By hard slave
The five of us had a standing game for a few years running, first Friday of every month. We alternated hosting, but mostly it was a Jake’s place as he had the most room. We were all a few years out of college back then, had decent jobs — unmarried but able to live on our own. It started with a low cash ante, no heavy bets. We eventually worked our way up, so that the winner usually came away with about 50 bucks. We didn’t need the money, so the stakes were kinda boring to all of us.
One night Jake suggested playing for something else. Let’s try strip poker tonight, he laughed. We nervously laughed along with him, but agreed. The loser of each hand would roll a die and take off corresponding number of garments. I lost first, rolled a 4, no big deal as each shoe counted as one item, same for socks. The game progressed and eventually Jim rolled a 6 ending the game. As he pulled off his briefs, we all hooted and pointed. What jerks.
By ty dehner
Together again! Sir and i are finally together in Chicago. Up to yesterday the three months that past seem to pass very slowly and seemed like a long time to be apart. But after arriving last night and being with him again, i seems like just a day had past.
After a very bumpy flight, Sir met me at the gate with the first of several surprises. He had shaved his head and now had a goatee. He looked awesome! There was a great surprise and was very happy to see. Of course, i was just very happy to see him, period. His smile, his eyes, and with his new look he was even more dominant looking.
Once as his place, i received the stripe command and Sir checked out my progress. When i weight in, my weight was down to 236. As the evening progressed, i think Sir could see some changes in me. i have worked hard at creating these changes and building a better body. There is still a long way to go.
Soon, i gave Sir a bath then a massage. i had never done massage before. So, Sir instructed me as i progressed. Sir’s body looked great. It was firm, tan and strong. i know what he is teaching me will work cause of how he is.
By Mister-X/Spartan
I was never in the Marines, but I’ve always been fascinated by them. In particular, I love their uniforms and their discipline. I purchased various of their uniforms on e-Bay which I wear at home.
I also have been interested in being bound and dominated. It was at the local bondage club that I met Jerry. He had been a Marine drill sergeant, and liked topping guys, as well as reliving his drill sergeant days. I invited him to come to my home on weekends to relive his favorite times. He was only too happy to do so.
Sometimes others with my desires would join us, and sometimes some of his Marine buddies would join us as well. He always wanted me to dress in my Marine uniforms at home, uniforms I had to keep in spotless condition, standing at attention for his arrival, saluting him when we would meet. He would, of course, inspect me and start yelling orders into my ear. I wasn’t allowed to relax from attention until he told me to. Any shortcomings, real or imagined, would be punishable by bondage. This suited both of our desires.
By PredicamentBondage
Exercising livestock is of paramount importance. There’s no point in procuring prime body-stock if it’s allowed to deteriorate during training. It’s essential to promote increased stamina, improved strength, greater wellbeing, better health and, hopefully, enhanced sex-appeal in every slave. Consequently, the slaves are exercised hard, every day.
The treadmill pods provide slaves with adequate cardio exercise, as each occupant spends at least six hours a day walking, jogging and running, trying to catch some sleep between pre-programmed exercise sessions.
Slaves also spend at least four, 3-hour sessions in the gym, every week. Our gym is well appointed with the latest, state-of-the-art equipment that would not be out-of-place in the best high street gymnasium. Glass walled on two sides, the gym provides me with good visibility of the slave’s progress.
By ty dehner
Jason’s lasso flies across the stall landing on my horns, tightening as he tugs on the rope with his gloved hands. It was weird I was a bull and he was roping me! While certainly like a human I was incased in heavy black leather with a bull head and horns on my head. I couldn’t speak and was grunting like a bull as I struggled some with the rope around my horns. I look at them and they didn’t seem to concern that eventually I was going to do as they wanted. The suit was warm, and parts were sticking to me as it was lined in leather. He started to pull me closer to him and I could do nothing but move. He led me out of the stall across the barn, my hooved hands clopping on the wood floor. As I walked I could feel the weight of my cock and balls swaying under me. I was taken outside where there was a animal trailer. He pulled me up the ramp and into the dirty stall on the right side of the trailer. He took a chain that was attached to the trailer and locked it to the ring in my nose.
Removing the lasso, he slapped my ass and left after slamming the door shut. Soon I could hear a horse being loaded into the other side. I couldn’t move much so decided to sit down. The chain was short but allowed me to at least sit. It was getting warm in the trailer and the leather suit was like a sauna, creating more sweat. Soon the trailer started to jerk, and we were on our way to what I would think was the rodeo grounds.
As we drove, I was thinking in my head that I was a fucking leather bull. I had limited vision in this hood but here I was riding in an animal trailer after being roped by Jason!
By Bikermike
This ad that had appeared in one of the Gay websites intrigued me. It read:
Spend a day with two dungeon masters. No stopwords, no release until the mutually agreed time has elapsed. Play will be at masters’ discretion. For further information email …. Or Mobile…..
I emailed them.
I learned that there would be no charge but I could spend either four or eight hours secured in the masters’ dungeon (which was actually a cellar in their house situated in a leafy part of London). In addition, the reply text went on to emphasise that I would be expected to be a total “sub” and that I would have to agree to anything that the masters would wish to do to me. I also understood that there may or may not be more than one “sub” being used at any one time. I could take it or leave it.
There was an attachment. This was a photo of some of their play and bondage equipment that would be used, but that more equipment may be added and used without prior warning. These included whips, paddles, tawses, canes; a medieval pillory, heavy rigid irons, steel slave collars; ball stretchers with or without spikes and electro equipment, which included a hand cranked generator.
My cock dripped precum as I emailed my reply: I would love to spend four hours as their “sub.”
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