By Atlanta Stud

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Clik here to view.Zac crashed for the next few hours with good reason. After spending the night locked up in a set of transport shackles and then spending some time chained up to the basement post, he was beat. It was noon before he hit the shower and headed out to run a few errands for the day. It was a scorcher that afternoon so he opted for his cargo shorts, his favorite snug fitting navy Under Armour Just Saying sleeveless tank and his worn low Chucks. It was almost dinner before he got back and he noticed Nick and Daniel kicking around a soccer ball in the front yard, their shirtless physiques glistening with sweat in the late afternoon sun. Zac was pretty cut himself, but he admired Nick’s physique, the muscular trimmed hairy chest that looked bullet proof. With his two bags of new workout clothes in tow, he headed over to chat with the men and soon found himself engaged in the battle of the soccer ball.

By the time it was over, it was a sweaty mess of three muscular hunks.

“Think it’s time for showers, boys, and firing up the grill. Got some great steaks marinating in the fridge. Stay and join us, Zac.”

“Cool, I’ll run back to the house and get cleaned up. About 30 minutes?” said Zac.

“Screw that. Use my guest bedroom’s shower. You’ve already got something to change into.” Daniel said.

Zac and Daniel hit the showers while Nick waited for one to free up. Daniel was out first, so Nick took that one while Daniel laid out Nick’s evening attire of cargo shorts, jock, black compression tank and flip flops. With the jailhouse having been locked on since last night, Nick was getting pretty horny at this point. Not being able to truly feel his cock, he noticed that the water spraying from the shower head making its way through the rings of the cage provided a torturous sensation because it felt good while at the same time caused his cock to fill the prison cage.

The guys were hanging out on the back deck after a great steak dinner enjoying a fresh bottle of merlot when Daniel, out of the blue, turned to Zac and said, “anytime you want to borrow that transport set to wear around the house, just let me know, boy.”

Zac nearly spat out his fresh sip of wine out at the unexpected remark and Nick couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Zac locking himself up in the set while hanging out at his house. But Zac had some news to share with the boys that night.

Zac had one year of college left and decided to commute to the regional campus which was only twenty minutes away instead of living at the main campus several hours away. This allowed him to save money and work a part time job locally in his field to gain practical experience. Everything was all set until his dad got a job transfer out of state. This meant that Zac would have to get an apartment, thus wiping out any money he would have saved.

“Yeah, it sucks. So now I’ll have to get an apartment and I won’t be saving much of anything.”

“Heck, I’ve got an extra room in the house, Zac, why don’t you just stay here? Tell you what, you help out with the yard and around the house and you can stay for free your final year. It’ll be nice having some extra company, too.” Daniel said.

That caught Nick off guard considering his sleeping arrangements in the cell all these months. He wondered how all that would change if Zac was living there. Nick had also grown to enjoy time in the cell and being locked up in shackles from time to time while in the house. ‘Damn, I’m locked up in this chastity cage, too!’ Nick thought to himself. ‘Things will certainly be different around here if Zac moves in’.

Daniel had another reason for offering Zac room and board as he knew it would present the possibility of seeing him locked up more frequently. Heck, he already had the boy interested in steel, so he was sure he could get a chain collar padlocked around the boy’s neck by Thanksgiving break if things work out.

Things moved along pretty quickly. Zac’s parents moved out of state and Zac had his things in Daniel’s spare bedroom…the one that Nick slept in that night where he found the orange prison jumpsuit in the closet. Daniel had cleared out much of the closet that held his special gear, but left a few specially chosen boxes on the top closet shelf, hoping that a curious Zac would take a peek inside at some point.

As expected, Nick moved into the second bedroom and didn’t spend his nights in the cell downstairs once Zac moved in, but he did remain locked in the jailhouse chastity device and was required to sleep in a pair of Peerless leg shackles at night. It was only a couple weeks at that point and his balls were full and he was climbing the walls…he kept thinking about was how good it would feel to touch his cock again and jack off.

One early morning that Fall after Daniel had already left for the weekend to visit a project two hours away, Nick, half awake, shirtless and craving some juice, wandered off to the kitchen, not thinking about the fact that he was still wearing the Peerless leg shackles that he had slept in. He had been so accustomed to them and it didn’t occur to him that Zac would still be there since Zac normally had an early class schedule on Friday but his first two classes were being conducted on-line.

Zac had wandered from his bedroom to the kitchen and saw a shackled Nick taking a swig of juice. “What the hell, did Daniel lock you up before he left?” Zac laughingly said.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“Yeah, no worries, stud, guess you just can’t get enough of the steel, huh.” Zac said with a chuckle. Joking aside, what Zac really thought was how hot Nick’s powerful hairy legs looked in the Peerless leg shackles. ‘No, wait, why am I thinking that?’ he thought to himself.

“So what’s the deal, Nick, you just felt like walking around in leg shackles this morning?”

Nick figured he’d just sort of tell it like it is. “Well, they were sitting on the closet floor last night and I don’t know, just tried them out and fell asleep with them on. I was craving juice so bad when I got up, I didn’t bother to grab the keys sitting on the nightstand to unlock them. Guess I better go do that, huh.”

“LOL, well, don’t take them off on my account.” Zac said. And with that, in a split moment’s decision, he made a mad dash to Nick’s room and grabbed the Peerless keys. Nick didn’t stand a chance trying to run after him.

“OK, OK, very funny, now hand me the keys so I can take these off.”

“I don’t know about that, bud. Seems to me that since you locked yourself up, you must like this, and you wrapped up a project last week, so you don’t have to be anywhere today. Tell you what, I’m headed to the library and then my classes, so I’ll be back in about four hours, and I’ll give you the keys when I return.”

“Payback’s a bitch, Zac, just remember that.”

Nick wasn’t worried, but he didn’t want to let Zac get that impression. He played along with Zac’s little game, knowing all to well that he could find a key in Daniel’s closet full of metal gear. Zac soon left and Nick quickly found keys and grabbed his shower, his frustrating shower, they all were now that he was still in the jailhouse chastity. Once dressed, he grabbed the transport set that Zac had gotten himself stuck in not that long ago, and thought about his plan of attack for when Zac returned.

When Nick heard Zac pull up, he was ready to make his move.

“Hey Nick, where you at, buddy? Ready for me to set you free, or do you want to stay locked up a while longer?” he said with a sarcastic chuckle.

“I’m in my bedroom. Get your sorry ass in here and take these off, will ya?”

Nick was positioned by the door and it was too late when Zac saw him. It was no match really, Nick had Zac overpowered and locked up in the transport set before he knew what hit him. “What the fuck? How did you get out of those?”

Once a boy scout always a boy scout. Found a spare set of keys that fit. Now it’s payback, college boy and if you’re a good boy, I may set you free after 24 hours. If you cause me any trouble, I may just have to lock you away for the night. That last threat sparked something in both boy’s crotches. Nick knew exactly what that threat could mean. Zac didn’t, but the threat sounded hot for some strange reason.

“OK, funny, you showed me that you could get me, I get it. You can let me out now.” Zac said trying to sound convincing. Truth was he liked the transport set and thought about the set often after that night he was stuck in them. But he didn’t want to let on.

“Oh hell no, college boy. Best get used to ’em, because you’re not getting unlocked for 24 hours. Told you payback was a bitch. Oh, and you won’t be finding any spare keys.”

Zac managed the first few hours without griping much, but he did have to ask, well plead, with Nick anytime he needed something that was out of reach due to the connecting chain. Without being able to do much at all, he lounged out on the rear deck and sucked down a few beers to kill some time and it didn’t take long at all being on an empty stomach to get a little cocky and kept after Nick to unlock him as he was sure he learned his lesson. But after about the twentieth pleading, Nick decided to teach him another lesson and fetched another set of leg shackles and cuffed Zac’s left leg to one of the deck’s rail support posts.

“I’m ordering us a pizza. You can hang out here for a while so I don’t have to hear you ask me to set you free anymore. You’re in it for 24 hours, college boy, best get used to that fact.”

At this point it should have been Zac wearing the jailhouse chastity cage because as soon as Nick locked on that secondary leg shackle, he was sporting some serious wood.

To be continued

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By AlphaMetal

Day 1, Morning – The Arrival

Cody had been playing with his Sir for two years now. They started out doing 2-3 hour sessions, which moved to full days, and then Cody began spending nights, often sleeping in restraints. Things became more intense and Cody found himself submitting to Sir more and more when they were together.

The past two years had been great for both of them and the 26-year old Cody had learned a lot, but Sir decided it was time for the boy to experience something much more intense. It was time for Cody to go the campground.

Sir explained the campground to Cody. A few years ago, two good friends of his who owned a leather business bought an old boy scout camp that had sat empty for years. They used it for play parties and an annual weeklong training session to which close friends could bring special boys who were ready — and worthy — of being taken to the next level. Sir thought it was time for Cody to be taken to the campground; he thought Cody was ready, and he thought it would help submerge the boy more deeply into the headspace of a sub.

Cody was excited by the idea. Sir had taken him to the leather store several times and one of the owners had a calm and commanding presence that Cody found exciting. The man was older than Sir – about 60, maybe 65 – but he had a confidence around young subs that came from many years as a Leatherman.

Cody remembered Sir taking him to a fitting room at the leather store one time to try on one of those shoulder-to-wrist restraints that keep a boy’s hands behind his back in leather cuffs attached to a belt coming down from the boy’s neck. For some reason the owner followed them into the fitting room to try on the device and the owner calmly looked at Cody and told him to take off his clothes. There was something about the man’s calm but firm tone of voice that caused Cody to remove every stitch of clothing, as if obeying this man were the most natural thing in the world. Cody even liked the feeling of the older man’s rough hands on his skin as he fastened the restraints, and he did not mind in the least when the man turned him around and examined his naked body with Sir standing right there. In fact, Cody got hard.

