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New Years Resolution – Part 04

By lthr_jock

Paul’s workout that morning went really well – at least he felt that it had once he was stood in the changing room after his shower. As usual, the time has passed really quickly and he could barely remember the exercises that he’d done. As he towelled down, he admired his physique in the mirror. Gone was his old belly, now replaced with a flat stomach that was just beginning to show signs of ridging. His pecs were now two solid slabs of muscle and his swollen biceps kept his arms hanging slightly away from his body. His calves and thighs were showing new definition and he reflected ruefully that he would have to invest in some new clothing soon.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Jay wandered into the changing room.

“Hey Paul – never thought you would be that fascinated at watching yourself.”

“Well, umm, yeah sorry … I … errr …”

“Just teasing, big guy. Hey you’re looking pretty good – the programme is really working for you. Mind if I take a few measurements?”

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A Slave’s Tour of the Mister S. Leather Shop

Note from the author: The below work is erotic bondage fiction. I am not affiliated with Mister S. Leather in any way (although I can’t say I wouldn’t want this to happen to me). The story contains strong sexual content, and readers should not read if they are under 18 or otherwise prohibited.

 

A SLAVE’S TOUR OF THE MISTER S. LEATHER SHOP

By Phil Larson, Twitter: @tiemeupphil84

I have an addiction. And it’s porn blogging. It started a couple years ago when I discovered tumblr. Late to the game as usual, but I found the stuff people would blog so intensely hot. It started to replace going to the computer to get off. The more I blogged, the more I enjoyed it. Soon, I had more and more people following me and something else got me off, seeing pictures of people going balls to the wall with their inner slut and posting their own content.

At first I was too scared to, but as much as it frightened me, it excited my 7-and-a-half inch cock even more. I started to rationalize in my head. “I’ve posted stuff to dating websites before,” but there’s something more public about this. Eventually my dick got the better of me and I posted some photos of me in bondage.

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