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You’re in No Position to Negotiate – Part 02

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By nyc49

I wanted to get the chastity device out of the house. Who knew when someone would come by unannounced and start snooping? Plus, I had to admit that I wanted the temptation far away from me. The Sunday after I got the key back and was able to unlock myself, I e-mailed Ted:

“How can I send the CB back to you? I don’t have your mailing address.”

He wrote back pretty quickly:

“You need to bring it back in person. Are you free next weekend?”

“Yes, no plans.” Maybe he would have time for another bondage session – I could win in more ways than one.

“You promised you would get it back to me according to my instructions. You have to bring it back to me locked on yourself.”

This didn’t sound so bad.

“OK. When and where shall we meet?”

“There’s more. You need to be locked up, but you have to send me the key in advance.”

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The Journey to Hull – Part 4

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By Wakeysub

For the sake of accuracy I need to make it clear that my session with Conradfan was an intense abduction scene. However, we didn’t indulge in the more extreme activities I have included in this and the previous instalment.

Session 3

I don’t know how long I lay there in darkness with the constant pain in my balls and my tits. Even shallow breathing caused the nipple clamps to bite deeper and any small movement caused my balls to be yanked harder and harder. The torment was unending. I closed my eyes to try and block out the pain but all the pain was overwhelming and the dark just made it worse.

Suddenly the light over the bed came on – the florescent tube in its cage high above me switched on and my eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness. I felt myself panic in anticipation for the session which might be about to start.

The heavy metal door opened and I saw him again framed in the door wearing his leather suit, gloves and the peaked cap. Despite everything I felt my cock throbbing in its tight metal cage and the evil grin which appeared on his face only made me feeling even more anxious but horny.

“I hope you are refreshed after your rest 626 you fat fucker – you’ve got a very intense session ahead of you. I’m sure a pervert like you is going to love it – I chose it from your profile. Now, let’s start the timer again so the fun can begin.”

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Cellar

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By Bikermike

I must say that I can look back to what happened to me some six years ago with a degree of fondness and if I am honest, more than a soupçon of a sense of security. Strangely enough, I can remember verbatim the early conversations we had in the first few days of my captivity. Whether it was because of the shock of something terrible and new I have no idea. The following six years I remained as this guy’s captive seemed like a blur of memory; akin, I suppose to what some might refer to as “institutionalisation.”

I was eighteen and was hitch-hiking home from the city centre one night in the pouring rain. I cannot remember the type of vehicle that stopped; perhaps a Range Rover. The driver – I suppose in his forties and of stocky but muscular build reached over to let me into the passenger’s door. ‘Where are you off to, mate?’ he enquired. I explained that I lived a further ten miles up this particular road and would thankfully appreciate a lift, given the horrible weather. I climbed in and put on the seat-belt.

I can remember the guy rummaging in his glove compartment and pulled out a small box of what I supposed were peppermints: something like “Tic-Tacs.” ‘Here! Have a mint, mate, it’ll warm you up!’ he said as he shook two into my hand. I thought the taste was a bit odd – pepperminty but also bitter.

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Before he was a gay porn star, Dallas Steele was an on-air TV news reporter

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This is cool. If you are a fan of gay bondage porn like I am, you guys will no doubt recognize Dallas Steele from various shoots at Titan and Bound Jocks:

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Mr. Steele was recently profiled in the New York Post, of all places, in an article titled “I became a porn star because I hated my TV news job.” Read the article by clicking here:

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You can view Dallas Steele’s content at Bound Jocks by clicking here.

Also check out some of his “greatest hits” over at Titan Men:

  • ICONS (with Diesel Washington)
  • Blue Collar Ballers (with Dirk Caber)
  • RENT (with David Benjamin)

(click through and do a search)

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The Cage – Part 01

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By Steellock

Here I am, sitting in a steel cage, a long penis gag in my mouth with my wrists and ankles locked into a rigid bondage bar. It’s been an hour and I’m starting to get very sore arms and my back is starting to spasm.

How the fuck do I get into these situations?

A few hours earlier I had been wandering though Soho at a loose end and looking for a bit of fun. As I passed one of the fetish shops I browsed the window and was handed a flier for a party in one of the clubs. They have a dungeon bar in their cellar and tonight it was open for fun. There was a strict entry dress requirement – leather only …

Well that was OK; I was in thick leather jeans and my boots with a black polo shirt. Should be fine.