The idea of seeing this man again excited Cody and he happily agreed to spend a week at the campground for this year’s training session. Cody had somehow imagined it would be like a whole week in that fitting room. He had not thought much about what else might happen at the camp.

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Cody and Sir made the long drive to the campground in Sir’s truck and about 20 minutes before they arrived Sir pulled off the side of the road at a secluded spot and told Cody to get out of the truck, which he did.

“You should arrive in shackles, boy.”

“I understand, Sir,” Cody replied.

“Have some water, boy,” Sir said, handing Cody a bottle. Cody drank the full bottle in a series of swallows.

“You should piss while you can, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Cody unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, pulled out his dick, and pissed next to one of the tires of Sir’s large pickup.

“Ready, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Hands behind your back, boy.”

“Yes, Sir,” Cody replied, and turned to face away from Sir with his hands behind his back.

Sir cuffed Cody’s hands with hinge cuffs, with the boy’s palms facing outward like a prisoner, and told him him to get back in the passenger seat of the truck. Sir then put leg shackles on Cody’s ankles, fastened the seatbelt around the boy, and continued the short drive to the campground.

The truck crunched along the gravel road through the gates of the old boy scout camp, pulled up to to a large building, and parked next to a well-polished and extremely black sedan. Sir opened Cody’s door, unbuckled his seatbelt, and said, “Out, boy,” and then Sir held and supported Cody as he made the hop from the truck to the ground.

Sir led his shackled boy into the building and they entered a large and empty room where Cody saw the man from the leather store and two other men, all in military-style fatigues and black combat boots. He then saw a good-looking boy who looked about Cody’s age sitting by the wall with his hands behind his back and shackles on his ankles. Cody saw that they were dressed mostly the same; jeans, simple t-shirts, sneakers. Cody couldn’t see the boy’s hands but he figured there were probably cuffed like his own.

Cody recognized the owner of the leather store and assumed that one of the men was his partner and that the third man had brought the boy sitting on the floor, probably in that expensive car.

Sir guided Cody over to the good-looking boy on the floor and said, “Down,” and Cody sat against the wall next to the boy.

“Nothing happens until the others arrive,” Sir said, and then Sir and the other men walked out of the room, leaving Cody and the boy alone.

Cody and the boy somehow realized they were not supposed to say anything and so neither spoke a word. But they looked at each other, and they looked closely.

Cody liked what he saw. The boy was clearly a jock of some kind. He didn’t look very tall — maybe 5’8” or 5’9” — but he had a muscular body with arms and pecs that pushed out the fabric of his t-shirt. Cody noticed that he wasn’t wearing socks with his sneakers and thought his bare ankles looked sexy. And he thought his feet probably smelled good.

He looked like a wrestler, Cody thought, so in his mind he named him “Wrestler Boy.”

The door to the room opened. Cody’s Sir walked in with the three men from before and another Master leading a man in handcuffs and leg shackles.

The new guy in shackles was a lot older than Cody or Wrestler. He was at least 45 and probably 50. He could be 55, Cody thought. The man had short gray hair and a fit body and he stood up straight and moved with confidence even in his shackles. He looked like he had been in the military at some point, but clearly as an officer. Hell, Cody thought, he might still be an officer, so Cody named him “the Colonel.” But 50 or not, and colonel or not, he was sitting on the floor in shackles and was clearly going to be treated like a boy for the next week.

Cody, Wrestler, and the Colonel sat on the floor for what must have been at least an hour, maybe more. Cody’s butt was beginning to hurt from the hard floor and he shifted around to relieve his butt and his shoulders, which were beginning to ache from having his hands cuffed behind his back for so long.

More time passed. Various older men came in and out talking to each other quietly and ignoring the boys on the floor.

Eventually a new pair walked in; another Master leading a boy in handcuffs and shackles.

The new boy looked about 22 or 23 and was very, very pretty. He was tall and thin and probably has a nice tight body, Cody thought, but it was hard to tell in his clothes. Cody especially noticed a vibe about the boy that screamed bottom in a wonderful way; this was clearly a kid who loved every minute a man was in his mouth or ass. But most striking was his hair, which was long, straight, soft, brown, and down to his shoulders. Cody didn’t usually like guys with long hair — he had a real thing for buzz cuts — but the long hair looked good on this kid, whose face was so pretty that the long hair seemed to match.

Cody had a quick mental image of holding the boy’s long hair in his two hands and guiding the boy’s pretty mouth to his cock. He felt his crotch get a little hard but shook his head from side to side to get rid of the idea. If his hands hadn’t been cuffed he would have slapped his own face, but all he could do was try to shake the idea out of his head. Cody didn’t know what was going to happen over the next few days but he knew he was here as a sub, and that it probably would not involve getting a lot of oral pleasure from pretty boys. It was best not to let himself think about that sort of thing.

Cody also noticed something else about the pretty boy. He seemed nervous. He was not at all like Wrestler, who looked tough even when cuffed and shackled, and he was certainly nothing like the Colonel, who held himself confidently. No, as Pretty Boy stood in the center of the room he kept turning and looking around at everything nervously, like a scared cat.

In a moment the scared but pretty boy was seated on the floor next to Cody, Wrestler, and the Colonel. The four of them waited silently.

After about 20 minutes the man from the leather store walked over to the four boys and told them to stand up. The boys struggled to their feet, which wasn’t easy in the cuffs and shackles, and the man started to speak. It was clear that he was in charge so Cody decided to think of him as “the Commander.”

“You each know you will be here for a week. Your masters have told me you understand and accept that. This is your one chance to leave, so if anyone wants to leave, speak now.”

None of the boys said a word.

“Good. That’s settled. Now the rules. The most important rule is to know your place. In a few moments your shoes will be taken away and you will be barefoot for the week. As you can see, the other men and I are wearing boots. Over the next few days, other men and boys may come and go. Anyone who is barefoot is a boy and will be expected to obey. Anyone wearing boots is a master. If anyone in boots gives you an order, you obey. It doesn’t matter who he is; if a man in boots gives you an order, you obey.”

“Rule 2. If you are given an order you do not hesitate, you comply instantly. You do not question, even in your own head, why you are being told to do something. You do not stop to think about the reason, or wonder what is going to happen next. You do what you are told. Immediately. If we see you hesitate, or if it looks like you are thinking about whether or not to obey, you will be punished. You are not here to think. You are here to obey. If you learn nothing else over the next few days, you WILL learn that. If you hesitate to obey an order, for even the briefest moment, you will be punished. And if you break any rule, or violate any order, you will be punished.”

The Commander paused to allow all that to sink in and then continued.

“If you understand and accept all of that, I want you to hear you say, one by one, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and if I hear you say that, you are here for the week. You will not be released early. If you do not accept the rules I have just explained, turn around, walk to the wall, and kneel; your Master will take you home.”

After a long pause the Commander pointed at each boy, one by one.

“Yes, Sir,” Cody said.

“Yes, Sir!” Wrestler said in a strong voice.

“Yes, Sir,” Pretty Boy said, somewhat meekly.

“Yes, Sir,” the Colonel said firmly.

“Good,” the Commander said. “Now, there is one more person who will be with us and you need to know his role as well. We call him Alpha Boy, or just Alpha. He works for us in our leather business and he lives with us at home as our slave. He is here to help us, and he is here as an enforcer. You will hear us give him orders and you will see him obey, but don’t think for a minute that he is your equal. You will see that he is wearing a chain collar with a padlock; that is because he is our collared boy. But you will also notice that he is wearing boots. Because to you he is a Dom. You will obey him the way you obey any other man wearing boots, and any failure to obey him will result in punishment. Don’t think about his collar, think about his boots. When he tells you to do something, you do it.”

“Go tell Alpha to come in,” the Commander said to his partner.

A few moments later Alpha walked in and the four shackled boys gulped simultaneously. Alpha was bodybuilder. He was huge. Absolutely fucking huge. He looked like he could lift any of the four boys and throw him all the way down a football field and through the goalpost.

Alpha stood next to the Commander impassively, his hands respectfully behind his back, his feet slightly apart, staring forward, not at anything in particular. He was completely naked except for black military boots and a chain collar. And his body was shaved hairless. Completely.

The chain collar and hairless body made it clear that Alpha was a slave, but those bulging muscles, his impassive, obedient stance, and those boots made it clear that he was not someone to mess with. If Alpha was told to do something he was going to do it, end of story. He would not show sympathy; he would just do what he was told. Like a machine.

The Commander watched the boys as they looked at Alpha’s intimidating body and then announced, “It’s time for intake.”

Cody did not know what that meant exactly, but he knew that his Sir liked to do some kind of “transition” whenever they got together for a session. It was something to mentally transition him from his normal daily life into the headspace of a sub, where he didn’t think about the outside world or about anything but his body, his sensations, and his Master. It was a headspace in which Cody was none of the things he was in his normal life, but just a naked sub. Cody figured something like that was about to happen during this “intake.”

The Commander said to the four shackled boys, “On your knees,” and they all kneeled.

Each boy’s Master walked behind his boy, bent down, and removed the boy’s leg shackles and uncuffed his hands.

“Stand up” the Commander said, and the boys did.

The four masters nodded to the Commander and walked out of the room carrying their shackles.

