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Three Slaves – Part 08

By Practicerestraint

Chris led slave 502 out of the building and they stopped under an awning that shaded the entrance.  Chris lifted the lid on a cooler sitting nearby, grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and drank about half of it.  He capped the bottle, set it on the cooler, and then undid the penis gag that had kept 502 silent during the tour.  Chris pulled out the gag, wiped the drool off on 502’s trunks, and placed it on the cooler. He unclipped the wrist restraints and handed the bottle of water to 502.

“Drink up.  I’ll leave the gag out, but don’t assail me with questions.  Just listen.”

After taking the empty bottle from 502 and throwing it in a recycling bin, Chris led the slave to a golf cart parked in the paved area just beyond the awning.  He directed 502 to get in the passenger seat.   Chris then bent down and used clips to attach the wrist and ankle restraints to eyebolts fixed in the seat and floor.  He grabbed the gag and tossed it into the back of the golf cart and then jumped into the driver’s seat.

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Liam and Isaac: Retribution

“Five.” He whispered, his voice soft, deep, and rich, like caramel. “One for every phone call you missed.”

After a hectic day at Liam’s work, Isaac has brought him home, to face his punishment for missing their lunch date and making him so worried. He teases Liam mercilessly, making sure his boy knows never to worry him like that again.

By Aenyse

“Ohhh.” Liam moaned as Isaac slowly lowered his mouth onto his rock hard cock. Feeling Isaac’s tongue playing around the tip of the sensitive flesh had him rolling his head back and closing his eyes. The warm wetness of his mouth was so inviting, he had to resist the urge to move, like Isaac would expect.

But then, without warning, Isaac pressed a second finger into him, making him moan even louder as he lazily sucked on Liam’s cock. He couldn’t help moving then, pushing his hips up as much as he could, not that it was particularly far. Both his ankles were cuffed to the corners of the bed, spreading his legs apart. With Isaac’s fingers up his arse, he couldn’t move up and down much either. But he could at least roll his hips, so he did, looking down at Isaac as he began to match his motions, moving down as Liam’s hips moved up. He wasn’t taking him all the way, but his light sucking was more than enough for Liam.

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 03

By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 3: Sentimental Education

So I’d got up in the morning so bored I could hardy drag myself to the shower, and by fuckin five in the afternoon I was lying on the bed, thinking how easy it turned out to be to get a cock into your hole, and how easy and AWESOME it was to get your cock into some other dude’s hole, which is something I NEVER could picture that I would EVER do!  Ever!!!  Well, I could picture it, but . . . .

Dinner that night was . . . different.  I used to be kind of ashamed of my parents, who were, like, about 20 years older than they really were, and that’s why they went to resorts like that, so they could be around the other old people.  I don’t think I knew exactly how I felt before, but now I did, and when I looked at them, it wasn’t like they were even my parents, you know?  I’d just got misplaced somehow, and ended up with them.  But mainly I was looking at all the dudes in brown uniforms running back and forth, taking out the plates and filling the water glasses.  Fuck they were hot!  I wondered who they were screwing, out behind the kitchen or wherever.

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My Adventures With Billy – Part 10

By Robmacz

I headed home for the last time. Once there I took a last look round, kinda like when you move home from college and take a last look at where you lived as a student. Would I ever see this place again? Probably not. I got changed, putting on a t-shirt and some jeans that I had earlier poured whisky on so they would smell. I picked up a half bottle of whisky, the manila envelope containing the small packages of coke, and the larger bundle. Then I retrieved Billy’s pistol from where I had safely hidden it.

Down in the garage I smashed the rear light, so that it would cause attention and then I put the gun and drugs on the floor by the passenger seat and left the whisky close at hand. I headed off it was about 7.30 in the evening. I drove around for about 15 minutes before I saw a police car parked on the side of the road. Two cops were just getting in with their coffees. I put my foot down and started to drive erratically. It was not long before I saw flashing lights behind me. I knew where I was heading– Pierre’s, the restaurant where Billy took me several months before.  I knew there would be a pile of expensive cars lined up outside.

