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A Writer’s Inspiration

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By Rubrpig

I stretched and rubbed the fur on my chest and sat up in bed.  Looking at the clock I saw that I had slept late but since it was my day off, it really didn’t matter.  I got up from the pile of blankets that was my bed in the corner of my bedroom.  Since I had been collared as a part time slave/boy, all of the furniture in my apartment was off-limits unless my Sir was visiting and ordered me to join him.

I wasn’t expecting a visit from him, so I got up and walked through to the bathroom.  I squatted over the toilet and began pissing.  The piss ran out of the bottom of the steel cage on the Carrara Chastity belt that I wore and had been wearing for nearly 2 years.  I wiped the drips from the cage and then moved to the shower and bent over while reaching behind me and pulled the butt plug from my hole.  I groaned as it slid out and stood up.

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The Interview

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By SlickChaser

Agent J, a recent grad of engineering at a prestigious college, was struggling to find a new job, but came into applying as a specialty agent for an international agency relying on using new tools to spy digitally on foreign targets.

The deal was simple; to be brought in the new agency for the entry level agent program, he would have to prove his loyalty in a high stress environment, mainly getting “caught” and withholding information and using mental tricks to guide his way out. His hiring superior, Agent S, informed him anytime during the next 31 days an event would unfold, and he simply needed to show he could make it through the mock event. If so, he would be selected for one of the spots and paid out a handsome bonus.

For the first few days, agent J was on pins and needles, not knowing where or how it would all unfold. After a few days, he began just going about his normal day. He had a previously scheduled appointment with an outside engineering consult, so expected for that particular day nothing would happen, and it was still day 8, pretty early in the window.

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Non Stop – Part 03

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Written by ty dehner

Leather Saturday

The taste of Bryan remained with me for hours after he fucked my hole and left me gagged in the leather hood, helpless in the leather sleep sack. After such a workout, I was more tired and found some time to slumber before waking with some of the pains from being in long-term bondage. There was very little movement in the leather, as it wasn’t stretchy, and my back was getting numb from lying on it for so long without any movement. I had started soaking the leather shirt and jeans I was sweating in, as it was very warm, and the leather against my face made my breathing labored at times.

I reflected on seeing Bryan sit down in the same row as me on the plane, but I never imagined I would end up helpless in his home a few hours later. I tried to roll or move, but there was only a slight difference, as it was difficult to find a good place to lie.

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Non Stop – Part 02

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Written by ty dehner

Post Flight

The heavy luggage fell upon the belt at baggage claim as people waited for their suitcases. As I watched the belt move, my mind was still filled with thoughts of my flight. The leather scent was still upon my lips from when Bryan had gagged me with his tight-fitting gloves.

After he returned from the lavatory, he was not as affectionate as he was. He did have me keep my hand on his leathered leg as he maintained his attention on his iPad. Not sure what I was expecting, but having my touch on him was creating a connection between us. That connection ended quickly after landing, and Bryan disappeared into the concourse crowd after departing from the plane. But those few hours in the air were enough to keep my mind going for a while.

As the next group of bags moved forward, I took in that leather scent again. Turning, Bryan was standing behind me. He was closer than normal as he leaned in and asked what my plans were for the rest of the day.

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Non Stop – Part 01

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Written by ty dehner

Flight

Looking up from my laptop, I noticed this burly man for the first time, wearing well-worn brown leather boots, his work jeans stacked on them. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that were slightly looser than skinny jeans. The man with a dark beard but no mustache was wearing a black Carhartt jacket over a denim shirt. In his right hand, he was carrying a black Ariat duffel bag as I watched him continue down the concourse with a backpack on his shoulder.

Yeah, I’m a pig that admires guys in the right type of clothing, boots, leather or whatever. I always check what a guy is wearing on his feet. That the wearer seems to be a cowboy or redneck can also make my cock twitch. As my mind wanders while checking these guys out, I wonder if they might be a top who likes to grab a dude and bind him until he is helpless. Or perhaps the guy in jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket might be more submissive. They might want to be taken, gagged, then locked in steel restraints and used for a few hours.

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Matt’s Midnight Submission Slam: The Boss’s Leather Grip

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By Matt Nemo

Aight, picture this: I’m Matt, your everyday NYC grindin’ sub dude, 28, built like a wiry punk with tats snakin’ up my arms and a collar kink that hits harder than a subway rush. Workin’ some dead-end gig in the Village, but nights? That’s when the real party’s poppin’. One Friday, I’m scrollin’ Grindr, horny as hell, when this daddy-type—call him Jax—DMs me: “You look like you need a real man to own that ass. My place. Now. Wear nothin’ but your jock.”

Heart racin’, cock twitchin’, I bolt over to his loft in Chelsea. Door swings open, and bam—Jax is this 6’4″ leather god, beard like a fuckin’ forest, harness huggin’ his ripped chest, eyes drillin’ into me like lasers. “On your knees, boy,” he growls, voice low and gravelly, makin’ my hole clench just hearin’ it. I drop, pavement burnin’ my skin from the walk, but who cares? This is sub heaven.

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Copdar – Sporting Goods Store Strikes Again

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By Cuffsandcops

Earlier this week, I went to the mall to look for a specific item. I entered through a big box sporting goods store. As I walked through the store to the mall, a short, older gentleman wearing a vest marked police on the back, walked down the aisle next to me. I took note of the duty belt around his waist that was lacking any handcuff cases. He stopped at the register near the entrance to the mall. I had a few stops to make and made a mental note to look for the officer during my exit.

After a successful shopping adventure, I made my way back to the sporting goods store. A quick scan of the lower level of the store didn’t reveal the officer I had seen on the way in. I took the escalator to the upper level and the officer was talking to the cash register operator. I headed towards the back of the store and noticed the officer was doing the same after finishing his conversation.

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Lost No More – Part 02

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By OKLASH

At some point, is it ten minutes or five hours, I return to gaze upon the scene. You are slumped in suspension, chin down near your chest. Low sobs and moans emanate from your soul in a cacophony of confusion and pain and despair. I take a moment to savor the sight and sounds.

I step around you, reaching for the coiled single tail that’s been hanging in your view. The thick leather handle feels right and proper in my fist and I resolve to feel it more, that we will do this more. I slide my open palm down your muscled back and raise it to my nose as you flex your shoulders. Your sweat is different when I’m hurting you, it drenches your body in a cocktail of pain and fear. I breathe in your pheromones and this fuel explodes the spark within me.

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