Cody was surprised and uneasy to watch Sir walk out of the room, leaving him alone with a group of total strangers. He hadn’t thought that would happen. He had assumed that Sir would be there with him. Sir could be tough as hell but Cody trusted him completely and his presence was comforting.

But now Cody was alone with three boys he had never met, a Dom he didn’t know very well, and a scary looking naked bodybuilder.

Cody glanced at the other boys, whose masters were also walking out of the room. Wrestler didn’t look troubled; he looked kind of… excited. The Colonel seemed to have no reaction at all. Pretty Boy looked like he might crumble when his Master walked out leaving him alone.

The Commander and Alpha looked at the boys for a while and then the Commander said in a firm voice: “STRIP.”

Cody figured this was coming. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt, bent down to unlace his sneakers and pull them off, slipped off the short socks he was wearing, and pulled down his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so that was that. He held the clothes in his hands, since no-one had said anything about it, and waited.

Wrestler used one of his sneakers to push off the other one, and then used the toes of his bare foot – since he wasn’t wearing socks — to slip off the first sneaker while pulling off his shirt at the same time. Alpha noticed the smooth movements and thought to himself, “Wow, this jock even strips athletically.” In a moment Wrestler was naked and dumped his shoes and clothes in a pile in front of him.

The Colonel removed his clothes methodically and left them folded neatly in a pile at his feet and stood at attention naked.

Pretty Boy undressed and was soon standing naked with the others. Cody checked him out quickly and saw that, just as he guessed, he was all tight muscle and smooth skin with a pretty ass.

Alpha walked down the line of naked boys with a large box. He put their clothes and shoes into the box and carried it to the side of the room and the Commander inspected the line of boys. The Commander noticed that Pretty Boy had a thin silver necklace with a small horseshoe resting against his hairless chest and a cute blue loop around one of his ankles, and that Wrestler had a braided leather band on one of his wrists that looked masculine and hot.

The Commander addressed the boys calmly — “Here, strip means strip” – and pointed to the silver necklace, the rubber loop, and the leather wristband, which Pretty Boy and Wrestler quickly removed.

“Turn around and put your hands behind you backs,” the Commander ordered, and the boys did.

“Alpha, hook them up,” the Commander said.

Alpha went down the line of boys, handcuffing each boy behind his back with his palms facing out and double-locking the cuffs.

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By Bearded Mike

This is a true account of a chance meeting I had a few years back in NYC.

I was on a business trip to New York, and on a morning when I had no commitments I’d been down to Battery Park and was travelling back uptown by bus. It was around lunchtime and the bus was already crowded – people were standing but I was OK and had one of those side-facing seats toward the front of the bus.

I found myself staring at the back-side of a guy who was strap-hanging the same as all the other standing passengers but there was something different about this guy – showing through a back pocket of his jeans I could clearly see the outline of a pair of handcuffs!

My heart was racing, the adrenaline pumping. Was this guy a cop? But he wasn’t in uniform. Was he a collector of cuffs like myself? Or was there some other reason why he was carrying cuffs? I had no way of knowing.

But suddenly I did have a possible way of knowing. Unexpectedly the bus lurched and the standing passengers were jolted to such an extent that “my” guy stepped backward – right onto my foot. He half turned, looked down at me and muttered an apology. I assured him that I was perfectly OK and he went back to his strap-hanging – and I went back to staring at his cuffs. I was fantasising about trying to strike up some sort of conversation with the guy; a perfect opportunity had presented itself when he stepped on my foot, but I’d bottled out and hadn’t had the guts to get into conversation

Suddenly I realised that the guy was moving toward the exit door and as the bus came to a halt I jumped up, pushed my way through the strap-hangers and followed him off the bus. This was my opportunity – now or never. “Go for it, Mike,” I thought to myself,  so I went for it!

“Excuse me,” I shouted to him from a few paces behind. He looked round quizzically but continued walking. I increased my pace and drew level with him. He stopped and looked at me, suddenly realising that I was the one he’d almost crippled on the bus.

“Excuse me, but are you a cop?” I blurted out. At that remark he didn’t look at all pleased, snapped back “I’d rather not say,” and started walking again. There were loads of people on the sidewalk, but I moved off and kept up with him, saying, “well I’m sorry to bother you but on the bus I could see that you’re carrying a pair of cuffs in your back pocket and I thought you might be a cop?”

“So what!” He snapped back and for a moment I thought he was going to punch me on the nose and I decided I’d better explain myself.

“Well,” I said, “I’m a collector of handcuffs from England and whenever I see a guy with cuffs they always get my attention.”

His expression relaxed a bit. He stopped walking and looked me straight in the eyes as he said, “Are you serious, buddy?” I managed a smile and assured him that I was perfectly serious. He returned my smile and suggested we move to the side and not block the sidewalk where people were rushing around in the lunchtime melee. We moved to the side and stood in a doorway where I again assured him that I was a collector of handcuffs. I added that I had a large collection but then added (untruthfully!) that I didn’t have any American police cuffs and wanted to add a pair to my collection. Again I asked him whether he was a cop.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“So what sort of cuffs do you guys use?” I asked him.

His response was to look around quickly and then reach to his back pocket, pull out his cuffs and hold them up for me to see. I reached forward to take hold of them but he pulled them back and said “not here!” as he continued to hold them so that I could see them. I could see that they were Smith & Wesson and that they were the Model 90, not the Model 100 that I knew were now issued to NYPD officers.

“How long have you been a cop?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off those beauties, the dull nickel bracelets reflecting the lunchtime sunlight as he continued to hold them up in front of me.

He explained that he’s an Auxilary police officer and had been doing the voluntary work for about 15 years – that explained the old-style cuffs that he said had been issued to him when he joined. I asked him whether I could have a proper look at his cuffs and he looked around again, satisfied himself that we weren’t in anybody’s direct line of vision and handed the cuffs to me. Yes they were Smith & Wesson Model 90 and they clicked in a very familiar way as I ratcheted the bows through the body of the cuffs; at the same time I thought of the many pairs of wrists they’d most likely have adorned in the last 15 years or so since this guy entered the service.

“So do all you cops use the same model of cuffs?” I asked (an unnecessary question as I was well aware that the current issue was the later Model 100). He replied that so far as he knew most in the NYPD used Smith & Wesson, but since he joined the newer entrants were issued with a later model, but he was satisfied with his. I knew that he was talking about Model 100s for the new guys, but I didn’t say so. Instead, I asked, “Can you please tell me where can I purchase a pair of the current-issue cuffs?”

“We get ’em from our Equipment Bureau down at Police Headquarters,” he answered, and added, “but that’s for cops only and not open to members of the public.”

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I liked the way this conversation was developing, as the guy had really relaxed now and I decided that it was worthwhile pursuing what had now become a quest for me – to get hold of a pair of police-issued handcuffs!

So I asked him, “Any chance you can get me a pair to take back to England for my collection?”

He looked thoughtful, in fact he looked doubtful and explained that it would be risky for him because although it would be no problem for him to purchase more cuffs, he couldn’t afford to be seen accepting cash from a member of the public. I assured him that I could be very discrete and as he wasn’t in uniform (unfortunately!) nobody would even know that he was a cop, although I would make sure that nobody saw me hand over any cash. So in my best English accent I again asked him whether he could get a pair for me and I reminded him that I would be taking them back to England for my collection. He still looked thoughtful but suddenly nodded and said “OK” as he returned the cuffs to his back pocket.

He asked my name and where I was staying. As I gave him the information he handed me a small business card and added “I’m also an actor – I’ll call you.” And with that he stepped out of the doorway, into the lunchtime crowd and disappeared.

I looked at the business card he’d given me – his name was Kevin and he seemed to work for some sort of charity for deprived people, there was a 212 phone number but no email address. It was strange, his final words kept going through my mind – “I’m also an actor …” – what did he mean? Why did he tell me that? Was he really a cop or was he some sort of idiot who’d been winding me up when I told him of my interest in cuffs? It didn’t make sense.

I decided to walk back to my hotel and I enjoyed the warm Manhattan sunshine as I strolled through the crowded streets. By the time I reached my hotel I’d decided that Kevin had been winding me up and that he was a timewaster. I put him out of my mind.

The next morning the hotel phone woke me sometime before 7 a.m. I hadn’t requested a wake-up call and wondered who the hell was calling me at that time and I picked up the receiver.

“Hi, it’s Kevin here, remember me?”

Well of course I remembered him, so perhaps he wasn’t a timewaster after all so I assured him that I most certainly did remember him and that it was good of him to get back in touch.

He came straight to the point, saying that he could help me get what I wanted and that later that morning I should take a Subway train to City Hall, where he would meet me outside the Hall on the steps at 11 a.m. He added, “and don’t be late” – then he hung up.

As early as I could, I re-scheduled my appointments to the following day and then enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, but all the time wondering once again whether it was all a joke and whether the guy would show.

Sometime after 10 o’clock, and allowing myself plenty of time, I made my way to the Subway station and caught a train to City Hall. I exited the station and as I approached the Hall I could see Kevin at the bottom of the steps, pacing slowly backward and forward. Yes, he was there, it wasn’t a hoax, he had been serious about meeting me.

As I got closer he came over with a smile and we shook hands. He told me that we were going to Police Headquarters, and when I asked him where that was he said, “It’s at One Police Plaza, just a few minutes walk from here, let’s get going.”

He turned to lead the way, and as he did so I took the opportunity to snatch a quick look at his backside, and – as I’d expected (and hoped) – there was the outline of his cuffs in his back pocket.

