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Author's Note: A slave who’s been corresponding with an online Master gives him his address finally in haste…and now he’s ready to begin his new life. Chapter 1 As Matt slowly came too, his senses were overloaded with a barrage of information. As he tried to move his arms and his legs, he was immediately aware that he was tightly bound, and could barely move a muscle. Even the tiny movements he was able to achieve sent waves of pain through his body. He had no memory or recollection as to why his body should be hurting so badly or how it came to be tied in its present position. He took inventory of his situation. His body was covered from head to toe in what he knew immediately to be thick rubber. He had felt the smooth constant pressure against his bare skin before. He usually loved that slick feeling of the rubber against his skin as he slowly began to perspire, but his time, the enormity of his situation caused his heart and lungs to stop momentarily in fear. He was laying prone on a hard surface. He could feel his legs spread out wide, and as he tried to move them, he could feel a series of straps holding him tightly down. The pressure of the straps was obvious on his ankles, below and above his knees, and across his thighs. Something even held his feet rigid, as he tried to twist his ankles to move his feet back and forth. He let out a soft moan in response to the realization that he had lost the use of his legs. The exploration cost him pain, as his muscles broadcast sharp jabs with each effort. He had no idea how long he had been bound in this position, or what happened to his body before he was tied. As his attention moved up his body, he felt an enormous pressure against his cock and balls. It was as if they were being stretched away from his body, and crushed at the same time…..he tried to make sense of the sensations, and could only guess that there was some sort of cock ring around his balls and dick, stretching them away from his body. He could also feel again the smoothness of the slick rubber that was encasing him completely, and crushing his balls and cock between it and the ring. To his horror, he felt his cock start to thicken, now that he was concentrating on it. How the fuck could he be getting aroused now….in this place…. And just as quickly he knew the answer, and his cock became fully erect, despite the pain. Another moan escaped his throat, his heart beat quickened, and he felt that old familiar burning in the pit of his stomach. He went on; feeling what must be a wide thick strap going across his waist. It felt thicker than the others, and tighter. Try as he did, he could not pick his ass up off the surface, or twist much more than a fraction of an inch from side to side. But with the effort, he felt a strange sensation inside of his ass… something was stretching his ass hole open and he could feel the long smooth shaft of it penetrating inside of him. He tightened his sphincter around the cylinder in pain. The action pulled the shaft further inside of him, and for the third time he let out an audible moan as he fucked himself with whatever was in his ass. He immediately relaxed his sphincter, but the burning sensation in his ass continued despite of it. He lay there in conflict, wanting…and needing to pull his asshole closed, but knowing it was impossible with whatever was in there, and that the mere effort would cause him to fuck himself again. He lay there, concentrating on his ass….forcing the muscles to relax, allowing his ass hole to remain stretched open. The effort was monumental, and soon he felt his skin getting slick with perspiration against the encasing rubber. Eventually, he was able to leave his ass hole relaxed enough for him to spare his concentration on the rest of his body. Again, he felt the smooth slick rubber encasing his stomach. Normally he loved that feeling, how he thought it flattered his physique by showing off his abs, but now all he felt inside of him was the cold fear. He felt the next strap across his chest, just below his Pecs. It was tight; each breath that he took made his body strain against the strap. He felt the minute friction of the strap against the top of the rubber suit. The rhythm of his breathing brought a new sensation to his attention. His tits, he could feel the bare skin of them rubbing against the rubber. There was a slight burning sensation with each breath, as if the skin on his nipples had been rubbed raw over time. ...

Author's Note: This is the first full story I’ve written like this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading! Chapter 1: The Introduction Ben Danforth was your typical young, aimless guy at the age of 22. White, 180 cm tall, about 65 kilos heavy with dark brown hair in a short left part and an average face. He was shy, introverted and slow to make friends which, unfortunately, led to lonliness. Most of his life was painful for him, abusive home, social isolation at school and a lack of a social life outside that had left Ben numb to the world, coasting through life with no real direction or purpose in life. He never went through a goth or emo phase, never self-harmed or any other cliché, just….numbed himself to the world around him. Until he met Martin. ...

Author's Note: As always, i really appreciate any suggestions for further chapters. I hope you all continue to enjoy my work. :) _Update (09/21/11):* As always, I would appreciate your suggestions as to where this story should continue. This may be the end of the story, or it may continue. Please e-mail me suggestions.* Part 1 Katie waited at the entrance to a club she had never been before. Standing outside her car, she balanced on her conservative one inch black sandal high heeled shoes, shifting her weight from side to side. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and it read “No txt messages, no voicemails”. She stamped her foot impatiently. ...

