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A Week at a Cabin in the Snow – Part 4

By Mister-X/Spartan

Day 4.

After the usual warming, exercises, food and shower the next morning, Master Leach again locked me into the chains. It took some time, as it did the first time, until I was finally tightly standing while in chains. This would be the day I would go to the proprietor’s place to be put into his cell, whatever it was. Master had told me before that someone would be by with his van to pick me up while in the prisoner transport chair, and I figured it would be the proprietor who would do this. With that nice day away to drive around the country, I’d forgotten what it felt like to be tightly chained.

Finished being put into the chains meant next being put into the transport chair. I could hear master leave the room and come back pushing the chair. I was soon back down sitting deeply in the seat while he locked the chains up each side, again with about 12 locks on each side. Again, it took time, but again I was finally attached to that chair. I couldn’t move. My cock was trying to get erect, both from the tight feel of the chains on my body and in anticipation of what lay ahead, so I had more pain to deal with from my cock in that spiked cock sheath tightly confined in the metal cylinder.

Master said that it had started snowing outside, so the proprietor was likely late. We waited and waited. I was starting to get disappointed, until I finally heard the sound of a van driving up. Master Leach went outside, and soon the two of them were back inside. After the blanket was put over me, I was pushed out the door in that chair. There was a ramp set up in the back of the van and I was pushed up that into the van. The chair was soon locked to the sides of the van. I could feel some snowflakes land on the outside of the pinholes at my nostrils as I was taken into the van, so it was still snowing.

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New Years Resolution – Part 03

By lthr_jock

Paul woke up abruptly in his bed, confused and worried by the intense dream he’d had the night before. His head buzzing, he went and ran his shower colder than normal and as he stood under it he ran through his dream.

It started in his house, with someone spraying something in his face. As he fell to his knees, he looked up to see a bulky guy dressed in black combats leaning forward and locking a thick leather collar around Paul’s neck. Paul tried to speak but seemed to be unable to. The man was joined by three others, and together they manhandled Paul out the door. He tried to struggle, but his limbs didn’t seem to be working. Outside, the men bundled him into the back of a van. Paul found himself helplessly sprawled on the floor of the van as it pulled away.

He couldn’t tell how long the van journey was – in his dream he seemed to fade in and out. Each time he woke up, something had changed. Firstly, his shorts had been removed. Then they were replaced with a skimpy black leather jockstrap. White rugby socks had been rolled onto his feet, followed by highly glossed DM boots, which were tightly laced in place. The men then sat him upright, adding a sizable metal padlock to the front of his collar. They then twisted his hands up behind him and secured them to cuffs, which dangled from the back of his collar. Finally, a rubber gag shaped like a small cock was slid into his mouth and secured behind his head.

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The Box – Part 3 – First Frustration

By Rubber Dog

The boy’s visual record of his ordeal had ended as the hood had been fitted over his head; its thickness virtually unyielding to even the smallest attempted movement of his jaw.  The shock of the massive plug had made him try to scream, but he’d not even been able to do this properly, rather instead sending a shock of pain through his jaw and neck as he involuntarily tried to throw open his mouth.

This, in turn had caused him problems with the gag, again almost choking him as it threatened to trigger his yet untamed gag reflex.  Now, for a few moments he was left alone, panting hard and testing the restraints occasionally with agitated struggles but of course he was still held firm.  Through the thickness of the hood he could just about make out the sounds of his snorting breathing from the end of the thick mouth tube, that and the slight vibration it made across the rubber of his face.

His master watched this for a few minutes: the sporadic struggling gradually became less and less frantic as the boy accepted his predicament; the coughing flecks of spit that came out of the gag; and the way the boy was trying to adjust his feet, still not yet covered in rubber, as his legs no doubt began to ache more and more from their almost rigid bondage.

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The Box – Part 2 – A First Layer

By Rubber Dog

Cold, and with a desperate panic, the boy jolted back awake.  He heard his breath, course ragged breaths.  Darkness.  Cold and damp.  A hard floor, his body aching from laying on it.  His skin was cold.  He propped himself up with his arms, his hands feeling a tiled floor, he turned his head side to side.  Looking.  Nothing.  Panicked.  Where was he?  He’d been knocked out, but where was he now?

Why did he feel so cold?  He moved one hand to his jeans pocket, but just hit skin.  He was naked.  Cold and naked laying on a hard tiled floor, in complete darkness, his head still spinning and clouded from whatever had been on the rag.

He sat up, drew his knees to his chin and pulled his feet in.  Slowly he crept backwards, inching towards something he could lean against.  He found a wall, and carefully propped himself against it, getting himself used to the glassy chill of it down his naked back.  Gingerly he pulled his feet in further and wrapped his arms around his knees, more for safety now than anything else.

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