As we walked away from City Hall I took the opportunity to ask him why he’d told me the day before that he was an actor – he laughed and said that as part of another part-time job he was the presenter of a local TV show and thought that I would have recognised him. I hadn’t, and told him so – and added that after all I was only on a quick visit to New York; he understood that, so there was no damage to his ego!

We approached police headquarters and I saw the sign “ONE POLICE PLAZA” and the whole area seemed to be a buzz of activity with what appeared to be endless streams of people entering and leaving the building. Kevin steered me over to a door on the right-hand side that was for visitors and we went inside. He showed his ID to the cop at the desk and signed me in as a visitor after I’d shown my UK drivers licence as photo ID. The cop gave me a “Visitor” badge, told me to pin it on my shirt and turned his attention to the people who were behind us – I put the badge in my back pocket!

Kevin pointed across the hallway to a group of people who were standing at a counter on the far side, some in uniform and some civilians. He said that they were waiting at the Equipment Bureau and that I should wait where we were standing while he went to make the purchase for me. He left me and went to stand in line while I looked around at all the activity in the large hallway. There was activity everywhere I looked, everybody seemed to be in a rush – they all seemed to have their own mission – and I felt rather conspicuous just standing around and waiting. But during the few minutes that I was waiting for Kevin to come back to me, on several occasions I saw guys being escorted through the hallway in handcuffs behind their back – in fact it was quite a common sight during that few minutes, and it gave me an idea!

At last I saw Kevin coming back toward me – and, yes, he was holding a small box and there was no doubt what was inside it!

“Pay me when we’re outside,” he said as he handed me the box and the till receipt. He added that I’d better check the locks before we left to make sure that the cuffs worked OK. I took the cuffs out of the box, removed the wrapping paper and as I did so the keys fell on the floor. I picked them up and we headed over to a waste bin where I dumped the box and the wrapper and then checked both keys in the locks and was satisfied that they worked properly. I put the keys in my pocket. And that was when I brought my “idea” into play!

“These are the current issue,” I said to him, “how do they compare with your older ones?” (as if I didn’t already know!) He pulled out his cuffs and we compared them, noting some obvious differences of which I was already well aware, but didn’t let him know that. Looking at my new acquisition I added, “mine are the current model but I like the look of yours better, would you do an exchange so that you get a new set of cuffs and I get to keep your old pair that have no doubt seen plenty of use?” He thought for a moment then smiled as he said, “yep, you’ve got a deal.” He handed me his cuffs, I passed the new ones to him and he put them in his back pocket.

At this stage my “idea” seemed to be progressing well. I’d now got his cuffs and there was just one more thing to be accomplished!

“I’d like to try them on,” I said as I held the cuffs out to him.

“No, I can’t do that here,” he said, but I immediately pointed out that I’d already seen numerous guys being escorted through the hallway in cuffs, so it wouldn’t be an unusual sight and we wouldn’t be drawing undue attention to ourselves.

He looked around, nodded his head, took the cuffs from me and said, “OK, it’s a strange request but I’ll go along with it – turn around!”

I turned to face away from him and put my hands behind my back – and of course I turned my palms to face out. Above all the noise in the large hallway I heard the ratcheting of the cuffs as he put them on my wrists and I felt him double-lock them. I was handcuffed in public by a real cop in Manhattan’s police headquarters – incredible!

Without saying a word, Kevin took hold of my right arm and led me into the middle of the hallway and then led me to the far end, still holding on to my arm. We halted as he said, “I guess you’re enjoying this?”

I assured him that I was and I added, “It’s most likely to be the nearest I’ll ever get to the real thing.” We set off again through the busy hallway toward the other end and on the way there were several other guys who were obviously in cuffs, but nobody took any notice. It was the norm in that location. In fact the only thing that set us apart from the rest of the crowd was that Kevin was leading me slowly through the hallway, everybody else seemed to be in an almighty hurry.

When we reached the end of the hallway, he said, “Sorry Mike, but I’ve gotta take these things off, need to get back to do some work.”

The crazy idea of mine had worked, it had been a great experience and I’d finished up with a pair of cuffs that had seen plenty of use since they’d been issued to Kevin. I turned my back to him and he removed the cuffs. Suddenly I felt very conspicuous as he removed them – I’d already seen loads of guys there who were hooked up but hadn’t seen anybody having their restraints removed – but nobody seemed to take any notice and I rubbed my wrists in the time-honoured manner. Kevin slipped the cuffs into the other back pocket of his jeans as he said, “I’ll hand these back to you when we get outside.”

We went to the exit and I handed back my “Visitor” pass, Kevin showed his ID and we went out into the mid-day sunshine. I needn’t have concerned myself about when I’d get hold of the cuffs because once we were just a few paces outside the HQ building Kevin produced them from his back pocket with a flourish, handed them to me and said, “Have fun with them, Mike, and pay me when we’re well away from here.”

He went on to explain that he’d got to get back to his office but he’d walk with me to City Hall and then leave me to make my own way to wherever I was going. During the short walk we talked about his work as an Auxiliary cop and he said he was surprised at my interest in cuffs as he’d never come across a collector before and he’d always just regarded handcuffs as a tool of the trade. I asked him how often he got to use his cuffs and he explained that some of the work he did was assisting with the transfer of prisoners from holding cells to Court and vice versa, so his tended to get plenty of use – and he added with a smile “as a tool of the trade!”

Just before we arrived back at City Hall I took out some cash and discretely passed to him sufficient to cover the cost of the cuffs as shown on the receipt he’d given me. We arrived at City Hall, I said my thanks, we shook hands and he turned to leave me.

As he walked away I could see the outline of his new cuffs in his back pocket. Instinctively my hand went round to the left-hand rear pocket of my own jeans and I felt the comforting outline of “his” handcuffs – now my handcuffs!

I decided to walk back to my hotel and after a while I stopped in Broadway and checked my reflection in a window – sure enough, there was the outline of my cuffs clearly showing through the denim – perfect!!

As soon as I arrived back at my hotel I stripped off and locked my “new” cuffs on in front. I double-locked them, lay on the bed and …

… well, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination!

Before I left New York I called his office number a couple of times, just to say one more thank you and goodbye, but each time I was told that he wasn’t in the office that day.

I never saw him again.

Kevin – in case you read this (you’ll know who you are), please get back in touch through Metal who runs this site, it would be good to make contact again.

THE END

Metal would like to thank Bearded Mike for sharing this story

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The MP

By Cuffsandcops

I have had a lot of good luck finding items that tickle my fetish fancy on social media marketplaces. In the Spring, I scored 3 pairs of handcuffs from an officer leaving the field from Delaware. A few weeks ago, I found a flat leather duty belt with a black buckle that belonged to an NYPD officer. After talking with him, I ended up buying a handcuff case, radio holster, glove pouch, flashlight holder, key case, and a hidden key clip. He even threw in a NYPD patch and one for his specific unit which was the Counterintelligence Bureau.

Police related gear is my primary fetish but I also have a liking for wristwatches. Earlier this summer I jumped in the pool with one of my favorite watches on my wrist. It hadn’t been properly sealed after a battery replacement and ended up looking like a fish tank. My jeweler did everything he could to salvage it, but the watch was ruined. I was on the hunt to replace my GShock Mudmaster GG-1000. I found one on marketplace that had a dead battery and was located about an hour away from me, right near the area’s military base.

I decided to shoot the seller a message. I asked why he didn’t just spend $10 to replace the battery. He said that he wasn’t a fan of the watch because it was too big, too bulky, and hard to read at night. Those who know GShocks, know that we like them because they are big and bulky. I asked what he wanted for it, since the posting said to make an offer. He said $100 and new the watch goes for over $300. My previous one, I bought from a military friend for $220, so this was a steal. I asked if he had the tin and manual, which he didn’t. I asked where he got it from since these watches get faked all the time. He said it came straight from the GShock website and mentioned there are ways to authenticate the watch without the accompanying materials. I told him about my ruined watch and he said he would look into a few things and get back to me.

I told him that I was going camping later in the week and where I lived. I then asked if he was military or LEO. Given his location I figured there was a good bet he was. He was wearing a mask and sunglasses in his profile pic so I didn’t have much to go off. He then revealed he was military police at the area base. I paid him some respect and said the watch seems like it would be ideal for that job. He stated that he wanted a fitness tracker or Garmin once he sells the GShock.

I then asked if he would mind bringing his handcuffs when we made the exchange so I could experience what it feels like to be arrested. I version of the question I have asked so many times before to officers. Without hesitation, he said for sure.

There were a few days of chatting back and forth regarding the replacement of the battery. He tried a few places and they wouldn’t replace it. He said he would get the tools to change it himself. I offered to cover the costs of the batteries and tools. I apologized for the hassle he was going through to prove that the watch was functional and authentic. His responses were always positive and the banter flowed easily. I reminded him to not forget his cuffs.

The weekend came and the watch still needed to be fixed so I went camping. He messaged when the batteries arrived. Then he had a hard time locating the tools he needed. I let him know when I was leaving the campground, but he wasn’t ready. It was agreed that he would just let me know when the watch was working properly. I thanked him for his efforts and we joked about his this was way more of a pain in the ass than either of us had expected.

The next evening I received a message that the battery was changed and he just needed to set the watch. He suggested meeting after he got done with work the following day. We decided to meet half way between our locations which amounted to a 45 minute drive each way. I again offered him additional funds for the batteries and work and he refused. I sent him a few YouTube videos to help him set the watch properly and confirm the authenticity. I joked that if he drove away and I was left standing in handcuffs in a parking lot then I would know the watch was a fake. He laughed at that comment.