I’m strapped down on an oddly shaped table. My feet hang over the end of the table so that I’m kneeling. Then I’m bent at the waist, so that my back is parallel with the floor. The center of my chest, between my nipples, is resting on a padded bar that is fixed to the table, and I’m strapped, above my crotch and again below my nipples, to this bar. My cock and balls hang freely–for the moment–behind that end of the bar. My nipples straddle the bar, and my head and neck extend beyond the front end of this padded bar. ...

Author's Note: This following is an Olympic parody that tries to re-imagine how things might play out if various fetishes and sexual acts were converted into Olympic-style sports. I have written this in the form of a newsbroadcast with a bit of overarching plotlines but the various events themselves vary greatly in their sexual content so take advantage of the section index below to pick out (or avoid) whatever takes your fancy. I hope people enjoy this, it was fun to write and try to come up with things that would be sexy, vaguely plausible, and in some cases be direct parodies of existing Olympic events themselves. ...

Chapter 1 I was spending Saturday evening enjoying a few beers with friends when someone caught my attention. Sitting along the bar to my left, I saw her out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in her direction. She was sitting on the bar stool with her legs crossed, her sexy red dress was low cut enough to hint at a pair of deliciously full breasts. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. She had an athletic and powerful body and an aura of dominance. Her piercing gaze never shifted from me, I squirmed uncomfortably on my stool. Eventually I looked away nervously, unable to match her stare any longer. Over, the course of the evening my friends left one by one but I remained. Partly out of curiosity, partly out of intimidation. I saw her rise from the stool and approach, my heart fluttered nervously, my mouth was dry. She placed a folded piece of paper on the bar next to me and left without braking stride. Gingerly I unfolded the paper and read its only contents, her phone number. ...

Author's Note: I don’t own Harry Potter, if I did this story would be what would of been published! Harry is a pansy and needs a master. Chapter 1 The Start (added: ) Category: N/A Codes: m-m, non-consensual, analplay, armbinder, bodymod, breathplay, cbt, chastisy, drugs, enema, fanfiction, kidnapping, mind-control, sensorydep, slavery, spanking, suspension, torture, watersports Harry P.O.V. I stood there as I watched Ron and Hermione leave in the carriages for Christmas Break. Yet again I wasn’t leaving for break and this time I would be the only one in Gryffindor tower staying at Hogwarts. Once the last carriage left I pulled my cloak around me and walked back into the castle heading back to Gryffindor tower. As I walked I kept having a sense of being watched. I started to walk faster but the feeling still followed and only got stronger. As I was turning the corner of the hall the Fat Ladies portrait stood I heard it. Turning around I came face to face with Malfoy Sr. and Snape. Both had wands pointing at me. I tried to pull out my wand when I realized I didn’t have it. Malfoy Sr. looked towards Snape and smirked. ...

Your excitement grows as you turn the corner in a dim warehouse, as around the corner is the recently-captured sniper. All for you. You had an objective with them of course, otherwise this sniper would have just been shot, but anything between that and now is between you and them. You step around the corner to see a hunched male figure, his hands drawn behind his back. As soon as you step into view, his eyes flick up towards you. He had managed to break the zip tie that previously bound his boots together, but the handcuffs are gonna hold him no matter what. His hands are locked around a pipe in the wall, preventing him from moving around. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so please leave your thoughts below. I know man on man might turn some of you off, but this is a personal fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading! Part 1 I could feel the cum from his erect cock dripping on my back as I lay spreadeagled on his bed. My own cock was dripping to, almost as if to protest the lack of attention it was getting. Nick leaned forward and whispered into my ear " I hope that pretty little ass of yours is ready, bitch, cause ready or not here I come." Anticipating his penis, my thoughts drifted to the events that led me here…. ...

Author's Note: the first part of the story is like beginning of the journey of the main character. so depending of readers interest, there will be more parts. Part 1 It was half an hour remaining to reach the train to the station of my destiny. I was a fresh graduate from a designing school n was moving to big city to fulfil my dreams. But there was a dream I was living while since years, and that was of cross-dressing. I started Cross-dressing since I was 14. Whenever I get chance, I used to wear my mom’s cloths or few from my own hidden collection. Now I was 21 and have nice n smooth body. Thin and toned waist just about 28 inches, lady like hands and small wrists, nicely curved hips which I earned with some hard work. Eventually with some of God’s bless and with some of my effort I am succeeded to maintain my body which can make a girl jealous if I would b a girl. My weight is only 51kg and height is 5'6". ...