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Risk – Part 06

By lthr_jock

Mike started to struggle out of the rubber t-shirt and as his accumulated sweat ran out from under it, decided to do this in the bathroom. He grabbed the straight jacket and hood and took them all into the shower, where under a stream of warm water he stripped naked and soaped himself clean of the mass of cum and sweat that was matting his pubic hair. He luxuriated in the shower, turning the heat up to massage his muscles that were aching after the extended bondage. As he did, he could see the red marks that the rubber had left on his skin. He ran his fingers over them and as he did he thought back to how they had been caused and he felt his cock rising again.

He ran water over all the rubber gear and left it hanging up as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror. Cleaning the steam off it with a swipe of his hand, he saw his shaved head clearly for the first time. His head looked strange and angular without his normal covering of hair, and made Mike look completely different. He hadn’t realised that Jan has also removed his eyebrows, which made his eyes stand out more. He ran a hand over his head and looked at the stubble on his chin which now looked incongruous on his hair-stripped head. Picking up his razor, he shaved his chin clean. As he put the razor down, he found another present from Gordon – a tub of some kind of wax. Taking some out, he smeared it over his head and then spent several minutes rubbing and working it into his scalp until it gleamed.

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Forlorn Hope – Part 05: Things Fall Apart

By DR754

Today is Monday, August 8, 1967.

I’m scribbling this entry on toilet paper in a cold, dark holding cell in the Franklin County Jail in Hampton, Iowa. You see, it turns out the “town museum with the bars on the windows” I was wondering about, was actually the county jail. Built in 1880, or so they told me.

And I, a fugitive from justice, was dumb enough to park in the jail driveway. Fucking brilliant.

You see, shortly after drifting off to sleep, I was rudely awakened by a burly man in a “Correctional Officer” ballcap, rapping his nightstick on my car window. I tried to shake him off, but the message was clear – open up or else.

Uh oh. This is a problem. And where the fuck did a correctional officer come from?

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Hallowe’en Horror Movie

By Nephilim

When Jerry arrived at the new house of his keyholder, he didn’t know what to expect. He had been summoned. So there he was, in front of the gate, “the 31st of October at 15h45, not one minute sooner, not one minute later”. He rang the bell, looking through the gate at the gigantic grounds and the almost as gigantic house.

Jerry walked up the pathway, to the front door of the house, where his keyholder was waiting for him. In full leather regalia. Inwardly, Jerry smiled. His keyholder belonged to the old guard, even though he was not that old. Outwardly, Jerry lowered his eyes and knelt before his keyholder.

“Welcome, my boy. Right on time.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up and follow me. We’re a bit rushed, but it will make sense soon.”

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The Bear Trap – Part 11

By FirefighterSIR

Part 11: Summer Nights

Summer nights dragged on more than winter nights it seemed.  It was not that the night was so long, but the sounds mixed with the heat lingering in the camp kept the slave up long past the time he should have slept. Crickets whined all around the fenced compound where the Captain’s tiny cabin stood and the wicked laughter of coyotes echoed through the canyons near and far.  The sound would first be of one lone coyote calling out in short howls then he would be answered by a yip or a bark.

Then more voices would chime in and gather.  Then silence, until the pack had cornered some wayward jackrabbit.  At the kill excited howls and barks would become a frightening garble of voices that would cut off suddenly, total silence.  That is when the slave would worry, looking, imagining red eyes glowing at the edge of the dark brush, looking to find a way into the compound, to him, as he lay vulnerable, caged like a chicken in a coop.

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