The following afternoon shortly after 4pm, he contacted me to say he was leaving work and when he would arrive at the agreed upon location. I told him not to forget a cuff key and he said he had one. I made the drive and arrived about 5 minutes before he did. I pulled into the parking lot and stood outside of my truck. He pulled in and parked two spots over from me. I caught a glimpse of camouflage as he passed by. I guess I hadn’t thought that he would be wearing his uniform. I figured he would have changed at the end of his shift. He even wore his cover.

He collected some items from his vehicle and put on his mask so I made my way over to him. He handed me the watch and I saw him stuff a pair of handcuffs in his right cargo pocket. He put his keys in his left front pocket. I checked out the watch and everything was in working order. I pointed out a few of the way to check the authenticity to him. He said he had ordered a Garmin and I said I hoped the $100 was going to cover it. His voice made me melt when he talked. It was authoritative with a slight twang.

I asked him how long he had been in the service and it had been 5 years. I asked him if he aspired to work in law enforcement when he was done. He mentioned that he wanted to work for an agency in Vermont. He wasn’t from the area and knew they paid well. He said he had a wife a child he needed to take care of, so that sounded like a good move. I immediately thought of the movie Super Troopers because it took place in Vermont and had a chuckle to myself.

I noticed that the officer had removed his sunglasses and his eyes were very handsome underneath his cap. He was about 5’7. He really filled out the upper portion of his uniform. His cargo pants left the lower half to the imagination but he was a stud. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his pair of handcuffs. He told me I could take a look at them. They were vipertek brand and were the black color. I asked if they were the pair issued by the military and he said they were not. He prefers the black style. He said that those cuffs were the same as what the state troopers carry. The only difference being that his duty pair has US Military stamped into them. He swung the arm through and talked about the double lock. Hearing the cuffs ratchet really got my attention.

We were standing in a parking lot in broad daylight. There were customers entering the drive though right by where we parked. He was standing there in full uniform. I asked if it was still cool to experience being arrested. He asked if I wanted them in front or behind my back. I said that I wanted to get the full experience.

He then ordered me to face away from him. I turned around. I was a bit mesmerized by the sound of his voice. He then instructed me to place my hands in the small of my back and tapped where they should go. The next direction was to interlace my fingers. I had put my palms away from each other, so I asked if I should switch my hands to where my palms faced each other in order to weave my fingers as he has told me to do. He told me palms out. He then moved in and said he likes to grab the suspect’s fingers and pull them up in order to give him some leverage. I naturally had to bend forward when he did that.

He gripped his handcuffs in his right hand while holding my finger with his left hand. He pressed a cuff on my left wrist and ratcheted it around. He tightened the cuff then secured my right hand in the same manner. Each handcuff was checked to make sure they weren’t too tight. He commented that he should be able to get a finger inside of the cuff if the person was being compliant. He them motioned like he was double locking the cuffs, but I knew he hadn’t. He quickly went to remove the cuffs and I called him out about the double locking. He asked if I wanted them double locked and I said if that’s what happens then yes. He used the butt end of his key to make sure the left handcuff wouldn’t tighten. When he went for the right one, he actually pressed the arm in a few clicks before pressing the double lock in, so it was a little tighter than before.

I turned around to face him. I was standing there handcuffed behind my back in front of a uniformed military police officer. I asked him how long prisoners stay in cuffs. He said it depends on how well they behave. I asked if he arrested people often on base and he said quite often for drinking related offenses and domestic situations. I asked if they had a jail on base and he described it. I asked if they ever got local police involved and he said they handled their business on base. I kept the conversation going to extend the amount of time I was standing there cuffed and to listen to him talk.

I then asked if he minded taking a picture of me in handcuffs. He said sure and grabbed his phone. I faced away from him and broadened my back. He said he got a good one and would send it to me where we had been messaging. I thanked him for being cool. He then approached me to remove the handcuffs. He took the left one off first and directed me to place my hand on my head. I complied. He then twisted my right wrist in an awkward position to remove that cuff and said he did so in order to maintain a level of control until the suspect was free.

I thanked him for demonstrating on me. We shook hands and I gave him the money for the watch. He said he hoped I was going to enjoy the watch while he put the handcuffs back in his cargo pocket. We went to our respective vehicles to head out separate ways. Once back in my truck I spent a few minutes going over the watch. I messaged the officer to remind him to mark the listing as sold. He said he would and the pictures were on the way. I received two pictures of myself handcuffed behind my back in his black vipertek cuffs. I sent him a picture of the watch on my wrist. Before pulling away I took a few more pictures of my wrists with the watch on it and the marks left by the few minutes I spent in the handcuffs. I sent the pictures to a few of my buddies who had a heads up that this was going to take place.

During the drive home, I checked the watch several times and replayed what had just happened in my head. I had a smile on my face the whole way. Once I got home, I turned on a YouTube video I have saved where a police cadet demonstrates handcuffing techniques on a friend of his. The cadet’s voice sounds almost exactly like the MP I had just met. The commands he gives his friend are also very similar to the ones I had just received. Needless to say, I shot a huge load of cum while wearing my new watch before the video ended.

One of my buddies who is military himself commented after that he bets the officer knew what I was up to. I think I played it off very well. We had built a solid rapport and he was very genuine. Who knows, maybe I will cross paths with him in Vermont in the future and I can try to get him to cuff me up again.

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By Jackson Amacher

Colton remembered. The rules are simple. The exercise lasts two days. Each team has a fort. Each fort has a prison. The winning team is the one that has the most prisoners in its prison at the end of the two days.

The Reds had taken over this house, and were living in it, but it was, Colton knew, actually the Blue fort. And that basement was the Blue prison.

Locking them in had been easy. But now Colton was terrified at what he had done. He had a few minutes, he realized, before they’d realize what he had done.

There was a thermostat on the wall. Colton switched off the air conditioning. Then, he flipped a few more switches and turned a dial. He heard the old furnace in that basement rumble to life. The furnace would have that basement, and the whole house, positively boiling pretty soon.

Colton went outside. And he saw them there: Daniel, naked, and with what looked like a metal condom over his dick, his arms chained above his head. And Charlie.

Colton and Charlie were friends. They had been since freshman year. Colton’s heart sank when he saw his friend like this: crouched naked on the ground, costume dog ears strapped to his head, and, worst of all, a butt plug jammed up his ass, with a tail coming out the other end. A thick leather collar encircled his neck, and a rope was tied from it to the ground.

Why, Colton wondered, didn’t his friend take that shit off? His hands weren’t tied.

Colton untied Charlie from the ground. Then he reached for the butt plug.

“Wait! Don’t. You’ll hurt him,” Daniel said.

“Why?,” Charlie asked.

“It’s that thing strapped around his dick and balls. It’s different from the other restraining bolts. It shocks him if he stands up like a normal person, or if it hears him speak like a person, or if that butt plug moves too far from his body for more than a few seconds, or if it senses his dick or balls being covered up in any way, or if anyone says the words B-A-D D-O-G near him. It’s incredible engineering. It’s like a fucking Apple Watch of BDSM,” Daniel said.

Charlie hung his head in despair. The constant humiliation must be awful, Colton thought.

Just then, they could all hear loud pounding and shouting from the basement door.

“Uh, excuse me, I should go deal with that,” Colton said.

Colton turned and started walking toward the house. Charlie barked and started crawling after him. Seeing Charlie’s leash dragging, Colton grabbed it and led Charlie, like a dog, toward the house. He felt absurd: naked, leading his naked and crawling friend by a leash.

“You two look adorable, really. But, could you please take a few seconds to untie me?,” Daniel asked.

“Hang in there,” Colton called over his shoulder.

From the basement, some of the Reds were pounding on the door.

Trying to knock it off its hinges, possibly. Colton quieted them by knocking from his side.

Colton could feel how hot the air had become in the short time he had been outside.

“Let us out,” came a voice from inside.

“Can you all hear me? Good. Here’s the deal. I’ve got a team of Blues here now, with some Whites for muscle. The game is over for you Reds. You’re all going to spend the night in there, sweating, lying on the concrete floor, unable to sleep, fighting each other for space, maybe even for air. Right until the referees come to release you, and declare the Blues the winner. You won’t only lose, you’ll lose as prisoners. But, because I’m generous, I have a deal to offer,” Colton said.

He paused. They were quiet down there, now.

“In one hour, two of you will be let free. We’ll let you sleep here overnight, and then we’ll let you escape. Naked, of course, but free. All you have to do to get that free pass out of the basement is to bring us everyone else’s clothes. Dominate your fellow Reds the way you dominated the rest of us,” Colton said.

Colton heard silence down there. Then the sound of fighting.

Colton grabbed Charlie’s leash and led him outside. He found Daniel there, with his left hand almost entirely free of the rope.

“Mark should’ve used handcuffs. One second,” Daniel said. And then he freed his left hand, and untied his right.

“So, then. Did you win the game?,” Daniel said.

“Well, not yet, but, we’re getting there,” Colton said, somewhat surprised.

“Fine, fine. Let me know if you have some Reds you want tied up and enslaved,” Daniel said.

“You’re pretty laid back about it all,” Colton said.

Rubbing his wrists and shoulders, Daniel walked up to Colton and Charlie.

“Whoever is in charge, I’m here to help them out. I consider it a win whenever I get to practice my art on studs like the two of you,” Daniel said.

Daniel tried to pat Charlie’s head. Charlie ducked and tried to bite Daniel’s hand.

