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True Life Part 3: Weekend

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By ty dehner

This is going to be a long entry, i believe. Not just because it will cover the events through the weekend, but because of more feelings that are stirring in me. i have been under the guidance of Sir for 5 days now, longer than anyone that i’ve tried to serve. As i’ve written before, Sir is very different than those and our time together is reflecting that.

Friday night at the gym was very exciting. i continued to learn new ways to transform myself into a better person physically. i was lifting weight i had never done before. But instead of lifting the same weight over and over, Sir is showing me to lift heavy and keep lowering the weight until exhaustion. Or one can start lighter and build up. It creates more burn in myself, but the prior way i was working wasn’t progressing as well as i had hoped.

Sir did some lifting also, i was very impressed with his skills, considering he said he hadn’t lifted in a while due to being ill. Once Sir topped his personal best in weight. He was very happy! i tried to encourage him as he was lifting. As we continued working out, i will try to encourage him even more. i know Sir would like to hear his boy cheering him on, supporting him. Even though i am lifting more and working harder, i am not sore the day after. i believe that stretching is helping in that. Sir is showing me a new way to think about working out. i like that!

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Montana – Part 07

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By ty dehner

I woke suddenly and realized I was still in the room and in the bull suit. I started working the suit with the hooves. My muscles were stiff, and I was between the cool and the steamy inside the leather. It was a struggle and I eventually worked my way out of the suit and got the bull hood off. There were keys for the muzzle and soon I was dropping the leather off me. I tried the keys, but none opened the cock cage I was trapped in. I stood slowly.  It felt great to have the feeling return to my arms and legs and stretch them again. I was alone in a small room and as I stood there was a wooden bench with a note and some clothes on it.

“Boy, here is some clothes for you to put on. Put it all on and we’ll be heading out to the bar after you’re done. I know you’re sweaty and pissed soaked, but I like a boy like that. So, get dressed and let’s head to the bar!”

With my cock still locked in the steel there was no underwear. But there was a pair of black Wranglers with a belt and huge silver buckle on it. The Wranglers were snug and showed the bulge in my crotch. A pair black boots followed. As I slide my feet in each I discovered they were filled with piss. Guess that is how I wear boots these days. As I stood I put on the cowboy shirt followed by a leather vest. There were a pair of black leather work chaps that were also snug and helped to further show off my cock and balls. A black leather jacket was followed by tight leather gloves and a black cowboy hat.

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The Examination – Part 5

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By Slavebladeboi

The gates closed behind me as I drove onto the road. What the fuck had I just done? The obvious answer was spinning round inside my head, I’d just about broken every protocol of my job. I’d ignored the rules about admissions, invoices, data, official forms, getting personal with clients and especially getting personal with subjects. But who couldn’t get personal with this subject? I looked into the rear view mirror and saw those two luscious brown eyes looking back at me. Yeah, I know. I’m a sucker for eyes, delicious young boy eyes with long dark lashes that I just want to put my tongue round and kiss.

Of course, what I should have done is arrange for the official van to collect him like any other admission. Then two thugs would arrive in their solid, heavy, high black leather boots, full leather gear and MX style biker crash helmets with dark goggles and face protectors, night sticks in their belts and obvious muscles under it all. They would pull out the stretcher, it was really a simple steel grid the size and shape of a stretcher only more convenient for fixing someone to and more hygienic.

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In a Romanian Insane Asylum – Part 1

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By Mister-X/Spartan

The stories she told were chilling. I was a budding investigative reporter, hoping to find a story to make my mark in the world. My boss knew this, and invited me to hear this woman’s stories. She lived in Romania, and was visiting in this country. She was telling us about how their ruler, Ceaucescu, would use insane asylums to house meddlesome dissidents, and the terrible things they would do to such people.

I was young, still in college. My parents had emigrated to the U.S. from Romania, and they spoke Romanian at home, so I was fluent in the language. I would be a natural for the job of doing a report from inside one of these hell holes. But it would obviously be a very dangerous assignment. The lady said that if I could get into Romania, she could get me the necessary papers as a resident student. My boss left the decision up to me as to whether to do this assignment.

I thought about it, thought about the stories the lady told, and decided I would do it. The paper would back me. I had to start planning everything quickly. The lady would be returning home in a week. She knew the people there who were leading the opposition to the ruler, and would put me in touch with them when I arrived in the country.

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The New Cadet – Chapter 4

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By Chain Slave

Once I was strapped down on the table, Basher asked Steve what he wanted to have done on me. I thought about begging Steve not to, but he must have read my mind as he grabbed a big open-mouth gagg and stuffed it between my teeth and locked it in place. He pulled out a used tattoo stencil, the letters were about 4 inches tall and bold — “SLAVE.” I tried to scream, but drool was pouring from my mouth. Before I knew it Basher was getting to work and placed the stencil between my shoulders. It did not take long and the deed was done.

Basher looked at his work and asked Steve about payment. Steve got an evil grin and said, “OK, you can use him till the morning, just make sure he is in his leathers at the station in the morning.”

Basher loosened the straps holding me down and cuffed me tightly before dragging me outside, still gagged, and lifted me into his pickup and drove off.

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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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Athletic rugby players Guy and Derek

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Athletic rugby players Guy and DerekAthletic rugby players Guy and Derek are working on their body tackles, using their sub instead of a padded tackle bag to slam their powerful bodies into. All their physical exertion has worked up quite a sweat, so they use their sub’s mouth to clean their ripe sweaty armpits, slurping away every last bead of nectar with its wet tongue.

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Derek’s rugby boots reek of his manly odor and sweat. Taking them off, he plants the opening of one boot firmly across Wilkinson’s mouth and nose like a face mask to seal in all that warm, pungent essence as Guy fucks its slutty ass.

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Lent Out – Part 3

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By JR

I woke up struggling against this neoprene sack throughout the night and into the next morning.  My mouth was caked with piss, cum and saliva.  The hood felt hot and the complete blackness grew frustrating.  The collar make my neck stiff and sore.  I had no idea what time it was.  My arms were tight against my sides.  I was thirsty and aching and had to pee.  My dick was still locked in the chastity pod, fighting futilely against its spikes.

Someone came to release me, informed me it was already after noon.  He removed the gag from my mouth, but reminded me the hood was staying on until Sunday.  He removed the pod from my dick.  After fighting erections in this thing all night, now that my dick was finally free it was too exhausted to get hard.

I drank some water and used the bathroom.  I wondered what my dick looked like after getting impaled by the little spikes.  I stretched and tried to orient myself despite the lack of vision, and considered what Tyler and Keith might have in store for me for the remainder of my captivity.  I was led into the shower and washed down thoroughly.  Then I was brought down to the kitchen and fed some eggs.  I used my hands as I could not find my mouth with a fork.

I was slowly coming back to life, sitting in this kitchen naked except for a hood and trying to eat.  My mind wandered back to the previous night, a wild an unexpected and totally hot night, and my dick sprang up as if suddenly realizing it was finally free to do so.

“That’s awesome,” I heard Tyler.  “Just sitting here eating your fucking eggs turns you on.”  I just smiled, remembering his ban on speaking.  After some silence he said, “It’s ok, you can speak now.  Are you doing ok?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Seriously, that wasn’t too intense?”

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