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My Adventures With Billy – Part 08

By Robmacz

‘Well,’ Billy said, ‘it all started soon after I became a cop. I was on patrol one evening and I pulled this guy over. It was a standard DUI, the guy was just slightly over the limit. As I started to read him his rights he started to plead with me not to take him in, that he needed his car to see his daughter who was sick in the hospital and his ex-wife didn’t want him there. It was a real sob story, but I felt sorry for the guy. Then he offered me $200. I don’t know what came over me, but I was overdrawn at the bank and I had to pay off a loan that my brother took out with a loan shark. I was finding it hard just to make ends meet. I took the money and told him to be on his way. It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

‘A few days later I get some mail, which contained a photo of me accepting the cash.  It told me I should be parked on the corner of a street someplace, I can’t quite remember where. Anyway a minute or so after I arrived this guy got in my car. He told me that if I didn’t want that photo to see the light of day, I was to provide certain information when requested. That it wouldn’t be regular, but every now and then. I agreed.  What else could I do?

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Displayed – Part 04

By Pickle

Note: This is a continuation of a story by Pickle that has not been updated in quite some time. To start at the very beginning, click here.

~ Chapter 16 ~

I’m left hanging there, and as much as the fiendish belt is giving me some added support so that my arms aren’t taking my entire weight, I’m wishing to Hell it wasn’t there.  I discover it automatically tightens and loosens along with all its other functions.  It squeezes the fuck out of you for several minutes … as if breathing isn’ t tough enough just from hanging there, and then releases for a few minutes, so you think you’re safe from it.

Then it tightens again.  The thing not only sends random shocks through your navel to the back of the pole (where there must be some kind of conductive material I didn’t notice) but also the entire belt shocks you where it touches you.  I learn the “nose cone” also retracts leaving just a thin rounded rod that both jabs a guy in the navel repeatedly and at various sequences, but also circles around inside his navel as it does so … sometimes nailing him dead centre and other just off-centre, so it works the entire bellybutton.  That results in getting me so hard that my cock and balls are constantly getting shocked at full force, along with the shocks to my mid-section and feet.

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Duty

By Siratpdx

Recently, I connected with a young man of 25 over Scruff who was interested in me and wanted to explore and experience a deeper and more intense session with an older, more experienced person, focusing on impact and e-stim.  Our connection was very happenstance.  I had made a car trip from the west coast to Chicago a few months before, and I spent a night in a town near when he lives.  I am far from certain how the algorithms work, but I suggested that I ended up in his Scruff feed as an ‘echo’ of my presence from being in the area a few weeks before.

We chatted a few times over the phone and video.  I was impressed with him, and for me at least, it is not that often that I come across man who invokes more than a sense of chemistry, but a more intimate and spiritual connection that I would describe as limerence.  He is more than young enough to be my son, and in some ways we connected in that dad-son dynamic that only gay men really understand.

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Black Leather Cops and Revenge – Part 2

By Alex Ironrod © 2021

PART TWO – INITIATION

With my violated and beaten ass and aching arms, I made it back on my bike to my apartment in town. I pulled off my high black boots, stripped off my once shining leathers and took a long hot shower. It didn’t wash away the memory of my rape and I brooded in silence. What could I do alone to get my revenge? How could I get close to the leather-shirted Sergeant Tyrell and learn his tricks and his weaknesses?

Gradually a plan of action emerged. I would join the Highway Patrol and become a motor cop. With luck and careful planning, I could meet Tyrell again and I would take it from there. After all, I knew all about bikes; I’d been riding them for almost ten years, and my three-year military experience should count for something. I gave up my computer sales job and got ready.

I spit-polished my boots until they gleamed, put on a fresh pressed shirt and pants, slung my leather jacket round my shoulders, walked into the nearest Highway Patrol station – and signed on. It was easier than I dared to hope, with my existing background paving the way. Soon after I was called up to the Academy for training.

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