“To win, though, you’re going to want to make sure you have more prisoners than they have back at the Red camp. I wouldn’t be so sure of that. They’ve tied up all of the White team in there, except for the ones who are out on work duty. They’ve got the two captains, Ryan and James, in their prison, permanently chained to a block of drying concrete. Have you checked their control room? You can see their prison through the cameras there. You could even, I suppose, use the radio to command your fellow Blues to release the Whites and march them up here to the basement,” Daniel said, while he absent-mindedly rubbed his shoulders.

“Where is the control room?,” Colton asked.

“It’s in that shed, right over there,” Daniel said.

Colton went to the shed. The door was locked with a combination lock. But through the window, he could see that Daniel wasn’t lying.

“I know the combination,” Daniel said.

“Well, what is it?,” Colton asked.

Daniel laughed. He walked over to his discarded jock strap, and slowly, and tenderly, pulled it on over his cock cage.

“Feels good to be in charge again,” Daniel said, stretching his arms and snapping his own waistband.

“Daniel, tell me what you want,” Colton said.

Daniel stared at Colton’s naked, lean body, and his gigantic dick. Colton’s face was so innocent, and trusting.

Daniel stared at Charlie, crouching submissively on the ground. Charlie was smarter. Charlie knew what Daniel was going to ask for. Charlie was silently mouthing the word “please” and shaking his head while keeping eye contact with Daniel.

“I want to see you two fuck,” Daniel said, simply.

“What?! We’re friends!,” Colton said.

“Guess you don’t want to win,” Daniel said. He stood, and started to leave.

“I could just walk to the camp and tell the Blues what’s going on,” Colton said.

“You’re naked. And Ernie’s on a power trip over there, right now, trying to become head of the Blues. He’s more likely to tie you up, fuck you, and make you a prisoner than he is likely to agree to free all of his prisoners. He’ll only obey if he hears a command come through from the control room,” Daniel said, staring at his fingernails.

Colton stared at Charlie. They made eye contact. Charlie could not speak, but he nodded, solemnly, as if to say: It’s OK. Colton did the same.

“Let’s start this way. Charlie, lie on your side, and Colton, give him a blowjob,” Daniel said.

Colton knelt and began giving Charlie a blowjob. He was careful not to disturb that awful thing strapped to Charlie’s dick and balls. But Charlie was actually pretty big down there. And in no time, it grew.

“That’s enough. Now, Colton, get on your hands and knees, right next to Charlie,” Daniel said.

Colton shared an embarrassed look with his friend and crouched down as ordered, his ass in the air.

“Charlie, mount Colton like a dog and fuck him,” Daniel said.

Staying in his crouching position, Charlie crawled on top of Colton, pushing him to the ground slightly, and then eased his erect dick into Colton’s ass. Despite the humiliating, demeaning situation, Colton was surprised at how gentle and tender Charlie was. At first, at least. As the sex went on, Charlie made lots of short, jerking motions, a lot like a dog.

Daniel walked around the two as Charlie humped Colton. He particularly enjoyed looking at Colton’s face as he was fucked for the first time by his friend. He especially liked the sight of Charlie’s butt-plug tail, still sticking out of his ass, wobbling as Charlie fucked Colton.

Daniel walked to his table and grabbed a collar. Nonchalantly, he walked over to the two men, and put the collar on Colton. Colton was too preoccupied to ask why, or to object.

Charlie’s grunts became more frequent, and his pitch went up an octave. Daniel saw Charlie’s body tense up, and Charlie made a face that made it clear that he had just experienced some of the best sex of his life.

“Now, tell me the combination,” Colton said, gasping.

“But, you’re not done, yet. Charlie, get on all fours. Colton, you too,” Daniel said.

Exhausted, and panting like dogs, both men obeyed.

“Now, then, if I do this quickly, Charlie’s restraining bolt won’t zap him,” Daniel said.

Daniel grabbed the “tail” out of Charlie’s ass. Then, wasting no time, he inserted it into Colton’s ass.

“Get on top of him, Colton. Hurry! The timer’s running. That tail needs to stay within a foot or so of his dick,” Daniel said.

Colton mounted Charlie doggie-style, his giant dick pressing against Charlie’s newly liberated ass.

“You’ve got to keep your bodies close, or he’ll get shocked. Here,” Daniel said, taking a very short chain from his table. Daniel locked one end to Colton’s new collar and the other to Charlie’s collar, putting the two literally neck-to-neck.

A beeping sound came from Charlie’s crotch.

“That’s the warning tone! Get closer to him, Colton. Go ahead and fuck him!,” Daniel shouted.

Colton was rock hard. He closed the distance between himself and Charlie. In one fast, immediate movement, he thrust inside Charlie, bringing his hips all the way to Charlie’s ass. Charlie yelped and cried out with pain.

Daniel wrapped a single belt around both their waists and tied it tight.

“What the fuck?,” Colton called out.

But Daniel ignored him. He grabbed Charlie’s hands and pulled them back behind him, crossed them behind Colton, and handcuffed them there.

Then Daniel started walking toward the house, leaving them.

“Hey, what the fuck? Let us go!,” Colton shouted.

“I’d say you can squirm out of there on your own, once your dick softens, at least. And so long as you don’t mind Charlie getting a nasty shock,” Daniel said.

“Do you even know that combination?,” Colton shouted out.

“Of course not. You two have fun, I’m going to get my dick freed,” Daniel said, over his shoulder.

To be continued …

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By felon

The Noose Tightens Further – Paranoia Has Set In…

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I am still open to meet men of all ages and sizes for prison sessions.

So I was told to make sure I was available Wednesday from 10 am to 8 pm.

I have had very little conversation with this man — more by e mail than in person. He is imposing, a large, mature top — probably ex-military, and in some kind of parole or prison occupation. He is also very up to date in technology and lets technology do much of his work.

I still have the device locked on my ankle, so he knows every move I make. I still try to carry on a normal life-work, which is permitted, and then come directly home unless I have a need to shop, do laundry etc., by request, most of which is granted. He is keeping a tally of infractions, and as he stated punishment sessions will be this week.

So as I leave work I get a message on my cell phone: “Changes of plans – make yourself available Wednesday, Thursday and Friday – NO EXCUSES! Check your calendar for more information.”

I start shaking on my way to the car. For now I ignore the message and drive home at warp speed. When I get home, I check my email and calendar — sure enough there is a message from him. The calendar has been changed from all day meeting on Wednesday to extended meeting thru Friday.

First Message: Meet at same garage promptly at 10 am!

So I decide to try to get some some rest – as to be alert for the Wednesday meeting. Up early Wednesday, I shower, shave and lay out the orange prison jump suit, and remove shoelaces from my tennis shoes. I also dig out an old black raincoat to wear to my car, as I have to get it out of the building parking garage. When I reach my car there is a plastic bag tied to the driver’s door handle. I grab the bag and get in the car – another message … How did he get into the garage? This is getting serious … In the bag, another message: Don’t forget be there at 10 AM and a blue wristband – one of those semi perm bands you wear at an amusement park. The notation on the band: “Wythe County DOC” with the last four digits of my social security number. Another note with a plastic bag – place car keys, wallet, id, money and eyeglasses inside bag and leave in car at the garage – Further instructions will be at garage when you arrive.

As I pull out of the garage a beat-up pickup truck with dark tinted windows and West VA license plates is parked near my garage door —Am I being watched? Or just being paranoid?

On the way to the garage I look to see if I am being followed, but nothing looks out place.

The garage is not far from my apartment – in an industrial part of town, I drive by and the door is closed. I am early and proceed to drive around the block.

The second trip around the block the door is open. I pull in and park in the same space as before. No one seems around, I am the only car there. I see a manila envelope taped to the post I was restrained to before. My name is written on the envelope in bold letters.

A note inside said: “You have made it this far so don’t fuck up!” In the envelope is a set of Smith and Wesson handcuffs. “Cuff your hands around this post and wait.” Should I take the next step? After I cuff myself around the post of course I have second thoughts – The post was just out of view from the street so I was committed at this point. It wasn’t long perhaps 10 minutes when a black Dodge van with tinted windows pulled into the garage. Another large, mature man in his 50s with paratrooper boots gets out of the van and walks over to my car where he removed the envelope with my id car keys etc and walks over to his van. Then he removes a dirty, beat-up leather face gag – secure restraint version, probably used hundreds of times and forces it in my mouth, buckles it behind my head and adds a small padlock. I have never seen this man before. Then he goes back to the van and returns with a set of prison body chains waist legs arms. The van has West Virginia plates – he takes off one cuff and then padlocks my cuff to the body chains. So far no words exchanged – he leads me to the van and practically lifts me into the side door of the van. To my surprise, there was another man in the van, younger, in his early 40s, skinhead, cuffed and restrained – but not gagged.

He is chained to the hook in the floor just like I am being chained. Who is this guy? Where are we going? He too has a blue wristlet on his right arm, and he is being very vocal.

WTF? Who is this punk and why is he gagged? The guard answers since he is sitting behind me I don’t want him spitting on me while driving – that is why he is gagged. He starts the van and pulls out of the garage. I notice the pick-up truck parked outside when we pull out. The door goes down and we take off. Where are we going? I assume some place in West Virginia. The other prisoner obviously seems to know where, and I assume had been picked up at the county jail, which is near the garage we just left.

There are two manila folders in holders on the back of the front seats ‑ one with my name and one with his name. The other prisoner just glared to me – face and arms covered with black, prison-style tats. As we leave the county we head onto Interstate 79 – which is a direct route to all of West Virginia.

The cell phone of the guard rings…

More to come.

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By Suitandbondagelover

Sir leaves the dungeon and I find myself alone in this room attached to this cross.

