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The Pit’s Grip – Part 14

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Chapter 14: The Pit’s Straps

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By Restrained4U

The pit snarled, chains scraping.

Marcus smirked, jeans hugging. Jamie sat rigid, latex slick, cap sharp. Leo stood, cage biting, jaw locked.

Ryan knelt by the scarred table, leather vest creased, leather pants scuffed – rigid bar handcuffs locking his wrists tight, steel clinking with each shift, a thick leather collar biting into his neck, the leash’s cold chain coiled loose on the concrete from Leo’s last tug, defiance simmering in his cold smirk despite his submission.

Leo stood over him, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, Ryan’s cap tilted low on his sun-bleached hair. Envy twisted a faint, bitter grin as he gripped the leash’s end, his dominance over Ryan a fraying.

He yanked the leash hard – sharp clank – jerking Ryan’s head up, chain rattling against concrete. “One last ride, slave – lick my boots,” he growled, thick with spite, planting his right boot forward, leather gleaming under the red glow, toe scuffed from Ryan’s prior service. “Now.”

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Size Doesn’t Matter

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By David Cody Ledon

Note: This is a re-post of a story from 10 years ago that was published under the author name of pennagwm. Now, the original author, David Cody Ledon, has taken this tale and written a book-length story called An Error in Judgment, available on Amazon.

There are a lot of fantasies out there about being enslaved, having a hot, demanding master who can physically dominate you. But there’s reality to consider. If you’re locked up 24/7, unless your master is wealthy and somewhat obsessed, it’s not always viable in reality. What about health insurance? How do you stay fit? When do you get to go to the bathroom? How do you pay the bills? Reality intrudes on our fantasies.

My situation, on the other hand, combines fantasy and reality pretty effectively, and inescapably.

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A Stable Headspace (A True Potential Story) – Part 03

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(Cowboys, Country, TPE, Bondage, Animal Roleplay; dog/pig)

Written by BootDeputy

After the night in the barn as Tread the horse, Logan is taken to the city for a night of rest from the ranch with the boys.  

The next morning, Tread woke up to the barn doors opening letting sunshine in. It was already high up in the sky. He didn’t know what time it was, but it was the best night of sleep he got as a horse, and his body was sore from yesterday. Master Dallas stepped into Tread’s stall wearing only a pair of coveralls, his chest pushing on the straps that hung over his mountain-like shoulders.

He didn’t say anything, just started to remove the gear on Tread who was still in a half-dazed state. The silicon hood and suit were removed. There were some bruises forming on his back. Even the metal collar that had been on since day one was removed. Logan suddenly felt like he could float off the earth.

He moved Logan, who again felt untethered outside of his horse skin, to the washing station. He cleaned himself up and shaved while Master Dallas stepped into his office. When he came back out, he was wearing a western dress shirt and pressed jeans. A shiny leather belt and buckle holding them up. Black ostrich boots gave off a clean shine.

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The Resort – Chapter 13

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By TklBndg516

The Program Begins

Monday brought about the start of the chastity program.  They had the usual pilot program meeting.  There were a few helpful comments about the program, but for the most part it was going as expected.  They informed the participants that they were getting ready to go live with the program.  For now, the members of the pilot program will continue as they are.  Jeff said that they still value their feedback until the program is more settled.  They expected to have the information out by the end of the week.  They were told that if they know anyone who might want to participate in the program, to have them reach out to Jeff or Steve.  They can get a head start on signing up before the program gets out to the rest of the staff.  Matt mentioned that he knows of a few people that may be interested.  David did too.  The members of the pilot program were dismissed.

The rest of the team stayed a little longer.  Jeff reported that he had a meeting with someone from the marketing group that afternoon.  He showed them the information that he put together about it.  They had a few suggestions.  Jeff made a few revisions while they were there.  Steve asked to participate in the meeting with the person from the marketing group.  With that they adjourned until their Thursday meeting.  As usual, they then went to lunch together.

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A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 09

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By Hunter Perez

Holmgren walked me through unfamiliar corridors within the prison, and as we journeyed I began to develop a very bad headache. I don’t know if it was from the whiskey or if it was a crash from the adrenaline rush I felt in subduing the intruders, but the pain came on quickly. Holmgren had been talking, but in my discomfort I stopped listening to him – which I didn’t realize until he repeated a question twice without my generating an answer.

“You don’t look good – what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I feel like I’m having a migraine headache,” I said. “Do you have aspirin?”

“I don’t think it’s been invented yet,” he said. “But I have something in my kitchen that can make you feel better instantly.”

We walked out into a section of the prison grounds that I didn’t recognize. There were several small stone buildings and a few wooden sheds. A strong wind brought the scent of horse manure that betrayed the presence of the prison’s stables, which Holmgren pointed out to me.

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Buying Love – The Admiral’s Origin Story: Part 02

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By Cutieboy90

Two decks down and 50 feet aft, Jake Jackson had been on an inside service stairwell on his way back from the storage room when he’d been thrown over the railing by the ship’s pitching. His cover had been lost in his fall. In the violent shuddering and ensuing darkness, the young marine had tied himself to the handrail with a couple of the belts he’d been carrying. Ear-piercing metallic crashing and rumbling echoed up the narrow stairwell, overwhelming and disorienting him. Sitting on the landing and clinging to the metal banister, Jackson prayed.

 

In the toolroom, Quinn-Timothy James had been slammed to the floor. He lost sight of Caleb Bradley behind a curtain of fire and a thunderous crash. He stayed down and waited for the lights to come back on. When they didn’t, he felt his way to the bulkhead and pulled himself up. He grabbed a flashlight out of the maintenance cabinet, its narrow beam of light revealed to him an unrecognizable scene of twisted chaos.

“Wha-?” James was speechless for a moment. The tool room… Was gone. Whatever the fuck he was looking at wasn’t anything. Just a huge, circular door. And the smell of burnt… Stuff. Or something.

“Bradley?” He called into the darkness. “Bradley??” James’s voice echoed in the tubular structure next to him. Where was Bradley? James felt his stomach and chest tighten. Now that his brain was catching up with his eyes, he realized what the circular doorway was. It was an engine exhaust cowling from one of the F-18s. The hangar was the deck above. The fire must have been an explosion!

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 18

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By Joshua Ryan

He stopped the car in something that looked like a garage or an old bus depot.  There was even a bus parked in there, and a whole line of guys climbin off of it.  They were all dressed like me — I mean they were all wearing cuffs and shackles!  Their clothes were all different, though.  Some of them were wearing those cool jailhouse stripes that you always see online, and some of them were dressed in various styles of orange.  About half of them were like me — normal clothes.  I could see what was happening.

This bus had stopped at a few jails, and some of these were guys like me that had just reported for prison, like I was “supposed” to have done, but some of them had been sittin in jail already.   Not enough money, I guess!  But they were all going to prison.  And so was I!  It didn’t take long for me to take my place in line with them.  Lieutenant Brannigan pulled me out of the back seat, and a friend of his came up, another gray-uniformed DOC goon, and I was swept away, into the tide of bodies comin off the bus.  Too bad I didn’t get to know the Lieutenant better — I’d never had a hunk like that grabbing my crotch before.

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