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The Cop and the Young Punk – Part 01

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Harry noticed the police car up ahead. He checked his speedometer, and found that he was going a couple of miles per hour above the limit, but nothing that should cause a policeman to pull him over and issue him a ticket. The police car was driving well under the limit. So he kept going at his speed and soon had passed the police car.

Suddenly he saw red lights flashing in the mirror, so he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He was surprised to be pulled over. He pulled out his driver’s license to have at the ready.

The cop was at the side of the car, looking at him through his Ray Bans. What he saw was another punk dressed in tattered jeans and t-shirt. “Driver’s license.” Harry gave it to him, and the cop started inspecting it.

“Wait here.” The cop walked back to his car, taking Harry’s license with him. The cop was everything that Harry didn’t like, tight shirt and tie, arrogant look on his face and in his voice as he spoke to Harry. It took a few minutes before the cop was back.

“Do you know what the speed limit is here?”

“Yes. It’s 45.”

“I clocked you going 57.”

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The Customer

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Greg was pricing more items for his shop when Wally entered. After Wally told Greg what he was looking for, Greg knew that he had some, but they were in the back. Greg went into the back, and Wally followed. Greg went up to the pile of items that he knew contained what Wally was looking for. As he was going through them, Wally noticed Greg’s leather jacket thrown over another pile.

“Nice leather jacket. Are you into leather?”

Greg’s cock stirred as he noticed Wally as a person instead of a customer. “I do like leather, yes.”

“What else have you got that’s leather?”

Greg noticed that Wally was wearing a leather jacket and blue jeans. “I’ve got a pair of leather pants and a few other items.”

“What kind of items?”

Greg was reluctant to show a total stranger his collection of bondage gear. By then he’d found the item that Wally was looking for, and he pulled it out. Just as he was showing it to Wally another customer came into the store. Wally said “that’s just what I was looking for. How much?”

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The Chair

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By Mister-X/Spartan

“Hi, Mr. Master. I’m Ronnie. I’m here for my first lesson.”

The two shook hands, and Ronnie handed the master the money. After counting it, the master brought him into his house.

“You will be bound and gagged and restrained to my chair. I will be doing various things to you which you will be unable to prevent. I’ve found that this is the best way to teach guys the self-discipline they weren’t taught by their parents.”

“I understand.”

“And you will call me either Sir or Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

“First I will need you to take off all your clothes. I’ve got an area set up here for you to undress.”

Ronnie went into the area while the Master waited outside. When he emerged the Master took a look at his cock and saw that it was flaccid.

“I will first need to put these items on your cock.” The master first strapped a cock sheath on, then put a condom over the end.

“Next I will be gagging you. Before I do, do you have anything you want to say or ask?”

“No, Sir. We covered everything in our earlier conversations.”

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The Contest

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I was checking out some profiles on internet sites I frequented when I noticed the article. There was an upcoming event in my city, and this time there was a call for subs to be selected and paired up with doms. I was a sub, and considered myself to be attractive to other guys. I thought about whether I wanted to participate in such an arrangement. I didn’t respond, but the seed was planted. I thought about it the rest of the day, which I spent at work.

That night, I had made my decision, and responded that I’d like to participate. I received a form to fill out. There were several requirements, including proof that I was HIV negative and providing a copy of some form of identification that showed my picture and proof of age. I provided the necessary information. A response came that I would be one of the participants, and gave information about where I was to report. The event was still a couple of months away, and I waited. Soon it had slipped my mind as the normal activity of life took over, but I had made a note on my calendar.

When the date finally arrived, I was ready. I showed up early just in case there would be problems with traffic. Even as early as I was, there were others who had also arrived. We got to talking, and I found that I compared favorably with the others. Some were anxious, while others were pretty blasé about the event, having experienced similar in the past. In my case, it was my first, which I told others, and got some advice from them.

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Tied Tight

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By Mister-X/Spartan

I was sitting there, tied tightly in rope. He was across from me, doing more rope work that he planned to put me into. He was a master at it. I didn’t even try to get loose from what he’d put me into. I knew that there was zero chance of my escaping. All I could do was sit and wait. Occasionally he would look back at me and get that sadistic smile on his face before he returned to his work. As I sat there my mind started to wander back.