I can only look at myself in the position of this gentleman prisoner. After a while I feel drool coming out of my mouth trapped in this ball gag.

The drool is getting harder and harder to contain and I can feel my shirt getting wet.

The whole night has made me very tired and I fall asleep despite the constraints but I cannot really sleep because regularly the dildo reminds me with an electric shock whose intensity is never twice the same.

Despite the awkward position I am in a state of euphoria and excitement.

Suddenly the dungeon door opens and Sir enters. Although it is not a working day, the gentleman is elegantly dressed. He wears a beige Italian suit, a heavy blue tie over an azure blue shirt, and very elegant black shoes.

Hello Georges he said to me. He removes the ball gag from my mouth. Hope you enjoyed this moment. You stayed in this position for three hours. Yes Sir, Thank you Sir, I am responding in a voice that I hope is convincing enough. Sir lets down my pants and removes the dildo from my anus. He also removes the chastity cage. He puts my pants back on. I’m going to untie you but be careful you might feel weak if you activate too quickly. Then I’ll take you to take a shower before we share breakfast.

Now you can call me Paul and we can talk to each other again. Paul has to support me as we make our way to the bathroom. Your shirt and tie are in a deplorable state, you will find a clean shirt and a tie in the bathroom.

I take a long hot shower and regain energy. After about ten minutes there is no more trace of semen or perspiration. Paul has prepared a razor, a toothbrush. So I shave myself and clean my mouth.

I dress in the shirt Paul gave me and see that it fits me. Paul chose a regimental burgundy and blue silk tie. I tie it with a double Windsor knot. Paul thought about providing me with boxer shorts. My costume suffered from the ropes and other ties that Paul used that night. But it gives us proof of our intense night of sex.

I join Paul for a healthy breakfast, Paul cannot hide his erection from seeing me and I am excited too at the sight of this elegant man.

At the end of the meal Paul asks me what I thought of our night. I tell him that I loved being under his control.

Would you like us to repeat the experience, asks Paul. Yes I would love to I tell him.

He gets up from his chair, walks over to me, takes my head in his hands and kisses me deeply. Follow me he tells me, he takes me by the tie and brings me back to the dungeon. I will take your measurements that could be useful to us maybe one day. Like an experienced tailor, Paul takes the measurements as if he had to make a bespoke suit for me. When he’s done he kisses me again, we hug for a long time and he’s clearly leading the maneuver. Without realizing it I found myself with my back on the St Andrew cross. Still our mouths stuck together and our tongues greedily answering each other Paul uses his strength to tie me back to the cross. This done, Paul walks over to the wall and chooses a leather muzzle and fix it on my head.

He opens my pants and my cock appears at attention. He puts on a pair of leather gloves again. I saw that you liked it, he told me. He masturbates me and it doesn’t take long before I explode.

Once well drained, he cleans my penis with his tongue. He then places the chastity cage that I had known last night. He pulls up my pants and whispered in my ear, we’ll meet up next Friday for another crazy night. In the meantime you will remain in chastity. I’m already looking forward to having you all week sitting across from me at the desk and knowing that I have you at my mercy.

He unties me from the cross and takes off the muzzle. Come, I’ll take you back to the office so you can pick up your car. Just before leaving the villa Paul kisses me again.

Monday morning I go to the office a little anxious to find Paul and see how this week will last. I have with me my bag of dirty laundry with the shirt and tie covered in cum. What will the people responsible for the cleanup think?

Paul arrives a few minutes after me and greets me with a frank handshake. It seems nothing happened between us last Friday. The workload is quite intense and the days go by at an incredible speed. Thursday at the end of the day Paul said to me: “I have reserved a table in a very discreet restaurant, the address of which not many people know. I would like you to wear your gray suit that you had on Monday and the tie from Wednesday. The table is reserved for 9 p.m. This will give you time to come home to take a shower and get ready. I will pick you up because access to the restaurant is restricted to members and their guest.

Friday we leave the office around 6:30 p.m. and I go home. I’m already in the bathroom when I get a text from Paul. I unlocked the chastity cage for an hour so you can take a shower and check that you haven’t grown hair during the week. I want you impeccably shaved. When this is done you will put the cage back in place and text me to re-lock. You are prohibited from masturbating during this hour.

So I check my body and indeed some hairs have grown during the week and I do what is necessary to have a body free of hair.

Once done I send the following message The sex of your prisoner is again in his chastity cage sir. Thank you sir. 30 seconds later I hear a click and I am again deprived of access to my penis.

I start to dress I put a white shirt directly on my chest. I use elastic garters to keep my shirt tight. My nipples stand out through the fabric. It turns me on but I don’t have a chance to be hard.

The cufflinks are the same gray as the suit I’ll be wearing.

I put on yellow stockings that go up to my knees, immaculate white boxer shorts and the pants of my light gray suit. I tie Paul’s chosen tie around my neck. This is a tone-on-tone regimental yellow silk tie. I choose a double four in hand knot which suits the cut away collar of my shirt. I matched my pocket square to the tie and chose to fold it into three folds.

It is 8 pm and Paul rings the bell at my door. I open the door and let him in. He is dressed in a black slim suit, a white shirt and a black tie. Everything in him intends respect and domination.

He kisses me tenderly and then checks my outfit. Perfect he tells me that’s exactly what I expected from you.

We take his car and head for the restaurants. This is what we call the upscale part of the city. We stop at a mansion that doesn’t give the impression of being a restaurant. Paul rings the bell and a man comes to open the door. Good evening Mr. Paul, your table is reserved as usual. He leads us to our table where two men are waiting for us, who take care of our chair.

All the staff members are in black tuxedos with bow ties. There are only five tables in the restaurant and for each there are two appointed men. They all have athletic bodies and look like they’ve served in the military.

We are the last guests, all the other tables are already occupied by only two men all elegantly dressed in suits and ties. At each table one of the two men is dressed in the same way as Paul, in a suit and black tie. As if they were part of a club with the same uniform.

Paul tells me that the menu is the same for all the tables and has been chosen by the chef. We start with a mix of sushi and sashimi, followed by poultry and a lemon mousse for dessert. Everything is delicious in small quantities, but at the end of the meal I don’t feel like I’m hungry yet. Paul and I chatted about everything and nothing again and I’m starting to wonder what we’re doing here. I expected something sexier.

We are served coffee and in the same movement the two servers assigned to each table stand behind the men who are not in black suits. The light suddenly changes and a spot is aimed at every man who is not in the club uniform. One of the two waiters stands behind my back and puts his hand over my mouth. The other uses handcuffs and ties me to the chair. It didn’t take 15 seconds.

The other men seem to know what’s going on and don’t resist. Clearly they know the procedure.

Paul tells me tonight you are prisoner Number 3. You will respond to the requests of all people who will give you an order. Each order will start with Number 3.

From now on I am a Master and if you have to talk to me you will only use this name.

If you promise to stay silent the waiter will take his hand out of your mouth. Nod if you agree. And I do.

The waiter removes his hand from my mouth but stays behind me at attention.

Master tells me that I am the only one here for whom this is the first time to eat in this private club. You will attend the preparation of each prisoner for the night then will come your turn.

At the first table the two waiters begin their work on prisoner Number 1. They place a leather head harness. There is a gag incorporated into the muzzle. When it is tight and closed, the servers place padlocks on the five loops. They give the keys to the Master of this table. They hook a leash to the D-ring placed on the neck of Prisoner 1. The Prisoner gets up from his chair kneels before his Master places his hands behind his head fingers crossed.

At the second table it’s now up to Prisoner 2 to be prepared. The waiters place an open mouth spandex hood. The prisoner sees nothing but his mouth is at the disposal of the Masters. He stands up too, kneels down and places his hands behind his head.

I think it’s my turn but it’s towards table 4 that things are going. Prisoner 4 gets up from his chair. He begins to take off his jacket, unties his tie, takes off his shoes, his pants, his boxer shorts and ends with his shirt. He is completely naked in the middle of the restaurant. From the office one of the waiters arrives with a rolling table. Above it is a Trojan body harness that the prisoner hastens to pass. Then one of the waiters places a black leather discipline collar. Next comes leather handcuffs around the wrists and ankles. To stay in style, the prisoner ties a leather tie around the collar. The prisoner’s hands are finally tied behind his back with a padlock, the key of which is given to the Master. The prisoner kneels before his Master.

It is the next to last prisoner’s turn to be prepared for the night. He gets up from his chair, takes off his jacket and stands straight in front of his Master. He is in a shirt and tie and his pants is held up by suspenders. The waiters begin to tie up the prisoner with ropes, the torso and arms only. They also use ropes to tie the hands of the prisoner behind the back. They place a locking front leather gag and close it with a padlock. They give the key to the Master. The waiter ends up placing black Japanese clamps on the prisoner’s nipples. The prisoner is finally ready and kneels before his Master.

So there is only me left who is not prepared for the night. My Master tells me this is your first night as a prisoner of the club. You are going to be used in any way the Masters here present want to, but they won’t be alone anytime soon other members will join us. Master gets up from his chair and kisses me tenderly. I’m going to prepare you, he told me. Thank you Master, I answer with a little anguish in my voice. Master begins by putting some sort of plug in the ears. The waiters give my Master a neoprene sensory hood. The hood does not have the mouth or eye part. Master closes the zip behind the head. It adds over a neoprene collar with 4 d ring. He closes it with a padlock and puts the key in his pants pocket.

He then takes the mouth cover in his hand and fixes it in place. I find myself deprived of any notion of noise and I can no longer speak. I feel the handcuffs being released from the chair to cuff my hands behind my back. The waiters force me to kneel in front of my Master.

