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It started with Mitts –Part 15

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By Bondagegimp

Visit

We’re lying on the large blanket in the garden. I feel the sun on my skin. Yes, on my skin! For once, I’m not wearing a rubber suit. My skin is allowed to breathe, at least partially. But my head is once again wrapped in the thickly padded leather hood. The earplugs are still in, as is the gag, and my eyes are still taped shut. But the rubber hood has also been removed. And I’m in the rubber straitjacket. But at least I’m not wearing a suit underneath.

My legs are spread quite wide, almost painfully wide, with a spreader bar. My head is in Bob’s lap. Jad sits or lies a little further down, near my legs. When Bob strokes my head, it creates a noise in the hood, a whooshing or scratching. This drowns out all other sounds. Only when Bob isn’t touching my head at all can I hear a little bit of what’s outside. Not much; I just hear muffled voices. Bob and Jad are talking. Sometimes they laugh. I can’t understand a word, but I get a certain vibe.

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It started with Mitts –Part 09

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By bondagegimp

To start at the very beginning, click for Part 1

The party

Bob had already changed into very, very short leather shorts that just barely covered his powerful butt and ended where his thigh muscles began to bulge. On top, he was wearing only a tank top that showed off his muscular upper arms. It was, once again, incredibly sexy. What worried me was that if he was going to the party like this, he wasn’t making much of a secret of his fetish. So what would he pick out for me?

Bob leads me on a leash into one of the rooms next to the cell—another tiled room with shower facilities. Near one wall, a chain hangs from the ceiling, attached to a winch. He attaches the ring on the front of my muzzle to it, directly under my nose. Then he tightens the chain over the winch. I have to follow the chain; at first, it pulls my head up so that I have to look up, but Bob continues until I have to stand on tiptoes, facing the wall. Now he loosens all the restraints, but I hang completely helplessly from the head harness. He then takes off my PVC suit, my diapers, and removes my plug, catheter, and all the other cock rings, etc.

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26 and 27

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By surfbot

(Note: You will not understand the characters and their relationships unless you first read my story “Abductions R Us.”)

Wow! Here was 26 in all his naked glory, in my house, with his chastity key, and asking to stay the night! I could not have dreamed of a better offer. So after our erstwhile guards had left, we joyously went into the bedroom, removed our chastity devices, and had passionate sex.

Then a surprise: after a single orgasm he began putting his chastity device back on. “I thought you said you had been wearing it for over a month — is one enough? He replied, “You have never met a guy as submissive as me, and yes, one is enough.” Thinking about that for a few seconds, I held out my hand. “While you are in my house and locked, I’ll hold your key.” He hesitated, and I continued, “I’ll give it back to you when you leave.” He placed it in my hand, and I turned and put it in my clothes cabinet. He continued “Don’t worry, my holes are still available to you, as often as you want to use them,” and over the next hour I came in both.

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My Pal Jock and the Night Before Christmas

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By Hunter Perez

It was around four in the afternoon on Christmas Eve and I was in my apartment flicking the television remote control in search of something to watch. I planned to be alone for the holidays and, to be frank, I was enjoying my time to myself. Then my phone rang and I saw it was from Jock.

“Bingo, can you do me a great favor?” Jock said in a voice that sounded somewhat more tremulous than his normal tone. “Can you please drive me upstate this evening?”

“Can I drive you?” I asked, confused by the request. “You know I don’t have a car. What’s wrong with your car?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my car,” he responded. “I just got a call from the hospital – Dad was brought in with a heart attack. I was planning to drive up tomorrow morning to see him for Christmas, but I need to be there now. The news of his being in the hospital sort of shook me. With the way I feel I don’t feel comfortable doing that drive.”

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Éamonn’s and RJ’s Hallowe’en

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By Nephilim

Note: The author’s personal website is here.

Tags : #gay #bondage #supernatural #domination #submission #role reversal #romance #anal #oral #leather

CW : ethnic slur (1), clichés (2).

Length : 11931 words

Éamonn looked at his napping bound boy. The lithe body pleased him a lot, obviously, especially when it was crisscrossed by ropes. The sand colored skin was emphasized by the blackness of the ties. And the electric blue hair added the needed touch of color. Éamonn knew he could bind his boy in leather or rubber, as had been suggested to him many times, but he found those materials way too covering. He wanted as much access to his sub’s body as possible. Even during sessions of sensory deprivation, he used ear plugs rather than headphones and just a strip of fabric over his boy’s slanted eyes. Éamonn admired him. He knew the boy shaved and waxed all hair below his eyes. The boy was a twink, knew it and played along. Next to him, his Master sometimes felt shaggy, bearish, unrefined, rough, unworthy of such a beautiful boy. But he also was what the boy liked and thus played along too. The Irish bearded and brawny fireman and his Japanese scholar hairless twink.

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