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I first met him when I was in high school. I had a side job on weekends, and had been saving up money. Finally I was able to afford what I’d wanted for several years. After I’d purchased that leather jacket, I proudly wore it to school the next day. One of my classmates, Jeff, saw it and told me he wanted to try it on. I didn’t want to get out of it, and told him no. Jeff was the class bully, and I knew that I was taking a risk by turning him down, but after all the work I’d put into getting that jacket, I didn’t want to let it go.

After class Jeff was waiting for me at my car. I wasn’t able to avoid him, and he told me “if you don’t let me try on your jacket, I’ll beat the shit out of you first, and then I’ll take it.” After saying this, he held up some brass knuckles that he had on his hand.

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Spy Gets Captured

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I warily looked around. This was near where I was to meet him. I didn’t see anyone, which was a good sign, since I was early. It looked like the authorities didn’t know about our planned meeting. I walked over to where I was to meet him, and saw a figure walking this way. When he was close enough I saw it was him. He was nervous.

“I’m being followed.” I had pulled out my pack of cigarettes and pulled one out to give him.

“What? You shouldn’t have met me, then.”

As I started to leave he put the cigarette in his mouth and said, “wait, I’ve got the information you want.”

I hesitated, pulling out my lighter to light his cigarette, and that was when a bunch of armed men started coming out of the nearby area, guns drawn. I realized I’d had it. All these years I’d not been captured, but my luck had finally run out. My cock started getting excited.

The other guy panicked, and started to run away. I knew better than to do that. When he was taken, he was screaming, but not for long. When the others came up to me, they said something in the local language. I knew they had said to put my hands behind my back, but I played dumb. One of the guys spoke English, and said “don’t play dumb, Mr. Crawford.”

“Play dumb? Why? I’ve done nothing wrong. He just asked me for a cigarette and I gave him one. Then he wanted a light, and I pulled out my lighter when you people showed up.”

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The Devil – Part 3

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Out at the guy’s car, he put me into the back floor, cuffed my ankles, and brought my wrists back and my ankles forward before locking a short chain onto the two. I was now in a cuffed hogtie. I wouldn’t be able to get up from that. He got into the driver’s seat and started driving off. He was a chatty one. “I’m sure you’ve never experienced anyone as good at dominating you as I will be.” I chuckled inwardly at that statement.

“I’ll warm you up first, then face fuck your eyes out. You’ll love it, although your cock will be in chastity so you won’t be able to get enjoyment from that.” On hearing that, I suddenly realized that my cock was already in chastity, as required when I was out of the house. I wondered what the guy would think of that. Also, I’ve got that spiked punishment collar around the base of my neck which is chained to my chest harness. If my leathers are removed, he’s going to get an eyeful.

The guy kept going on and on. It’s been my experience that guys either do it, or they talk about doing it. Rarely does one do both. With all the talk this guy was doing, I wondered how good he would actually be. I figured he was a newbie.

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The Devil – Part 2

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By Mister-X/Spartan

That night and the next day, the devil didn’t play with me much. That holiday he added some clamps to my tits, but that was the only additional gear he put on me. Amazing as I found it to be, I was starting to get adjusted to that extreme position he kept me in while in that cage. I erupted about a half dozen more times before I was awakened Tuesday morning to get cleaned up and go to work.

The collar he kept at the base of my neck was closed with a special kind of key. There was no way I would be able to get that off. True to his word, he removed the top collar so I could get my shirt and tie on. My cuffs were also removed, as well as the gag. It was the first time I’d had the gag out since that Friday night when we met. I was also finally able to shit, though by then it had solidified and I couldn’t.

He got breakfast ready while I got cleaned up and dressed. I noticed the shirts he’d gotten me were tighter and heavier, with a higher collar than I usually wore, one with two buttons. With those on, I couldn’t see any sign of what lay underneath. But I could sure feel things.

He locked my cock in chastity. “Whenever you leave your house, your cock will always be locked up.”

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