.  He thought back on the past year and got even harder in his pants.

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Two Weeks in a Cage

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By Quandt

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I had been with my partner for more than ten years at the time.  We have never really defined our relationship but I think you could call it Master and slave.  I work, as does he.  We both have demanding and sometimes very stressful careers with too little vacation time.  My pay is direct deposited so I never know what happens to it or how much I actually make.

My partner takes care of all the details of my life for me.  It’s just the way it is.  I also pretty much live by his rules, moods and desires; having given up the desire to express myself in the relationship except to respect and show love to my partner and the men who make up our family.  I am happy this way and there are few rules except that I do as I am told when I am told.  Complaining about anything earns me a stint with a padlock through my septum piercing which is then locked to a ring in the wall, out of his sight.  I also wear a Latowski Chastity Belt most of the time which keeps me horny and also prevents me from acting on my whoring proclivities.

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Thirty Hours

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By rts

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I am wearing my 20-hole steel toe Rangers with tight black thick leather pants tucked in. The leathers have a removable codpiece, and centered over my butt is a round opening directly placed to give access to my butthole. My upper body is clothed in a tight leather shirt over which I am zipped into a heavy black collarless motorcycle jacket. My hands are gloved in leather gauntlets. I am standing in a very warm underground concrete cell waiting in silence and dressed as I was told to be.

Over my head there is a chain hanging from a pulley. The end of this chain is attached to a hand crank mounted on one wall. The cell is about 12 X 12 feet, windowless with only a steel door for access. I am excited standing here uncertain of what’s to come. I have only met this leather wearing skin online, I wanting to experience an inescapable bondage weekend in full gear, and he wanting to put a booted guy in some uncomfortable restraints getting off on watching the struggle. After discussing the gear I would be wearing, agreeing to be under his total control for the weekend, and he to respect my limits I prepped myself by fasting 24 hrs before our meet and gave myself a good cleanout. Following his instructions I found his place late Saturday morning and let myself in the back door then down the stairs to this underground cell. We had only met online and talked on the phone about our interests and we hit it off.

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Prisoner Shackles Used by Aliens From Outer Space

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By Master Margarita

The story I have written here is 100% Fiction and written to give a sensational experience of an event that never actually occurred.

For those of you who do not believe the stories of an Alien Ship crash landing in the Nevada Desert and a Top Secret Military Base in the area where the Alien Ship crashed (better known as Area 51) never existed, I am able to tell you from my personal experience that many of the stories about it are true. You see, I was one of those working for the United States Government at the Top Secret Military Base. The Base had always been considered Top Secret; however the Alien Spaceship was never intended to be the initial purpose for the base.

My story starts with a UFO (Unidentified Flying Object) entering the Top Secret Military Bases Airspace. Any Aircraft, regardless of what it is that does not have authorization within this Restricted Air Space would be shot down. On October 21, 1971 an Alien Spacecraft entered into the Top Secret Military Bases Airspace. The Spaceship was cigar shaped and appeared as a large object, about three times the size of a football field. Military Protocol was to immediately take out anything invading the Restricted Air Space, so that is exactly what happened. A large missile that operates on stealth technology was launched. The UFO was at about a half mile in height and distance from the ground when the missile made a direct hit on the Spacecraft.

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Raptor – Chapter 3

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By Bikermike

The weeks went by with Alex settling down with the acceptance of his life as a slave, with no rights, no say, no clothes and no dignity. He had endured savage beatings, rape and physical exercises to the point of collapse. However, the more he thought about his situation the more excited he had become, with his cock being rock hard for much of the time. Occasionally at night he would masturbate, enjoying the feeling and taste of his own semen on his tongue, then fail to produce a vialful of ejaculate in the morning.

The resultant whipping would cause his cock to harden once again but he would then enjoy the almost brutal wanking he would receive from either Andy, James or Steve. By this time his body bore the scars of such beatings and he could only guess at the appearance of his broad muscled back (he had no access to a mirror), which made him even more excited the more he thought about it.

The food had been good, tasty and nutritious. He had decent washing facilities, was warm and had a relatively comfortable bed upon which to sleep. As he was unable to shave, his captors had trimmed his by now full beard once a fortnight (although as a slave, he had lost most of his sense of the passing of time).

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If you do ballet you can also be a bondage stud!

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Don’t let that ignorant airhead on Good Morning America tell you otherwise. Men who do ballet are studs! Take Nigel for example. After days of pain, humiliation and sex, tis ballet dancer has lost track of time, bound and gagged in the dungeon. Today he is whipped with the single-tail and left alone for hours. Check out the video below from Dream Boy Bondage!

If you do ballet you can also be a bondage stud

Last week Nigel was “living his best life,” doing ballet and making friends in his new city. Now everything has changed: He’s been brutally whipped and tortured, forced to suck a huge cock, brutally fucked repeatedly, covered with cum and jerked off – all while in pain, his limber body stretched to its limits. Today he is bound, face-up, on a small table, completely naked and gagged, his dancer’s body covered with welts from previous whippings. He’s lost track of time:  He knows he’s been fed several times and allowed to evacuate his bowels and sleep here and there, but every day is a blur of pain, humiliation and sex. He’s left alone, bound and helpless, for hours. Then Anthony returns and beats him with a crop then slices his creamy, lean stomach and chest with the single-tail whip. “I want you always hard!” Anthony announces, attaching the vacuum pump to his cock once again.

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Title of this episode: Nigel – Anthony’s Boy – Chapter 8

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