I see that plugs are also put in the ears of other prisoners.

Suddenly I hear my Master’s voice in my ears. In fact the plugs are wireless ear plugs. Have a good night he told me.

The night can begin.

To be continued …

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By Suitandbondagelover

It’s an important week for the company that hires me. On Friday a contract will be signed with a new client who will bring in a lot of money but also strengthen the position as market leader.

It was I who approached this future client and convinced him to sign with my employer. I will be the company’s contact with this new client. The appointment for the signing is set for Friday at 5 p.m. at the company’s offices. The work is intense all week, proofreading the contracts, talking with the lawyers … I don’t really have time to think about Paul, but my boss regularly calls me into his office to check the situation. On Wednesday my boss informs me that he wants me to stay after office hours to make a final point with him.

At 7:00 p.m. all my colleagues left the office and I am still at my workstation. My boss asks me to join him. We spend a good hour rereading the contract and my boss congratulates me on the job so far. I collect the documents and head out of the office.

Suddenly my boss is behind me and throws me on the door. I am surprised by the strength of my boss. He directly dominated me and quickly he tied my hands behind my back with a pair of handcuffs. He turns me around and kisses me. He withdraws and his powerful gaze is fixed on mine. He takes my pocket square and puts it in my mouth. He opens my jacket and begins to stroke my breasts. I am in a state of intense excitement. His hands, his mouth plays with my nipples through my shirt. I am on the verge of explosion.

My boss takes me by the tie and leads me behind his desk. He forces me down on my knees and he sits down in his seat. I had never noticed that there was a mirror in his office. The image showing my boss back into his seat and me on my knees in front of him, hands cuffed behind my back and my pocket square in my mouth turns me on even more. My boss shows me his shoe and orders me to lick it. This is a beautiful, impeccably waxed black Italian shoe. He removes the pocket square from my mouth and puts it back in my jacket.

My tongue begins its work and runs through the leather of my boss’s shoe. I do my best to pay the tribute my boss deserves. My boss takes off his shoes and shows me his foot. I start to lick his OTC sock. Having my hands cuffed behind my back doesn’t make it any easier, but my boss’s breath makes me think he’s happy with my job.

My boss gets up and pulling on my tie gets me up and lies me down on his desk. He drops my pants, opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a tube of lube. After lubricating my anus he penetrates me violently. The position is uncomfortable but the pleasure is incredible. Before he releases, my boss retires and he cum on my shirt and my face. Once fully emptied he takes my pocket square and wipes his penis. He then passes it over my face to remove the semen. When he’s satisfied he puts the pocket square back in my mouth. He takes my hard cock in his hand and masturbates me. It’s my turn to come and send my cum all over my shirt.

My boss takes off the handcuffs.

My shirt is soak, luckily I always have one spare at my workstation.

Before leaving his office my boss told me: you did a good job Georges.

Thursday morning I wake up quite early and think about my time with my boss last night. My cock goes hard at this memory. I take a shower and then I go to my closet. I chose a slightly less strict dark blue checked suit, a sky blue shirt, a gray tie with light purple airplane patterns, and dark brown English shoes. The day is spent in contact with the client’s lawyers to really finalize the contracts. At the end of the day my boss sends me an internal email telling me to book my Friday

I sleep restless probably by this signature but especially by all the adventures that have happened to me since meeting Paul.

Friday morning after my shower I remain undecided on what to wear on this important day. I decide to wear a dark gray three-piece pin stripe suit, a new white shirt, a blue tie with white dots, a purple pocket square and black English shoes. I decide to take with me a spare suit, shirt and tie in case an accident should occur during the day. I want to be perfectly suited for the signing. The day goes by slowly and I find it difficult to concentrate on my work. At 4.30 p.m. my boss, Paul and me gathered in the meeting room. A little before 5:00 p.m. the team from the All Kizz company arrives at the company.

They are well-built young men dressed in style. I can’t refrain to get hard and see that my Boss and Paul are in the same condition. As the file was well prepared, the signature is a formality. Once done, the boss serves champagne and invites all of the company’s employees to join us. Around 7:00 p.m. our new client leaves the company.

It’s time to go to the restaurant, my boss offers to take his car. We drive through the city and arrive in front of the house where Paul took me a few weeks ago. I am confused. We enter and we head to a room, there are bottles of champagne and several glasses. Paul and my boss tell me to relax and they leave the room. Some time later they come back and are dressed in a slim black suit, white shirt and black tie. The Masters’ uniform. Two other men dressed in the same way join us. I recognize the Colonel and CEO of All Kizz.

After a glass of champagne we go into the dining room and I see that there is only one table. The meal goes quickly. At the end of the meal, the light in the room dims and a spotlight is directed towards me. I know what to expect. I get up from my chair on my knees and put my hands behind my head.

The Master I knew as Colonel orders me to strip completely naked and I do as ordered. He then gives me a Trojan body harness and orders me to put it on, as Prisoner # 4 had done a few weeks ago. Then it’s the CEO who places black Japanese clovers on my tits. My boss uses ropes and ties up my chest and hands effectively like Prisoner # 5 on the famous Friday. To finish Master Paul places a leather head harness with a gag, a leather tie. The Colonel and my boss frame me and move me towards the door and the stairs. When we get to the dungeon I am taken to the two vertical posts, Master Paul removes the ropes and uses them to tie me up spread eagle. This time I’m hard and my cock is wet.

The Colonel takes a flogger in his hand and my butt receives about twenty hits harder and harder. I am on the verge of explosion.

After this the CEO takes the lead. He unties me from the post and places leather handcuffs on my wrists and ankles. He lays me on a table, ties my arms above my head and my ankles are tied to ropes. He pulls on the ropes and my legs are lifted and spread. My ass is now accessible. He brings a set of dildos each one bigger than the other. He begins to introduce the smaller one and after playing for a while he withdraws it and takes the next diameter. The game lasts a long time, I had enjoyed the first one but as the diameter increases the pain replaces the pleasure. Around me the Masters take pleasure in seeing me suffer. Some have sex out of their pants and masturbate gently.

When he has enough fun the CEO hands me over to my boss. My Boss unties me from the table and lock me in the pillory that I know well. He removes the gag from my mouth. He places a ball stretcher on my balls with a few weights. He comes in front of me and shows me his erect penis. I try to suck it off with due respect. Another Master takes me in the ass and fucks me hard. The other two Masters have their cocks above my back and masturbate gently. My Boss pulls out just before he comes and cum on my head and face. The one who took me from behind also withdraws and ejaculates on my back. It is the other two Masters who take the position and I am again raped and forced to suck. As the previous Master did they withdraw before they come and I am again sprayed with their cum.

Paul takes care of me now. He places me standing in front of a sort of easel. My arms are raised with elbows at right angles to either side of my head. I am locked in stocks. My legs are apart and also locked in stocks. The same system is placed around my knees and my stomach. At each level padlocks are installed. Then he places an all round zip hood on my head. I am blind now. Suddenly eight hands roam my body, some of them are leather gloved. Hands plays with my breasts and Japanese clovers, hands play with the parachute. Others have put a stroker on my cock and masturbate. Every time I go to come the Masters stop. I beg to let myself come but after letting the pressure drop they start again. I don’t know how long I stay in this position. At one point they remove the clamps and I scream in pain and pleasure. Then they remove the parachute from my balls. Finally they let me ejaculate and I throw a powerful load of cum in front of me.

I am finally freed from those stocks, and they take off the hood. I am just naked in front of the four Masters. I know what to do. I kneel down in front of these men in suits and ties, put my hands behind my head and cross my fingers. Master Paul says: Prisoner Georges behind this door there is a shower. I think you need to use it to be more presentable in front of us. I go there and take a hot shower, which gives me new energy.

Epilogue A

After cleaning myself of all the sweat and sperm I join the Masters in the dungeon. Again I kneel down with my hands behind my head. The Colonel speaks. Georges the last few weeks you have lived various experiences and you have successfully responded to the pleasures of your Masters, on the wall behind you there are two outfits, the one you wore when you arrived and a second which is identical to ours. Now the choice is yours. Either you chose the black suit, or you chose your suit. Either you become a Junior Master or you remain a prisoner. You can take your time to think, when you have made your decision you will get up and go and dress in the outfit of your choice.

Yes Master, thank you Master I answer.

After a short time of reflection I get up and go to the wall where the two outfits hang. I take my suit and start to dress. I want to remain a prisoner.

Epilogue B

After cleaning myself of all the sweat and sperm I join the Masters in the dungeon. Again I kneel down with my hands behind my head. The Colonel speaks. Georges the last few weeks you have lived various experiences and you have successfully responded to the pleasures of your Masters, on the wall behind you there are two outfits, the one you wore when you arrived and a second which is identical to ours. Now the choice is yours. Either you chose the black suit, or you chose your suit. Either you become a Junior Master or you remain a prisoner. You can take your time to think, when you have made your decision you will get up and go and dress in the outfit of your choice.

Yes Master, thank you Master I answer.

After a short time of reflection I get up and go to the wall where the two outfits hang. I take the black suit and begin to dress. I want to become a Master.

Make your choice

The end

Metal would like to thank the author, Suitandbondagelover, for this story! Be sure to leave feedback in the comments section — as well as whether you would select Epilogue A or B!

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Here’s more of Bind in full lockdown during a months-long imprisonment scenario that was controlled by site visitors last summer:

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This new VIDEO depicting yet another day of Bind’s imprisonment is now up at Bind’s very own site, Men In Chains

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