The guy on the door was a tall, muscle-bound hunk in a tight black T shirt and jeans who gave me a look over and waved me on through, so I headed off down the stairs following the sound of the music and the babble of many guys chatting and having fun.

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 10

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By lthr_jock

Vickers placed a small set of steps behind Clark and went up the couple of steps he needed to so that he could talk to the restrained male.

“OK, Samuel, so here’s the plan. You can still move your hands inside the rubber, so when you want a drink just make a fist with your left hand. Try it now.” He looked down and saw Clark make a fist and then release it to once again show his hand splayed out between the two sheets of rubber.

“Good. Now you’re going to be here for quite a while – so if you absolutely HAVE to get out I want you to clench your right hand. Do it now so I know you’ve understood me.” He looked down and confirmed the movement. “Excellent. Oh – one thing. If you insist on leaving before the end of the show, you don’t get any money taken off your debt.” Vickers chuckled at the outraged grunts from inside the rubber. “Now, now, Samuel, that’s no way to talk to the man who isn’t chained in a rubber vac rack. So, make a fist if you understand.” After a short pause, the man did so. “Good. Now, I just need to polish you up.” He looked up and saw that some other stall holders were wandering around before the official opening and were already paying his display some attention.

Vickers got out the rubber gloss and started spraying it over Clarks restrained form. He could see Clark shudder – as much as he could – as the spray chilled the rubber and he then went over it with a clean duster. His light strokes soon turned the already gleaming rubber into a shiny, almost iridescent surface that reflected the lights set up around the hall. He heard a murmur of appreciation from behind him and looked over his shoulder to see that the group of fellow exhibitors was growing. He paid some attention to Clark’s crotch. The mans already hard cock was pointing straight up his towards his navel and a few delicate rubs with the cloth made it stand out even more. He noticed Clark’s right hand briefly clench and then relax as the big man gave in to the situation. Clark’s cock looked even bigger outlined and defined by the rubber and Vickers looked forward to a time when he would be able to get his mouth around it.

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The Convict – Part 11

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By Joshua Ryan

I was in another tall, old room, but this one was tall and narrow. Along one wall was a set of shelves, with line after line of metal baskets on top of them. Along the opposite wall was another one of those big old-fashioned desks — only this one was loaded with computer equipment. The equipment looked strange in a room like that, almost eerie. It was like two worlds were being jammed together. . . . The tears were still in my eyes, running down my face. I was having a hard time focusing . . . “Hit the prints!” someone barked.

There was a guard sitting behind the desk, and the guard was already yelling at me. “The prints on the FLOOR!” I looked at the floor. There was a pair of yellow feet painted there. I put my freshly polished black shoes on the fading yellow feet and looked back at the guard. He wasn’t looking at me. He was writing something, and it took him a long time. That is, I think it did. Time was strange at the moment.

The guard put a stamp on a thing that must have been part of my “docs”; then he got up and strode to the other side of the desk. He was young. He was Mexican. He was short and slight. His grays were freshly washed. His hair was freshly slicked and combed. There were deep thick furrows running through it, like newly plowed earth. And he had a paddle dangling from his belt.

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The Inventor’s Incident With the Box

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By Mister-X/Spartan

Todd awoke to the sound of all the ‘clicks’ of his restraints opening, as well as the slow rising of the lid of the box in which he was sleeping. He yawned and stretched his limbs and removed his blindfold and gag before rising out of the box, being careful when pulling his ass off the dildo which was part of the box. It was the start of another day. After taking care of his emptying at both ends, he shaved his chin, neck, face and scalp and washed his face. Then he went out to the kitchen to start getting breakfast. He was still dressed in his pyjamas, which is what he called the full rubber catsuit he slept in. He turned on the television to catch the news. He had set his ‘alarm’ to be a few minutes before the 7:00 newscast so he could catch the beginning. The lead story was about a big storm that was due to hit that evening and continue overnight.

While breakfast was cooking he did his minimal exercises to start warming up for the day. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. He started thinking about the day ahead, and realized that it was the day for play with his friends. Since Todd didn’t have a regular job, living off the income from his inventions, he didn’t work a regular week and wasn’t that aware of which day of the week it was. His friends did do regular jobs, and their play would be on weekends, one of which began with this day. At the thought, Todd’s cock started getting hard.

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